My House of Horrors

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

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Clearing the Game with One Life!

Editor: Millman97

"The birth of a murderer has plenty to do with his living environment. The hotel owner and the old man have such a cavalier attitude toward human lives—there has to be a reason, and that reason should have plenty to do with the old man's wife." Chen Ge's eyes darkened. "Pay attention to the notebook's content. On the first of March, the wife was captured. She said that her husband had gone insane and would only give her three slices of bread and one glass of water each day. For a normal person, that's enough food to live; the old man was probably purposely trying to limit her food intake.

"Then, you pay attention to the later content. The wife's diary circulates around the topic of food. The way the old man tortures her is not by breaking her limbs but by pulling out her teeth. This proves that he hates that she was consuming food.

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