Chen Zhao and Fali were woken up by a gunshot. They hurriedly turned on the lights.
"Fali, don't come down." Chen Zhao was very awake. He stopped Fali and rolled over to get the baseball bat on the side.
When he went downstairs, he saw Spike lying on the stairs. Chen Zhao froze. He checked Spike and found him dead.
Right then, he saw blood on Black Ma. He'd gotten shot.
"Chen." Fali poked her head out above the stairs. She didn't feel safe alone in her room.
Chen Zhao looked up at Fali. "It's okay. You can come down now."
Fali went downstairs. She saw Spike on the ground, as well as the case and a necklace wrapped around it.
"It's my necklace," Fali said immediately.
"It really did come back," Chen Zhao lamented.
"What do we do now?"
"Call the cops."
Chen Zhao called the police. People who broke into homes at night deserved to die.
