His peripheral vision swept over the surveillance camera in the corner. Chen Ge stood beneath it, holding a chainsaw. "Those visitors will probably choose to leave once they realize the way back has been cut off. I have to act quickly."
The chainsaw blade scraped against the wall. It had been modified to be twice the size of a normal chainsaw, and it was extremely heavy. It also made a lot of noise when switched on. However, the blade had been replaced entirely; the Haunted House must have been worried about accidentally injuring visitors.
A bloodstained coat covered his body, and a helmet made of metal and bone concealed his head. Outsiders could see only a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.
"The visitors have scattered under the foul stench's pursuit. I hinted earlier that the first room they opened was safe. I wonder if any lucky ones are hiding in there now."
Metal clashed against the walls. The Grim Reaper's footsteps drew closer. After passing the rooms representing the Zodiac, Chen Ge stopped in front of a door.
His bloodstained fingers pushed the door open. His cold gaze swept over the small room. A corpse missing an arm hung above the Secret Passage, playing cards were scattered across the table, and footprints marked the Last Will. There wasn't a soul in the room.
Chen Ge turned on his phone's voice recorder and headed for the door.
When he reached the doorway, he closed the door, then silently returned to the wardrobe.
Holding his breath, he raised the enormous saw above his head.
A few seconds later, a woman's voice came from inside the wardrobe.
"He's gone, right?"
"Looks like it. I'll go out and check. It's too cramped in here."
Creak...
The wardrobe door slowly opened. The light shifted, and