Everyone held their breath, and there was a terrible silence around the stairs for a while. There was a humming of the porter at the door, and it seemed that he was asleep again.

"Do you need me to do a divination? Although I am not really a 'soothsayer', I have a high success rate in divination. Grandin spoke up.

In fact, there was no need for divination, and there was already a slight tingling sensation in his spirituality, which showed that there was indeed danger in the attic.

"No, we always have to make sure it's safe or not, so please be careful with what you do next. Grandin, let's switch positions, and you stand in the middle. ”

As a night watchman, he has an obligation to identify danger. And as the highest sequence of extraordinaries and captains in the team, he naturally has to be at the forefront, which is his responsibility as the captain.

But Grandin stopped him:

"I'd better go ahead, if it's really dangerous, at least you can save me."

The high level of perception brought about by the 'monster' sequence makes him particularly sensitive to danger. Especially when it comes to his own danger, his intuition will be even stronger. Coupled with some hole cards that he can't say, he can maximize his role at the very front.

So he thinks he's the best candidate for Pioneer.

As for Al, he has a lot of experience and can better help the team in the face of unexpected situations, so that he can make more sense of it.

"Then be careful."

Al didn't insist, he thought about it and agreed.

The three of them began to walk up the zigzag staircase.

They try to lean on the inside to reduce movement, and it's safer to climb the stairs this way. Because the planks of the staircase were rotten, Grandin felt himself stepping on the soft gravel as he stepped on the floor.

This is probably the concierge's conspiracy, maybe he is waiting for some unlucky guy to step on the stairs to pay three times the compensation.

Moving slowly, they came to the second floor.

Grandin's heart began to accelerate like a warmed engine, and his mind was highly focused. By the time he reached the attic on the third floor, he was fully in combat mode.

The overall height of the sloping attic was so low that Grandin thought that if he jumped a little harder, his head would hit the roof.

The attic in the first half is full of clutter. A path was carved out in the middle of the debris, which led to a door in the back half of the attic.

All three pulled out their guns, and when everyone was ready, Grandin's fingers were on the doorknob, but his instincts didn't warn.

So he took out the key and opened the door.

"Click."

The door was opened, and the room was silent.

The living environment here is much better than the first floor. They now stand in the living room and kitchen, and the smell of pea broth still lingers in the air. Next to it appears to be a separate bathroom, and further inside is a bedroom.

On the coat rack behind the door are women's hats and light grey coats.

The rooms are tidy and some sunlight shines through the sloping ceiling windows, making the room less dim.

Everything is normal.

"Squeak."

Lotota slammed the door shut when she finally walked in, but the sound of the door closing made Grandin feel excited.

"Don't!"

He whispered a halt, pulled the door with his backhand, and opened it to the maximum. He didn't feel safe, so he simply pulled out the three-edged thorn from his boot and stuck it between the door and the floor.

Lorota looked at Grandin, her head tilted in confusion.

She closed the door out of a professional habit — not to let the suspect escape.

And Grandin left the door open, but because he had seen horror movies. His instincts told him that it was a little abnormal here.

"My gut feeling."

Grandin didn't explain much, but the good credit he had built up over the years made his teammates trust him.

The living room and bathroom had a panoramic view, so they ended up looking at the bedroom.

It was still Grandin who opened the door, and his spirit was still quiet.

The bedroom door was unlocked, and he turned the brass handle and the door opened.

Bed, closet, floor-to-ceiling mirror and desk, and a chair for a person!

A woman in a green homeroom dress sits on a chair in front of her desk with her back to them!

"Ma'am, please raise your hands as far as I can see and turn them around slowly."

Al crossed over to Grandin, holding the revolver and pointing the muzzle of the gun to the woman's head.

"Ma'am, please don't make me repeat it a third time."

The woman with her back to them remained motionless.

Grandin turned on his vision, and in his vision, there was no aura on the woman, she was dead.

"She's dead."

Lorota, who has been dealing with dead people for many years, also made the same judgment at about the same time.

She put away her gun and put on her white gloves, ready to take a closer look.

"Be careful!"

As Lothota's hand was about to touch the corpse, Grandin's hair suddenly stood on end, the temperature of his chest rose rapidly, and his cry trembled with intense fear.

In an instant, almost instinctively, he reached out and grabbed Lorota by the back collar and led her back to the door.

A gray aura suddenly appeared on the corpse that had not moved just now, mixed with extremely chaotic black and crazy red, and all kinds of aura were rapidly collapsing inward!

Grandin took one last look at the sting, the corpse had already inflated like a balloon, and the blood-colored light that could be seen without psionic vision pierced the woman's skin and began to shine through the bedroom. The corners of the table that were first illuminated by the light had grown horrible flesh buds.

It's a trap!

Grandin quickly threw out the 'Sleep Charm' and recited the starting words:

"Sleep!"

Al also cooperated with the Nightmare ability, but it only stopped the light from the corpse's skin for a second!

Before he could think more, the speed of alienation suddenly accelerated, and the entire bedroom had become a flesh and blood cave.

"Run!"

Al ripped the bedroom door down, blocking out the direct rays. But the next moment he had to let go, because the door had become a mass of flesh and blood.

But fortunately, with this block, they have retreated to the living room.

In the midst of a crisis, Grandin burns his spirituality and frees his consciousness from his body. In the infinite acceleration of thinking, time seems to stand still.

He began to think rationally from a third perspective.

It's about 10 steps from the bedroom to the door, and you have to face a narrow hallway when you rush out of the room.

But to his left was a lift-style window, the quality of which should not have stopped him from slamming into it. As long as he broke out of the window, the height of the third floor was only a small amount to him now.

This is the best way to escape!

With his decision made, Grantin leaned over and let consciousness take over again.

"Follow ...... me"

But just as he led the charge to the window, an instinct for danger caused him to kick his foot against the wall and bounce towards the door.

As he turned, he threw the revolver like a dart at the glass window. The glass shattered, but before the revolver could cheer for freedom, a black flame suddenly appeared on the gun, and when it found that there was no life left for it to burn, it quickly extinguished.

Grandin cursed and ran to the door without looking back.