"X-Xiao Chen." Sister Hong suddenly pointed at the wardrobe door, her eyes widening as she cried out in a trembling voice, "She's coming out. She... she's coming out!"
Jiang Chen glanced sideways and saw two nails eerily inching out of the wardrobe door with the knocking, then dropping to the floor.
With only one nail remaining, a gap had been pried open at the bottom of the door. A pale ghostly hand and a small portion of a twisted, bloodstained face were faintly visible.
"It was you!"
A woman's shrill voice rang out, brimming with hatred.
"You're the ones who nailed me in here! Why did you do it? Why did you kill me?"
"It's so stuffy in here..."
"I'm going to stuff you in here too, where no one can find you!"
"Heeheehee~"
Threads of giggling mingled with the hateful voice, eerie and chilling to the extreme.
Sister Hong's expression changed drastically, and she hurried to explain, "No, we didn't kill you!"
"It's just me and you here. If you didn't kill me, who else could it have been?" the female ghost said, her tone sinister and mocking.
Sister Hong wanted to explain further.
But Jiang Chen stroked his chin and nodded beside her. "True. Logically speaking, this young lady is right. There are only three of us in this room. The two of us are together, and she's the victim."
"So we can deduce that we did indeed nail her inside the wardrobe."
Sister Hong was stunned by his words.
You just admitted it? Won't this ghost fight us to the death now?
Just then, Jiang Chen suddenly grinned, exposing a mouthful of ominously white teeth.
"Huh? How did you get out? Looks like we didn't nail it shut tightly enough last time!"
"Sister Hong, go keep watch