I Won't Go Down Without a Fight

Weak, panicked, timid, pitiful—the man hiding inside the wind chime seemed like a small animal that had suffered abuse at its owner's hands.

Wang Yan had no idea why he felt this way. When a face appeared inside the wind chime, his first reaction wasn't that it was haunted. Instead, he felt sorry for the man.

"Things can't be that simple." Wang Yan held the wind chime in his hand and pondered for a moment. Then his eyes widened. "A sympathy play? Damn it, I almost fell for it!"

He reached inside the wind chime and jabbed the man's face hard with his finger. His fingertip passed right through it. "Just as I thought. It's only a projection."

"Help me! Don't leave me here alone! Take me with you! Please! Take me with you!"

The man's wails rang in his ears. Wang Yan shook the wind chime and examined it closely. "I can't tell where the sound is coming from at all. This wind chime is high-tech."

"Stop shaking it! Stop! You'll attract that big dog!"

"A big dog?" Footsteps sounded on the stairs leading down to the second basement level. A foul stench filled the air, so overpowering that even all the air freshener they'd sprayed couldn't cover it up.

"Run! Take me with you! That dog's coming!" The man's face inside the wind chime turned deathly pale, his features twisted with fear.

Wang Yan himself wasn't that frightened, but the man's frantic urging made him start to have doubts.

"Of all the scenes, this is the only house with a doghouse. It must have something to do with a dog. Could there really be a vicious dog in here?"

Animals were different from live actors. Once they went berserk, they were impossible to control. Wang Yan felt that