Yudora was at least right about one thing: no one is trustworthy now.

Suppressing the discomfort, I handed over my phone and checked each of their phones.

Nothing unusual.

Except that Hu Mo's phone contained a lot of photos of Yudora.

Really curious what his wife would think if she knew.

After checking each other’s phones, no clues were found.

If someone is really up to no good, they wouldn’t blatantly carry evidence with them.

The clock has pointed to 1 AM. Yudora, tired, rubbed her temples and suddenly stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room,” Yudora didn’t look back, “Being with you all makes me uncomfortable.

“Besides, didn't Maje die right in front of us? Staying together also leads to death. Is circling around a corpse fun?”

Yudora left.

The remaining three of us looked at each other with knowing looks.

We all distrust each other.

Hu Mo pressed his lips tightly and walked away without saying a word.

Honghong mumbled as if she wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to listen, nor did I want to stay with her.

We all went back to our rooms.

I dragged a low cabinet to block the door.

Carefully checked the doors, windows, and the wardrobe.

I didn’t want to use the blood-stained quilt anymore, so I rolled it up and threw it under the bed.

Lying on the bed with my clothes on, I couldn’t sleep.

Bloodstains were spreading on the ceiling, like a bloody map of human nerves.

I lay there with my eyes open, not knowing how long I had been lying there, when I vaguely heard a “thump, thump, thump” sound.

The sound was right by my ear.

I opened my eyes in shock.

The candle I took from the dining room was just a short stub left, and the time on the phone screen showed it was almost 2:30 AM.

Was I dreaming?

What was that thumping sound?

Suddenly I realized, it was coming from the room next door.

The room next door, Yudora's room.

Now when I think about it, the sound seemed more like someone kicking the wall hard, trying to make noise but failing.

After a very brief hesitation, I clenched my teeth, picked up the short candle, and opened the door.

A gust of cold wind hit, almost blowing out the candle.

Why was there wind?

I turned my head in astonishment to find Yudora's room door open!

I cautiously turned sideways and pushed the door open a crack—

CRASH!!!

Lightning streaked across, instantly illuminating the room.

A figure was suspended in mid-air!

The candlelight shone on the pale face hanging in mid-air.

Yudora!

Her tongue was long, her eyes bulging, her hair disheveled.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

The fierce wind was tossing her hanging body,

relentlessly crashing against the window, thump! thump! thump!

I was completely dumbfounded, standing there, staring at her room’s window: it was wide open, letting the raging wind and rain pour inside. Her body was soaked, stiff, and who knows how long she had been dead!

Whoosh!

Another gust of cold wind and rain blew out the candle in my hand completely, and I covered my mouth tightly to avoid making any sound.

At that moment, I heard footsteps approaching from the corridor!

The person was dragging something, creating a long scraping noise on the wooden floor.

No time!

I quickly rushed into Yudora’s bathroom and locked the door from inside!