Aoiz did not make any sound, gently got up and hid in the bathroom.

The figure that Fatty saw on the floor beside the bed when he woke up was not Aoiz, but a shadow that had just crawled out.

In other words, it was a ghost.

The real Aoiz was hiding behind the bathroom door and pulled Fatty inside while he was standing in front of the bathroom, dazed.

Una fumbled around and turned on the light inside the bedroom.

When the light came on everyone saw that the bed was a mess, leaving a puddle of water stains on the floor.

The water stains ran along the bed and continued up to where the door was.

Several people went to the door and looked out and found water stains in the hallway as well.

The water stains continued to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of the locked door of the room.

The thought that Xi had been taken away by a ghost wrapped in a blanket sent chills down one's back.

No one had the luxury of expecting him to be alive anymore.

Fan suppressed the chill in his heart and turned his head to look at Aoiz, "What did the ghost look like, did you guys get a good look?"

The fat man shook his head vigorously, saying that it was too dark in the room and he ......

The others knew what he was trying to say was that he was too scared again.

After all, he was a newcomer and could understand that.

Just as Nanopened her mouth to say something, Aoiz suddenly said, "It's that girl."

"What?"

"That ghost is the girl from the family of four!"

Fan was surprised and asked, "How do you know?"

No one had seen a single picture of the family since they came here, so there was no way to know what they looked like.

Except for the middle-aged man and Xi, of course.

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Aoiz raised his head and stared at the locked door of the room at the end of the corridor, and after a moment said, "That ghost is wearing a pair of women's loafers, I've seen them in the shoe cupboard."

Una said with a white face, "It seems our previous reasoning was correct, it was the other family members in the villa who abused the girl and finally killed her, and now ...... she's come back for revenge."

"It's not like her death has anything to do with us, what is she looking for us for?" Fatty recalled what had just happened and was still holding back his fears.

Nan sneered, "Are you trying to reason with a ghost?"

"Alright," Fan interjected, "Cut the crap, all of you! I'm going to take a look there, which one of you is coming with me?"

Naturally he was referring to the locked room at the end of the corridor, where the ghost had dragged Xi and disappeared in front of the door.

This was a very important clue.

In the end, everyone decided to go together, after all, it would only be more dangerous to separate.

Moreover, according to what Fan and Nan said, ghosts in the dream world would rarely kill one after another in a short period of time.

This time, unlike before, Fan only gave a gentle push and the door opened.

The lock ...... was opened.

Behind the door was a modest room that could only be seen a little by the light reflected in the corridor because there was no window.

It was about two-thirds the size of the boy's bedroom.

It was rather dark inside and no one dared to go in for the time being.

It wasn't until Aoiz took a few steps forward and reached out a hand to fumble with the wall near the door for a while that the light in the room came on with a crunching sound of a toggle switch.

Although they had been prepared, everyone still involuntarily drew a breath of cold air when they looked into the room.

A rolled up quilt sat in the centre of the room, a pair of shoes sticking out of the quilt and dangling helplessly on the floor.

After a few seconds of calm, Nan stepped forward and slowly lifted the quilt.

"Ah ......!" Una couldn't help but cover her mouth.

Xi was curled up in the quilt, his eyes protruding, his pupils dilated, his face blue and his facial as well as neck muscles twisted, so he was obviously dead.

His two arms were rigid, clawed in front of his chest, as if he was defending himself against something, and the bruises on the back of his hands were stretched high.

Aoiz walked forward and pulled back the corner of Xi's shirt.

His body was covered in blood marks, as if he had been beaten with a whip or something, and there were several cuts from sharp objects, and both hands were handcuffed tightly together.

Nan was carrying a backpack, which she had found on the side, containing a whip, a dagger, twine, handcuffs and a few candles of different thicknesses.

After comparison, the twine in the backpack was the same as the rope found in the storehouse earlier.

Fatty stared at one of the bloodied tools, so frightened that his voice trembled along with it, "Xi was abused alive by a ghost?"

"No," Aoiz stood up, "the wounds on his body were very regular and there were no signs of distortion left by the struggle, which means he was unconscious when he was abused."

"I think he was scared to death first and then dragged here by the ghost to be abused."

"A whipped corpse?"

Aoiz nodded, "I think so."

"Brother, don't be so calm!" Fatty cried, "If I wasn't with you, just because of your reaction, I would suspect that you did this?"

Aoiz had a straight face, "Don't be ridiculous, although this kind of thing happens in our nightclubs, it's all based on your love and my willingness, and it's usually not this excessive."

When he saw that the topic was about to be sidetracked by Aoiz again, Fan hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, saying that he would talk about it later and that he should hurry to find clues first.

He said, "These shoes are not the right ones, they are not the ones he was wearing."

Upon Aoiz's reminder, everyone shifted their eyes from Aoiz's face to the shoes.

They were a pair of trainers, very ordinary and a bit worn, which really didn't go well with Xi's fairly sophisticated clerical outfit, and the shoes looked very bulky.

Fan took out the dagger from the backpack that Nan had found, squatted on the floor, picked the tied shoelaces one by one with the blade and took off the shoes.

A scene that no one expected emerged.

There was a pair of shoes wrapped inside the sneakers!

It was a pair of leather shoes that had been squeezed out of shape, and the back of Xi's foot was strangely twisted inside the shoe, as if it had been shoved in after all the bones had been rubbed together.

Obviously, these were Xi's own shoes.

"These are the shoes of a boy in a family of four?" Una looked down at the sneakers and wondered, "But the trainers we found in the shoe closet in the living room on the ground floor ......"

Aoiz knew where she couldn't figure it out, these two pairs of sneakers, although they looked close in style, were very different in size and didn't look like they were owned by the same person.

"Could it be that the pair in the shoe closet are the shoes the boy had worn growing up? And this pair is from when he was growing up."

Aoiz thought for a moment and replied, "It's possible, but I don't think it's likely, we've searched the whole villa, have any of you seen any other shoes of a similar size?"

Everyone was silent, and after a long while Nan spoke with a somewhat strange look on her face, "So you mean there are three men in this villa, a male owner, and his two sons."