"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
While Jiang Chen was considering how to celebrate the holiday for the building's residents, the sound of chopping came from outside. But there had clearly been no sound of a door opening just now, which meant the woman of the house hadn't come out of the bedroom.
The only three people in the home now were her, him, and Su Ling.
Then who was doing the chopping?
Puzzled, Jiang Chen opened the door and went out. An old incandescent bulb lit the living room, its light very dim. The sound came from the kitchen, where the light was off, making it impossible to see exactly what was happening.
But of the two legs originally at the entrance, only one remained.
"Did a thief break in? Stealing people, too? That's going too far!"
Speaking with righteous conviction, he strode toward the kitchen.
Su Ling followed behind him.
As he passed the bathroom, Jiang Chen paused, took two steps back, and turned to look at the mirror above the sink. He kept feeling that his reflection looked a little strange.
Since the light was too dim, he could only walk closer to make sure.
As he walked, that strange feeling grew stronger.
Because Jiang Chen saw two trails of blood running down from his reflected eyes. His forehead was caved in, blood flowed from his mouth, nose, and ears, a length of rebar pierced his chest, and his face was frighteningly pale.
"How strange. Why are my eyes bleeding?"
"My forehead's caved in so deeply, and this skin looks like I've been dead for days."
"This state I'm in..."
"It looks a bit like I fell off a building, accidentally got a piece of rebar through my chest, and hit my forehead on a rock. But what's with the