Chang Nian took the Signal Flare Flashlight from her bag, bent slightly in the lightless little storeroom, and walked toward the Male Corpse on the right.
The beam shone directly on the corpse's ten fingers. There was blood on them...
This was highly unreasonable.
There was not a trace of blood on the corpse of Xiao Qi's father, nor on the Male Corpse outside.
After all, the ghost's method of killing this time was to snap necks, which could hardly cause bleeding.
Yet beneath this Male Corpse's fingernails was a chaotic mixture of white powder and sticky clots of blood.
Chang Nian felt a little panicked. She did not understand why this middle-aged man's situation was different.
She slowly moved closer, and the smell of decay and death began to seep into her nostrils. Especially when she stared at his somewhat damaged nails, the smell became even stronger.
There was a patch of broken wall plaster beneath the Male Corpse's feet.
Chang Nian became even more certain that this man's circumstances had to be unusual.
At the very least, before dying, he had been scraping at the wall with all ten fingers!
The beam slowly turned as Chang Nian's heart pounded. At that moment, she recalled something Tong Guan had once said.
"Everything is only waiting for a single opportunity..."
Her gaze focused. On the wall before the middle-aged man was a crooked line of carved words, accompanied by streaks of crimson blood.
One could imagine how desperate the situation had been for someone to use the fingers connected to his heart to carve such important words.
"The thing in that woman's phone came looking for me!"
The instant Chang Nian saw that line, her mind went blank. The flashlight crashed to the floor with a bang, and she was