The Wood Carving Shop

As soon as they stepped inside the mall, all three felt a chill.

The moment he sensed the cold, Jiang Cheng knew they had entered the scope of a supernatural event.

Fatty twitched his nose, the thick smell of blood assaulting his brain.

But strangely, standing outside just moments ago, he hadn't smelled anything unusual.

They walked down the corridor. Though there were no lights, a faint glow permeated the area, similar to what they'd experienced in previous missions.

Large splatters of blood appeared on the white walls from time to time, some even reaching the ceiling. Coupled with the dim, cold light, it was a shocking sight.

Blood handprints marked the walls, stopping abruptly at a corner, replaced by drag marks on the floor.

One could imagine an injured person, leaning on the wall, stumbling as they fled, trying to reach the back door. But all the doors were locked, trapping them in a dead end.

Then, they were dragged away by the pursuing mannequins.

The struggle marks soon vanished, replaced by large amounts of spattered blood at the corresponding spot.

If Jiang Cheng's guess was right, this was the dismemberment scene.

Recalling the last few photos they'd seen, Jiang Cheng knew the horror that had unfolded. For an unprepared ordinary person to be caught in a supernatural event was nothing short of a massacre.

The metal door to the emergency exit was covered in bloody handprints left by fleeing people. Jiang Cheng lightly wiped one away with his hand, and a section came off with surprising ease.

"The blood hasn't dried!" Fatty, seeing this, became alert.

This massacre seemed to have ended only moments before they entered.

But how?

Only bloodstains remained on the ground; the bodies were gone. This had clearly happened a day ago, yet bloodstains