A glance at the surveillance camera in the corner, and Chen Ge stood directly beneath it holding the chainsaw. "Once those visitors realize their way back is cut off, they'll probably choose to withdraw. I need to move fast."
The chain scraped against the wall. This was a modified chainsaw—twice the size of a normal one, extremely heavy, and deafening when running. But all the blades had been replaced with dull ones; the haunted house likely wanted to avoid accidentally injuring any visitors.
His blood-stained coat draped over his body, and a mask made of metal and bone encased his head. The only thing outsiders could see were a pair of ice-cold eyes devoid of all emotion.
"The visitors have scattered under the stench's pursuit. I hinted to them earlier that the first room opened would be safe. Could there be any lucky souls hiding in there?"
Metal clanged against the wall as the specter's footsteps drew closer. Passing by the rooms representing the twelve zodiac signs, Chen Ge stopped in front of a door.
Blood-stained fingers pushed it open. His icy gaze swept across the small room—a corpse missing an arm hung above the secret passage, playing cards lay scattered across the table, a shoe print marred the will on the desk, and not a single person was inside.
Chen Ge hit the record button on his phone and walked toward the doorway.
When he reached the door, he closed it—then silently crept back to the wardrobe.
Holding his breath, he raised the massive chainsaw above his head.
A few seconds later, a woman's voice came from inside the wardrobe.
"He's gone, right?"
"Seems like it. Let me check—it's too cramped in here."
Creak…
The wardrobe door slowly swung open. The light shifted. The ear-splitting roar of the chainsaw erupted overhead, and a pair of cold eyes fixed on the target like a beast spotting its prey.
"Aah!"
Xiao Ling stumbled backward, her body crashing into the table and chairs.
"What's wrong?!" Another girl inside the wardrobe screamed in alarm. Then she heard the wardrobe take a heavy blow. Losing her footing, she collapsed to the floor.
She had never imagined the killer would be standing right outside the wardrobe. Her eyes were full of terror, but after only a few seconds, a trace of composure returned. "One of us! One of us! I'm Li Li, and she's Zhang Ling! You didn't get the notification, did you? We both followed a visitor in here! This is my employee…"
A slender, trembling arm raised an employee badge. But then the badge was knocked flying by a tremendous force. The heavy chainsaw slammed down onto the wardrobe, and amidst the exploding wood shavings, the woman's face gradually twisted in sheer terror.
"Die!"
A hysterical shriek poured out from beneath the mask of intertwined metal and bone. The ice-cold eyes held none of the emotions a living person should possess—they were the eyes of a dead soul!
Ghastly Eyes!
Screams tore through the room. The massive chainsaw swung overhead, and Xiao Ling, pushed past her psychological limit, summoned every last ounce of strength to bolt through the door.
"Zhang Ling!"
That cry of despair pierced Li Li's eardrums. Left entirely alone, Li Li sat on the floor, unable to even muster the strength to stand.
"We… we're your colleagues! Everyone except that Chen Ge—we're all employees, I swear, I swear!" Li Li was still screaming when a dripping sound suddenly echoed through the room. The thick stench of blood crept around her like an invisible hand slowly closing around her throat.
Blood dripped from behind Chen Ge. One hand gripped the chainsaw while the other reached behind him and seized a clump of black hair.
"You…"
Chen Ge's hand came back from behind. In his palm rested a woman's severed head!