"Soccer ball in the wrong place? The wardrobe?" The information in Ying Chen's words made Chen Ge furrow his brow. He had been to Ying Chen's bedroom and knew Ying Chen had tied a headless corpse beneath his bed.
"Could the soccer ball he mentioned be the corpse's head?"
A human head and a soccer ball were very different. Even a blind person wouldn't mistake one for the other—unless his older brother was a normal person.
Ying Chen was a pervert, and one who desperately craved attention. He edited videos of himself abusing cats to play in reverse and posted them on the Love Cat Rescue Website. Most of the people who watched his videos were cat lovers.
Perhaps every night he sat in a room smeared with blood and covered in fur, staring at his phone screen and reading the streams of well-wishes posted by those cat lovers.
That strange experience must have given him some kind of twisted pleasure. It was entirely possible he had hidden a human head inside a ball and watched Ying Tong play with it at home.
Thinking about it that way, Chen Ge suddenly realized that the grotesque, distorted mannequins on Ying Tong's desk probably had a deeper meaning.
Chen Ge stayed silent. Only a few seconds passed, but Ying Chen on the other end of the phone sensed something was wrong.
"You... you're not Ying Tong!"
Chen Ge didn't know how the other man had figured out in just three seconds that he wasn't Ying Tong. That perceptiveness and judgment made him even more uneasy.
In Ying Tong's memories, his older brother, Ying Chen, was surely an extremely clever and terrifying person. That impression had carried over into the World Behind the Door.
"Why are you in my house?"
Ying Chen's voice