"Ah!"
Just as Ji Jing was about to get closer to take a look at the table, a sharp scream suddenly sounded, scaring Ji Jing into shrinking back. Ming Ze quickly hugged her.
"I'm not afraid." Ming Ze patted her shoulder and comforted her.
Ji Jing patted her chest." What was that sound?"
She was so frightened that she couldn't distinguish it clearly for a moment.
"It sounds like a woman's cry." Ming Ze frowned." It might be the remaining memories in this space."
"Memories?" Ji Jing seemed to understand what he meant." You're saying that such a scream happened here before?"
Ming Ze nodded." In the room I passed by, there was no such blood stain. The sofa was also very tidy and not so messy."
Ming Ze pointed at the sofa in the middle of the living room. The pillows on it were all over the place, and even the sofa cover seemed to have been pulled up a little.
