The torture house

Sishui Apartments had spawned many murderous maniacs. It had been that way over a decade ago, and it was still that way over a decade later.

Situ An had never intended to coexist with the building's residents. He had long since ordered his subordinates to mark the neighbors' doors. He knew exactly which rooms held Ghosts, which were traps, and which were empty.

Doors were pried open, and bloody water flowed everywhere. As the slaughter dragged on, the Investigators who had eaten the flesh gradually began to lose themselves.

More and more black characters appeared on their bodies. Their eyes alternated between lucidity and confusion.

"The seeds I sowed twenty years ago should be ready to harvest by now."

Watching the Investigators teeter on the brink of losing control, Situ An showed no sympathy. Everything was proceeding according to his plan.

The "Flesh and Blood" was no "antidote." It was "poison." The stronger a person's will, however, the longer they could resist its corruption. And every Investigator who had survived a level three anomaly event happened to possess perseverance and resilience far beyond those of ordinary people. They walked through the most dangerous shadows. They were the bravest people in this city.

His blade struck the metal railing hard. Situ An raised his Bone-Cleaver. "Twenty years ago, a deranged Family Annihilation Case took place in Building A of Sishui Apartments. Eight people from two families were murdered. The killer wore a bright red coat and committed suicide afterward out of fear of punishment. Twenty years have passed. An anomaly event has occurred, and that monster who had abandoned all humanity has become a hysterical Man-Eating Ghost. He's right here in this building."

The more black characters appeared, the stronger the curse became, and the more easily the Investigators who had