Walking into the mall, all three clearly felt a chill.

As soon as he sensed this chill, Jiang Cheng was certain that they were already within the range of a paranormal event.

Fatty sniffed, a strong smell of blood rushing to his brain.

But strangely, when they were standing outside the door, they didn't smell anything strange at all.

They walked along the corridor, which, although without lights, was always filled with a faint glow, similar to what they had experienced in previous missions.

Large splatters of blood appeared from time to time on the white walls, some even reaching the ceiling, which, coupled with the cold, faint light, was shocking.

Bloody handprints remained on the wall, stopping abruptly at a corner, where there were more dragging marks on the ground...

One could imagine that at the time, a wounded person, supporting himself against the wall, staggered and ran, thinking of going through the back door, but unexpectedly, all the doors were unable to be opened, and he was basically walking into a dead end.

Then, he was dragged away alive by the models chasing from behind.

The traces of struggle disappeared after a while, and a large amount of splashed blood appeared at the corresponding location.

If there were no accidents, this was the scene of the dismemberment.

Thinking of the last few photos he had seen, Jiang Cheng knew what a tragedy it was.

Ordinary people being caught in paranormal events without any preparation was tantamount to a massacre.

The iron door of the emergency exit was covered with bloody handprints left in despair by people fleeing. Jiang Cheng gently wiped it with his hand and easily wiped away a piece.

"The blood isn't dry yet!" Fatty couldn't help but become alert at this sight.

The massacre seemed to have stopped just before they came in.

But... how could that be?

Only bloodstains remained on the ground, and the corpses had all been cleaned up. This was clearly something that had happened a day ago, and bloodstains of this magnitude, like handprints, should have dried long ago!

As if seeing Fatty's doubts, Jiang Cheng stood in front of the emergency exit, looking around. "Bloodstains and corpses are not important. Don't you think something is missing here...?"

Fatty's eyes paused, and he reacted. "The models?"

Huai Yi maintained the same posture as Jiang Cheng, scanning the surroundings inch by inch, and said in a low voice, "We've been in here for so long, and we haven't seen a single model."

"Yeah." Fatty carefully chimed in, "But judging by the looks of it, the paranormal event here definitely hasn't been resolved, otherwise the people outside wouldn't be so nervous."

"And the chill we felt when we came in..." Fatty swallowed and added, "That can't be faked!"

"Let's walk around and see." Jiang Cheng led Fatty and Huai Yi to one side.

There were many clothing stores on the first floor of the mall. At this moment, Jiang Cheng was standing in front of a luxury brand store, but the store looked like it had been robbed, in a miserable state.

Various expensive clothes, leather bags, and the like were casually thrown on the ground. The glass cabinets were smashed, and the glass door on one side had also fallen down, shattered into pieces.

The wooden service desk, which was very upscale, was also overturned, with glass shards and horrifying bloodstains everywhere.

But the window models were nowhere to be seen.

"Where did they all run off to?" Huai Yi couldn't help but feel a little panicked. The feeling of not being able to find the enemy was the most terrifying, because you never knew when you would be ambushed.

After walking around the first floor of the mall, the group finally arrived at the location of the mall's glass doors. Looking out through the glass doors, they could see everything outside clearly.

The glass doors had been locked from the outside, but after thinking about it, Jiang Cheng stretched out his right hand and tried to stick his hand through the gap in the door.

"It worked." Fatty was a little surprised to see the scene in front of him.

This was completely different from what was described in the mission. At that time, no matter how much those trapped people cried for help, no one could hear them, and they could not leave through the door.

Jiang Cheng retracted his hand, nodded, and said calmly, "As I analyzed, this paranormal event can't trap us at all. We can leave whenever we want."

Hearing what the doctor said, Fatty was originally happy, but when he thought that this was because he had the so-called imprint of the bus on him, he became worried again.

But a few seconds later, he thought again that even though he would be found by the bus, the Wang Qi brothers were still on the bus, weren't they? He still had to take him home, so he began to look forward to it again, and his face also turned rosy.

Fatty's several changes in expression made Huai Yi, who was beside him, completely confused.

He had always been wondering what Fatty's ability was.

But such trump cards, people wouldn't say, and he couldn't directly ask.

After all, he was a Scarlet, and his mind was a little abnormal. If he were to turn his back on him and say that he could tell him, but only dead people could keep secrets, it would be miserable.

"Hmm?" Jiang Cheng crouched down.

Fatty and Huai Yi, who were around him, naturally made way. Jiang Cheng stared at the ground, and after a moment, said, "Many people have been here not long ago, no, not people, the models."

"Indeed." Huai Yi nodded.

The ground was covered with bloody footprints, footprints, that kind of very neat footprints, not shoe prints left by normal people wearing shoes.

Jiang Cheng followed the footprints and found that these models had stopped behind the glass doors, and then left with stiff steps.

They came to verify their guesses, so they naturally needed to find these models.

Following the footprints, they came all the way to the 4th floor of the mall.

As they walked further and further away, Fatty suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart, "Doctor, I see that there are some less popular shops nearby."

"Why... why are those models going in there?"

Fatty was right, this location was the place with the least traffic in the entire mall. Only shops selling large plants, or wood carvings and antiques, were opened here.

After turning a corner, the scene in front of him couldn't help but make Fatty gasp.

He saw that in front of an antique-looking shop, there were full of models standing there.

These models all maintained a standing posture, their heads slightly lowered, facing the shop, leaving the three of them with terrifying backs covered in blood.

A wooden sign hung on the shop, which read Juzhen Tang Wood Carving Shop.

Perhaps because the rent was cheap here, the wood carving shop was not small, about 2 to 3 times the size of an ordinary shop.

Not only outside the shop, but also inside, was filled with models, a dark mass of them.

Jiang Cheng walked to the model closest to him, first patted it with his hand. The other party did not respond, and the feeling Jiang Cheng got was also the hard, ordinary model.

Fatty and Huai Yi saw Jiang Cheng standing behind a group of models, as if thinking for a moment, and then, they saw him slowly stretch out his hands and stroke the model's head.

In the next second, with a "ka" sound, the model's head was broken off by Jiang Cheng and taken down.

Fatty and Huai Yi felt a chill down their spines.