An eerie voice wandered the room, calling out Yang Jian's name as if a ghost was searching for him.
The voice started its search on the first floor, gradually moving up to the second, then third, and eventually reaching the fourth floor.
In a room on the fourth floor, the lights were brightly lit.
Jiang Yan was lying on the bed playing with her phone, constantly updating her personal status.
"Recently my boyfriend has been ignoring me again, I'm heartbroken; such a big house, and just me alone, it's so desolate."
The accompanying photo was of Yang Jian's mansion.
And her previous status read: To be a happy little bootlicker, believe in yourself, and in the end you'll have everything you lick for.
The status before that: My boyfriend gave me five million to buy a car. What car should I buy?
Under each status update, there were dozens of comments from her high school and university classmates, as well as some relatives and friends.
