"Is the killer the rag doll again? Is it possible that everyone in this building was killed by that rag doll?" Wen Qing also read the content of the yellowed papers alongside Chen Ge. "Why would the monster do something like that?"
"Why, you ask?" Chen Ge turned back to look into Wen Qing's eyes. He thought about it and finally decided against revealing the connection between the ghost fetus and Xiang Nuan. Wen Qing had no idea that the monster that she was talking about was actually related to Xiang Nuan. When the three were congregated inside the bedroom, having these conversations, the bedroom itself started to slowly change.
The human shape that was hollowed out on the bed started to sink like someone was lying on top of it. The stains were moving. A child's handprints appeared on the bedsheet, and the handprints were slowly approaching Wen Qing. The three of them were all standing equidistant to the bed, but the handprints appeared to be only interested in Wen Qing.
