Many murdering demons have emerged from Sishui Apartments over the years, just as they did a decade ago and continue to do today.
From the beginning, Situ An had no intention of coexisting with the residents inside the building. He had long since directed his subordinates to mark the neighbors' doors, indicating which rooms were haunted, which were traps, and which were empty— he was acutely aware of it all.
The door was pried open, blood flowed, and as the killing went on, those investigators who had consumed flesh gradually began to lose themselves.
The black characters on their bodies multiplied, and their gazes shifted between lucidity and confusion.
"The seeds sown twenty years ago are now ripe for harvest."
Watching the investigators on the verge of losing control, Situ An's eyes held no sympathy; everything was proceeding according to his plan.
