Nell Harris was thinking about something, but with Dylan Young holding her hand, her mood gradually calmed down, and she soon closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Dylan Young listened to Nell Harris's steady breathing before opening his eyes.
Tonight will definitely not be as peaceful as the previous two days.
After midnight, there was finally some movement outside, Dylan Young keenly caught the sound of someone picking the lock.
He let go of Nell Harris's hand and got up to go to the living room.
The keyhole turned, the door opened.
When the door was pushed open, the sound was louder, and someone whispered, "Keep it down, what if the people inside aren't dead?"
"I heard they haven't gone out since the morning, maybe they're really dead."
Two black silhouettes tiptoed inside.
Seeing the empty living room, one of them curiously said, "Where's the person? After eating and being poisoned, shouldn't they be lying here? Why is there no one? Could it be... they're not dead yet?"
