"Hehe a human. A human! A human flesh!"
The voice grew sharper and harsher, like nails scratching against glass: "Want to kill, want to tear, want to cut open your skin and feed on human flesh..."
Lucien listened closely, he did not struggle as he was drag along right to the inside of the room.
The small black hands wrapped itself around his waist, gripping his ankles and wrists.
When he was dragged into the room, Lucien pressed the eyecatching red button in the detector.
Soon afterwards, the black hands let out a sharp scream, "No! No! What is this?! What is this?!"
The shrill voice of the ghost drilled into Lucien's ears. The room is small and the whole place stink of dead rats.
Lucien calmly lowered his eyes. There were no other expressions on his face. He just calmly look down at the detector on his hand as it absorb the ghost's negative energy.
