Foul Stench stood in front of the wardrobe, staring at it blankly.
Curious, Chen Ge slowly approached the wardrobe. When he saw what was inside, his expression turned to one of utter surprise.
Curled up in the corner of the wardrobe was a short, fat, ugly little boy. His entire body was wrapped in plastic wrap, with a prominent wound over his heart and a faint ligature mark around his neck.
"Was this what Foul Stench looked like back then?"
The boy's hands were clenched into fists. He hadn't been willing to let go even in death. Chen Ge could see a photograph clutched in his left hand and a piece of a shirt twisted in his right.
The shirt was clearly one that only an adult would wear. The boy's presence here meant that the diary about Foul Stench in the Haunted House's scenario had gotten something wrong.
"The truth doesn't seem to be what I guessed before. Why did the boy end up like this?"
Foul Stench stood silently in front of the wardrobe, looking at the boy inside. A bitter smile appeared on his round, chubby face.
He tore the plastic wrap from the boy's arm and lifted the photograph from the boy's palm.
It was a photo of a father and son. Everyone in it was smiling so happily. Who could have guessed what would happen later?
A low growl rose in his throat. Foul Stench slowly tightened his grip, tearing apart the photograph he'd refused to release even in death, bit by bit.
He was tearing up the photograph, but wound after wound from domestic abuse appeared on the boy's body inside the wardrobe.
Blood flowed beneath the plastic wrap. The adult man in the photograph was crying out, while the little boy clapped his