Chi Minghong revealed two more details. First, only one note appeared each day. Second, the notes only appeared after midnight.
There were more than a dozen people in the Dungeon, but only one note appeared each day. That seemed a little inefficient... Xu Huo looked at Chi Minghong.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." Xu Huo turned away and continued checking the other rooms.
The players who had arrived earlier had searched the rooms. There were signs of things being moved around, and in some rooms, the wallpaper had even been torn off.
"There are a lot of bloodstains on the walls." Xu Huo studied them for a couple of seconds. "And they're unusual."
Chi Minghong looked at them too. "It looks like a duck. Could that pervert have used blood to paint?"
Xu Huo smiled. "Probably not." Besides, the pattern didn't really look like a duck.
"There are some in the other rooms, too." Chi Minghong had a good memory. She pointed out each room with bloodstains and roughly described where they were.
The rooms where people had died hadn't been renovated in any special way. Obvious marks were covered with wallpaper, and the floors were hidden under carpets. Two rooms were even more ridiculous: the bloodstained carpets hadn't been cleaned at all, but simply turned over and put back down.
"The room directly above the hall is the worst. There are traces everywhere on the walls, the floor, and under the bed. They didn't even clean them properly," Chi Minghong said. "This place doesn't seem like somewhere you'd rent out to people at all. No one could live here for three years. Just looking at it gives me the creeps."
"If the landlord or one of the tenants liked killing people, or