Chapter 14

When there was no more movement upstairs, Charles was the first to rush towards the stairs, with the others following closely behind.

But as soon as Charles stepped on the last stair, the strong smell of fresh blood hit his nostrils.

However, there was no trace of the large bloodstain from the morning, as if it had never been there.

Everyone stood frozen, disbelief written all over their faces.

"How, how could this be?"

Madeline's voice trembled as she pointed to the carpet.

"How could there be no bloodstains at all? This morning there was clearly..."

She stopped speaking and looked at Charles, whose expression was grave.

The floor was spotless, not a single drop of blood to be seen!

Everything was so eerie, as if the morning scene had been a dream they had yet to wake from.

"Ah!" Piper suddenly let out a small cry, her gaze fixed on Rachel's room.

Everyone looked down and saw a large pool of fresh blood slowly seeping out from under the door, inching towards them.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in, slamming the hallway window with a loud "bang"!

The smell of blood spread, and the entire second floor was instantly filled with a strong metallic scent.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

Jeffrey cursed under his breath, the sensation like an electric shock exploding from his scalp once again.

Everyone fell silent, staring at the window that was banging in the wind.

They all remembered Charles' unusual behavior that morning.

He had personally closed the window tightly and checked the lock repeatedly.

No matter how strong the wind, it couldn't have blown open the lock from the inside!

Moreover, no one had gone upstairs; everyone had been in the living room.

And the only patient on the second floor couldn't possibly get out of bed.

So who had opened that window?

Could it be Rachel, who had died?

The thought sent chills down Charles' spine.

But no matter what, they had to investigate to find out what had happened.

So he suppressed his fear and slowly walked towards the blood-seeping room.

The others, frightened by Charles' actions, didn't understand why he was so brave.

Wasn't he afraid of death?

"Charles! Don't go!"

Madeline grabbed Charles' clothes and shook her head at him.

But Charles didn't even turn around; he gently patted Madeline's hand away.

At this moment, Jeffrey stood behind Charles, indicating he would go in with him.

Seeing this, the other three had no choice but to suppress their fear and follow.

Just as Charles was about to open the door, he suddenly thought of something and looked back at the window.

Piper, understanding his action, quickly ran over to close and lock the window.

Charles was a bit surprised but grateful, nodding at Piper.

He then refocused, slowly turning his attention to the doorknob.

With everyone holding their breath, he slowly pushed open the door.

The scene inside was fully revealed.

"Ah!"

Piper's scream echoed through the room, followed by the sounds of Gerald and Madeline vomiting.

Inside the room, Emily's body was hanging from the ceiling fan, swaying gently.

Her ribs had been opened up like wings.

Her organs had been removed, her flesh torn open, and blood was dripping down her legs to the floor.

Strangely, her neck was twisted at a ninety-degree angle, as if someone had forcefully broken it.

Emily's face bore the same peaceful smile as Rachel's, her eyes half-closed, staring at everyone.

Charles also noticed that there was a bullet-sized hole in the center of her forehead, just like Rachel's.

Everyone stepped back, except for Charles, who walked straight towards Emily's body.

He wanted to know if Emily's brain was also empty.

He stood opposite the body, holding his breath and observing closely. After a while, he concluded, "She died the same way as Rachel, but her ribs were opened."

"Could it have been the patient?"

Charles turned to look at the tightly closed door of the patient's room, recalling their conversation earlier that day, his expression changing suddenly!

No wonder.

"Wait!" Madeline suddenly shouted, "Rachel is gone!"

She looked in horror at the bed where Rachel's body should have been, slowly covering her open mouth.

Everyone followed her gaze.

Sure enough.

Rachel, who had been lying on the bed, was gone, and the blood-soaked sheets had returned to their original white.

So where had Rachel's body gone?

Or was Rachel really dead?