Nine Sins

In the corridor of the dormitory of the old machinery factory in the west of the city, a man was awakened by a strange dragging sound upstairs in the middle of the night. He followed the growing fishy smell to the third floor and pushed open an iron door that was ajar. Under the moonlight, a pale man was lying on the bed - his blood had been drained, put into three white plastic bags, and neatly stacked beside the bed. There was a dark, dry mark on the ground that trickled from the crack of the door. He ran downstairs with one slipper on and shouted at the top of his lungs at the empty Jianshe Road under the streetlight. Little did he know that the room upstairs was just the first room the twin sisters would liquidate. There are eight more rooms in the back.