章 224: Limitation

"Could Boss Chen's parents…" Song An felt like his throat was filled with ice. When he said that, his lips were shaking uncontrollably.

"You saw the blood streak on the side of the bed in that room earlier. I didn't want to say anything then because we had outsiders with us." Guo Miao reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette to dangle on his lips. "Fake blood is definitely not that color. The scratch marks and blood stains that we saw probably came from an actual human."

"There are many more similar scratch marks and blood stains inside this scenario. If all those are real…" Song An shivered as he looked around. This is not a Haunted House; it's a slaughterhouse!

"Boss, shall we call the cops?"

"I had the same idea, but we're in here for only ten minutes. If this is a misunderstanding, we'll be shamed for the rest of our lives." Guo Miao bit on the cigarette. "Let's meet up with the others first."