Chen Ge had the talents of Corpse Makeup and Living Doll, and he had personally made over a hundred mannequins. He trusted his judgment. "That face looks about eighty percent like the child in the photo. But why did I feel a face like that on the wall? Could the child on the Missing Person Notice already have been killed? Is the corpse connected to the wall?"
Chen Ge slowly drew back his arm but remained where he was. Everything around him was quiet. There wasn't a sound, and he couldn't smell anything unusual.
"The couple arguing on the second floor lost their child. The child's name is Dabao. The Missing Person Notice outside the stairwell was probably put up by them."
"The couple on the second floor are looking for their missing child, but I felt that child's face on the wall in the stairwell. Did the child turn into a Ghost and come back to this building, or was he killed here? Could the Killer be one of the residents?"
The more Chen Ge thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. The husband had gone out in the middle of the night, and his pregnant wife had rushed after him without locking the door. Under normal circumstances, the child left alone inside wouldn't have slipped out by himself, unless he'd seen something or someone he knew had called to him from outside.
"Is the Killer a Neighbor?"
The word "neighbor" was ordinary, but it meant something different to Chen Ge. His current nightmare-level daily mission was called Neighbor.
Chen Ge took a step forward. He still felt safer keeping one hand on the wall, but he stopped just before his palm touched it. What had happened earlier had left him shaken. He was afraid of feeling something