A smell of blood came to my nose.

Xiaobai and Xiaohei also came over, and the four of them stood at the door, looking at the mottled walls and bloody floors inside the house.

There was a piece of minced meat covered with glass on the floor.

Xiaobai: "What happened? Isn't this the assistant director's room?"

Xiao Hei looked at the blood on the floor and said, "He may have been cold. Who did it? Have you seen it?"

Xiang Jiangming: "No."

Zhou Ran also shook her head.

When they walked into the room, Xiang Jiangming reached out and picked up the booklet. The booklet was unscathed and was placed on the table, but it seemed that there was an extra page.

Xiang Jiangming opened the page and there was a row of black small characters on it.

[At one o'clock in the morning, you drank a cup of coffee and drove away the guests you didn't like, the wind blew open your window, you died]

Xiang Jiangming held his breath and frowned.

At this moment, the sound of water drops falling sounded in the quiet room.

Tick.

Tick.

Xiaobai let out a depressing scream: "Roof, look at the roof!"

Xiang Jiangming looked up and said that the square roof was originally a square, with a regular circle with burnt carbon. In that circle, there were two fresh, blood-flowing arms. The arms were long and short, and the broken mouth was tightly attached to the shoulders, pointing in different directions.

Tick, tick. Blood fell from the roof to the floor.

Click.

After walking around for a minute, the hour hand moved. It was exactly twelve o'clock in the evening. The piece of glass-filled meat on the floor started to move, as if it was wailing in pain on behalf of the deputy director.
Chapter completed!