In the entrance hall, there are six pairs of shoes neatly arranged.
There were also six cups of steaming tea on the dining table.
But Chen Mo counted and counted, and there were only five people in the room.
The girl in sailor uniform by the window suddenly raised her head and said in a very soft voice:
"Don't count."
"This house doesn't like being short of people."
The next second, the digital camera in Ajian's hand lit up with a green night vision screen.
On the chair that looked empty to the naked eye, a long-haired woman wearing a white dress was sitting upright.
Her back was turned to everyone, and her body was extremely stiff, like a plastic model without joints.
He seemed to be aware of the camera's gaze.
On the screen, a very soft sound of bone breaking suddenly came from the woman's neck, but it clearly penetrated the roar of the rainstorm.
Click, click.
Her body didn't move.
Only the head began to turn back on the neck bit by bit and extremely slowly at an angle that completely violated the limits of human physiology.
