Hearing the noise, Lianrong, who was still sobbing in her room, stood up abruptly. Seemingly frightened or hesitant, she immediately went out, closed the door behind her, and stood in the doorway, looking at Sun Han and the other two with a stubborn and wary expression.
None of the three looked at her; they all pointed to the main room. Cheng Shuang said, "There's someone unconscious in that room over there. We only looked at them from the doorway."
"Two people are dead," Han Meimei said urgently. "And someone else is missing!" She tried to see the expressions on their faces through the transparent protective goggles, but they were in a hurry and rushed into the house without even changing their expressions.
"By the way, what disease do they have? Should we get checked too? Is it contagious?" Sun Han asked anxiously, taking a few steps forward and blocking the path of the protective suit.
"If you don't touch them, they won't get infected!" the leader threatened coldly, his eyes and brows beneath his protective suit devoid of warmth. "This disease is contagious. Are you sure no one is going to touch them?"
The little girl seemed frightened and waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, I don't even dare to come near! It's too scary!"
"At least you guys have some awareness of safety!" The leader said, striding towards the main room with the door open, while the three girls on the other side leaned out the window, idly watching the commotion.
When the people in protective suits carried out the dead boy, the two girls let out a small scream.
Bai Cha glared at them disdainfully. "Zhou Ting, Huang Xiaoying didn't see how he died, but you did see Zhou Lang, right? Why are you making such a fuss!"
Bai Cha quickly found out what Zhou Ting was up to! Following Zhou Ting's shy and timid expression, Bai Cha saw a handsome and refined young man walk in through the door.
The boy may have some mixed-race genes. He has deep features, a straight posture, and delicate eyebrows. His slightly curly short hair sways gently in the mountain breeze, and the wisps of hair at his temples playfully swing on his smooth forehead, instantly softening his coldness and making him so handsome that it makes one's heart flutter.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't even glance at them, and walked to the side of the pretty but troublesome little girl, quietly, with a somewhat arrogant air about him.
Bai Cha pouted. Zhou Ting's old habit had resurfaced. Without a man to rely on, she could find a new target right away.
She disdained associating with such a woman, but compared to her classmates, she certainly trusted the stranger across from her even less.
Zhou Ting's behavior went unnoticed. She pouted in annoyance. It was too dark last night, and she had been drinking. She hadn't noticed that there was a handsome young man in the other group. This morning, she was so flustered that she forgot everything. She didn't know if she had left a bad impression on him!
Zhou Ting was clearly overthinking it. Du Jun's only impression of her was probably summed up in a few words: a college student who scored just over 90 points = a player who accidentally wandered into a dangerous instance = a troublesome local...
The room contained a dead body, and no one was in the mood to look at her deliberately posed expression and posture; all attention was focused on the corpse being carried out in protective suits.
They first moved the four corpses out of the room and placed them on the gray stone slab in the middle of the three side rooms.
The dead boy was not wearing many clothes, just a basketball jersey, revealing two arms covered in bloody holes. It was clear that there were countless small holes not only on his face, but also all over his body.
Because it had been moved, the not-yet-completely-cold scabs began to ooze dark red blood again, as if tiny insects hidden in the shadows were about to burst out of their bulging pores. Even Han Meimei, who considered herself brave, trembled at the sight and turned her head away in disgust. Not to mention Zhou Ting, who relied entirely on men for protection during her dungeon runs, she was already gagging.
"Did they die from blood loss?" Cheng Shuang asked, peeking out from behind Du Jun, feigning curiosity.
The men in protective suits ignored her and continued walking into the corner room of the east wing, where they carried out Zhou Lang's body and placed it next to another body.
Instead, the leader who was directing his subordinates turned to look at Cheng Shuang, his eyes filled with an ambiguous light, "If you want to know if you died from excessive blood loss, and you're not afraid of infection, you can come over and touch me."
Cheng Shuang was taken aback and looked at the leader's eyes in confusion. Could it be that he was really trying to help her?
Of course, it wasn't out of kindness; the other person's eyes were full of malice.
The little girl grinned innocently and nodded readily, "Okay, thank you, Uncle. I'll go back to my room to get some things."
After saying that, without giving the leader a chance to refuse, he ran back to the room where he had stayed the night before, pretending to take out rubber isolation gloves, glasses, a mask, and a disposable raincoat from the room and put them on. He then turned around and walked to the side of the protective suits, puffed out his chest, and pretended to tidy up the fake work clothes before bending down.
Seeing her ridiculous act of a child imitating an adult, the leader, who had initially regretted his suggestion, sneered, crossed his arms leisurely, raised his head, and gestured for all his subordinates to step back and let her do as she pleased.
They knew these outsiders were used to seeing corpses, and some children, out of ignorance, were much bolder than adults, so they weren't surprised by her actions. But what could a child understand? Once they were terrified, society would teach them how to behave.
Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes, avoiding the empty, wide-open white pupils of the deceased, and gently touched the body to check its temperature. Both were ice-cold, making it impossible to tell from their body temperature who died first. However, there was a subtle difference in the color of their blood when compared up close.
Zhou Lang's dried blood was a darker color, suggesting he had died quite early. She remembered that he collapsed fully clothed after entering the room, right behind the door. However, the single bed in that small room was actually diagonally to the side of the door. Did that mean he was attacked the moment he entered the room?
The little girl pressed on the corpse's chest again. It was very soft, as if it had lost the protection of the ribcage. She didn't dare to press hard. Instead, she pretended to be playing a doctor-patient game and moved haphazardly to another corpse, her little hands groping around and making comparisons in secret.
The boy in the four-person room still had a firm chest, but his abdomen was soft.
When the leader noticed her movement, his eyes darkened, but he seemed more relaxed, anticipating a good show.
Cheng Shuang prepared herself, clenched her fists, and squeezed Zhou Lang's chest hard, pretending to hide her fear and hesitation. She casually complained, "Ugh, it's so cold! I'm not playing anymore! It's not fun at all."
She paused, then slammed her hand down. A soft "plop" sound rang out, followed by countless streams of blood gushing from her chest, spraying high into the air. If she hadn't reacted quickly, her face would have been covered in blood.
The leader took a quick half-step forward, but the little girl let out a piercing scream, causing him to stumble back several steps, almost colliding with her.
Cheng Shuang's face turned pale. Regardless of who was behind her, she turned around and hugged them. The blood splattered on her raincoat directly stained the leader's snow-white protective suit.
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