Wang Ming saw a piece of news and immediately ran over to tell Lin Wen. There was a serial killer near his house. That person had killed at least four people, both male and female.
One of the victims was the resident living opposite of Lin Wen. Worried, Wang Ming asked Lin Wen to stay at his house instead.
Lin Wen hesitated at first, but then agreed to it.
Wang Ming thought of himself as his boyfriend, which was overstepping a bit on his part, but he didn’t call him out on it.
Lin Wen actually ended up moving to Wang Ming’s house.
Just like Wang Ming, his home felt very warm and comfortable. The place very clearly had two bedrooms, but Wang Ming worked hard to squeeze into the same bed as him.
Lin Wen was a little annoyed, but he didn’t hate it.
Though his home, he had to go back there.
He had to dispose of his brother’s body. He thought it would be safest to put it in his own home, but he didn’t expect that someone would touch his place and take pictures. How unforgivable.
Lin Wen returned home, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt something strange.
There was an indescribable stench in the room. The smell of rotten and torn corpses.
He entered the room where he hid the body, only to find that the body that was supposed to be inside was gone.
There was a note on the table. Written on it was a short but ominous, “Where are you?”
Where are you? Where are you… Where…
Lin Wen’s mind was blank. He was in a daze for a while before he turned around and ran.
He ran all the way to Wang Ming’s house, where he saw Wang Ming’s cold dead body lying in a pool of his own blood.
With the resounding sound of sirens in the background, Lin Wen left the scene in distress, accompanied by the policemen.
A week later, Lin Wen returned to his home. In the darkness, a man hugged him from behind. In a low, adoring voice, the man called to him, “Wenwen…”