"Sister-in-law, why aren't you speaking?"

As the figure approached closer and closer, the voice of the girl behind the door became eerie and cheerful.

I suddenly realized that she hated me.

This feeling doesn't need a reason; it's a signal that humans naturally receive.

"Did you plan everything?"

I questioned her.

The figure was still a few meters away from me, and the girl behind the door's laughter grew sharper, gradually turning into the hysterical screams of a child.

"You killed my brother, and I want you to pay with your life!"

I sneered; villains never admit their own evil deeds.

In the darkness, I held my breath, twisted the doorknob, and at the same time, ran towards the direction of the French window.

Bang! A loud sound came from the bedroom door, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Meanwhile, I had already half of my body hanging out of the window, grabbing onto the hemp rope that held the porcelain doll.

The rope was sturdy enough, barely able to bear my weight, but facing the unknown fear in the darkness made me break out in a cold sweat.

"Thump-thump-thump!"

A rhythmic sound came, I knew it was the commotion at the bedroom door.

That was the sound of chopping dumplings, as Lin Fang had mentioned, 1205.

One after another, in a fine and dense pattern.