Before long, Hashimoto Maya returned with the maid.
At a time like this, Takamori Masumi no longer needed to hide her fear. It blended perfectly with the current eerie atmosphere. She took out a key and quickly unlocked the door on this side of the Mask Hall.
Jiang Xia pushed the door open, switched on his flashlight, and swept it around. Then he suddenly froze—the curtains on the wall, which should have been drawn shut, were wide open, and all two hundred ghastly white masks inside had vanished.
Mouri Ran was so frightened she nearly crushed the corner of a cabinet. "Did they really all run out to suck blood?"
The next instant, as if in answer to her words, a scream rang out in the distance through several walls.
"It sounded like it came from the third floor." Jiang Xia thought for a moment. "That's Mrs. Suho's bedroom, right?"
The group hurried toward the third floor, but just as they turned toward the door, someone called out to stop them.
Takamori Masumi explained, "Only the western staircase leads to Mrs. Suho's bedroom. There's a staircase on our side too, but it's been sealed off."
Jiang Xia looked at her.
Takamori Masumi jolted as though struck by electricity. Her mind started working faster, and she said ingratiatingly, "I'll call my sister right away and have her open the door on that side!"
The commotion woke another person staying on this side.
The rock singer's room was far from theirs. He followed the sounds over and asked, "Why are you all wandering around in the middle of the night without turning on the lights?"
But no one had time to pay attention to him. Before long, Torimaru Naoko opened the other door of the Mask Hall. When Jiang Xia stepped out,