Chapter 15

"Everyone, leave."

Charles sighed and stepped out of the door, slamming it shut behind him.

He glanced down at the blood slowly seeping out from under the door.

"Go downstairs."

Gerald gasped and asked, puzzled, "Why do we suddenly need to go downstairs? What about Emily?"

Charles tilted his head, pondering for a while and replying, "I think something will take care of it."

After hearing Charles' words, everyone's faces turned grim, a chill running down their spines.

Madeline followed closely behind Charles and asked, "What do you mean by 'something'?"

Charles didn't stop walking and replied, "The murder."

"Could it be that patient?"

Charles remained silent, not responding.

In truth, he wasn't sure either; it was just a guess.

Back in the first-floor living room, everyone fell into an eerie silence.

The unknown and fear loomed over each person like a guillotine about to drop, and no one knew who would be next.

This atmosphere persisted until evening when someone finally couldn't take it anymore.

Jeffrey was the first to stand up, weakly saying, "I'm hungry, I'll go make dinner."

Charles immediately stood up as well, "I'll go with you."

But then he suddenly remembered something and turned back to the remaining three. "This house is strange, so everyone should try to stick together and not be alone."

After saying this and seeing no response from the three, he turned and walked into the kitchen with Jeffrey.

Piper looked up at the two, intending to join them.

But Madeline grabbed her arm and shook her head.

Seeing no one else follow into the kitchen, Jeffrey lowered his voice and moved closer to Charles. "Are you planning to go to the third floor?"

Charles, rummaging through the fridge for ingredients, paused and chuckled softly. "You're pretty sharp."

Embarrassed by the compliment, Jeffrey rubbed his nose with his thumb and let out an awkward laugh.

"I just don't understand, why go to the third floor at night? Isn't it more dangerous at night? Didn't the lady of the house say, 'Absolutely no going to the third floor'?"

His barrage of questions left Charles silent.

After all, the lady of the house had sternly warned them not to go near the third floor, and with all the strange occurrences in the house, everything pointed to the third floor being the most dangerous place!

Out of curiosity, they had all gone to the third floor together once.

It was sealed off by an impenetrable iron door with a large, rusty lock.

"It's strange precisely because it's forbidden, and we have to go at night."

"Because it might be even more dangerous during the day!"

Charles continued rummaging through the fridge for a while before answering.

Jeffrey was stunned by this, then quickly understood!

"I get it, your earlier guess was that the killer is on the third floor. During the day, it hides and rests on the third floor, and at night, it comes out to kill."

Charles turned around, indicating that Jeffrey's deduction was correct.

"Exactly. The patient on the second floor is probably just a decoy; the real killer should be on the third floor."

After saying this, Charles sighed heavily and adopted a serious expression.

Jeffrey was startled by his expression and stood there, waiting for his next words.

"And I have another guess, which might be very bad, but we can only verify it tonight."