The moment I saw them, I knew something was wrong. I instinctively glanced downstairs.
I didn't see Lü Qiaolan. She must have gone downstairs to call the police, but who knew how long it would take them to get here?
Those people were already cursing as they charged into the room. I hurried after them.
The thug who seemed to be their leader looked surprised and reached out to stop me. "Hey, man, what's your deal? You know that kid?"
I was just about to answer when a strange cry came from inside the room.
The thugs who had barged in seemed to have been frightened out of their wits. They scrambled to get back out.
The leader shouted at them and even smacked one of them on the head, but it did no good.
They were in such a chaotic mess that I couldn't squeeze my way in.
"Boss, there's a ghost! There's a ghost!"
"Oh, my God! It's haunted!"
"Boss, let's get out of here!"
"I told you something was off about this! It happened yesterday, too!"
They shouted over one another, occasionally throwing in a couple of lines in their local dialect.
I understood what they were saying. I was still trying to make sense of it when the leader seemed to waver between fear and anger. But as the commotion went on, the whole group started heading downstairs.
They shoved me aside as if I were an obstacle, and my head struck the stair railing.
By the time my head was spinning, they were already shouting as they ran downstairs.
The whole thing made no sense.
I clutched my head, still sucking in breaths. Remembering what they had just said, I couldn't help looking toward the open door.
I didn't know whether no one was home