doitstory Chapter 231: The Corpse on the Chandelier
Chapter 231: The Corpse on the Chandelier
Chapter 231: Chapter 231: The Corpse on the ChandelierNi Tian was somewhat unwilling, but since the other players suspected there was something abnormal about Pan Siming’s and Big Bear’s deaths, she didn’t dare to break away from Xu Huo; otherwise, she might become the target of everyone’s arrows. Thereby, she had no choice but to follow his instructions.
When she saw her avoiding the gazes of the others and slowly moving to the end of the corridor before swiftly entering it, Xu Huo began
The others immediately became more vigilant upon hearing this, but the brooding man laughed, "It seems you didn’t find anything."
"We truly didn’t commit murder," You Huanhuan said with tearful eyes, "You must believe me. If I killed Pan Siming, may the heavens punish me to be eaten by the ’Alien’!"
Unfortunately, her pitiful appearance did not evoke sympathy. Instead, Fan Shiji retorted, "If oaths were useful, thunder would have struck dead countless people by now. Bring out something concrete!"
You Huanhuan looked around, seemingly wounded by the players’ indifference. She said sternly, "Since you accuse me of murder, show the evidence. There’s no body in my room, what gives you the right to accuse me? Do you think I’m easy to bully?"
Everyone fell silent for a moment, and just then, Xie Man lost her interest in the spectacle. She turned around and waved dismissively, "We can’t even be sure if he is dead or has left the game, so what’s the point in looking for a body? Isn’t that just looking for trouble for no reason?"
The "looking for trouble" Xu Huo watched her head under the chandelier.
"Drip!" Something dripped onto Xie Man’s face. She reached up to touch it and pulled down a piece of flesh with a bloody smell. Startled, she looked up and saw a shadow falling right towards her!
Xie Man hastily retreated to avoid it, and only after the object landed on the ground did she exclaim in shock, "Pan Siming!"
"What?!" The other players were also startled by the body that fell from above, and they quickly gathered around. The brooding man turned the body over, and the onlookers couldn’t help but gasp.
Pan Siming’s death was gruesome; one eyeball had burst, his neck and half his face had been chewed up, muscle tissue hung from the skeleton in tatters, and teeth marks were visible on the edges.
"It’s him; his windpipe is broken. It seems he was bitten to death alive," the brooding man inspected Pan Siming’s clothes and frowned, "Although the clothes are soaked in blood, the amount of bloodshed doesn’t match. Whoever killed him didn’t just eat his flesh, they also drank his blood dry."