Jiang Che walked down the creaky old wooden stairs, trying to find where the basement was, but he couldn't locate it.
He only knew that there was no one at home. The family who had just gathered yesterday had all vanished today.
The empty rooms—after finally finding his family, Jiang Che was once again living alone.
Compared to the loneliness he felt before, Jiang Che now felt a strange sense of peace.
He was very clear that everyone had their own things to do.
It wasn't his job to spend 24 hours a day with his family either.
Just like now, his family even found him an uncle to introduce him to a job.
The small building was large. Just the first floor alone had several rooms; maybe it was because it had been cleaned up, the audience didn't even recognize it as the house the Blood Slaughter Couple used to live in.
The place used to be splattered with blood, thick and foul, the air itself stained by it.
