I'll translate the text while maintaining its horror/supernatural elements and psychological tension:
They had visited the second floor yesterday, confirming what the innocent-looking girl had said.
The children's bedrooms were easily distinguishable - one filled with various dolls, while the other's walls were covered with military weapon posters, the desk cluttered with military magazines, exuding the atmosphere of a military enthusiast.
Both groups turned their attention to Jiangcheng and the innocent-looking girl.
"The family atmosphere here wasn't harmonious. We found many broken plates and cups in the trash, some still with bloodstains," Jiangcheng said.
The innocent-looking girl added, "There are also marks on the wooden stair railings, which we believe to be nail scratches."
This was an unmistakable clue. Everyone went to the stairs and, following her pointing finger, indeed found marks left by friction.
The muscular man touched them and his expression changed slightly, "Indeed, these are scratch marks."
A family of four, poor family atmosphere, broken tableware, scratch marks, an imprisoned young girl...
No matter how you pieced it together, it pointed to a family tragedy.
A girl who had suffered abuse once lived here.
"What should we do next?" the male clerk muttered, "Save this poor girl?"
"Whatever happened here belongs to the past, we can't change it," said the woman with the mole near her lips. "What we can do is uncover the truth and complete our task."
"But haven't we already figured out the truth?"
The muscular man grew increasingly impatient: "Figured out my ass! How was the girl abused? Who participated in the abuse? Is she dead or alive? How can we complete the task without knowing these things!"
Frightened by the muscular man's shout, the male clerk didn't dare make a sound.
The innocent-looking girl's gaze toward the male clerk contained pity - he was too weak and not clever enough, likely wouldn't survive this task.
Even if he somehow survived this time, the next time...
Gurgle...
Everyone looked toward the sound's source; the fat man embarrassedly covered his stomach, "Well..."
"Alright, we've searched the first floor thoroughly enough, let's prepare to eat," the muscular man felt hungry after working all morning.
Just as everyone was about to prepare food, a voice came from behind, "That place hasn't been checked yet," Jiangcheng pointed at the bathroom where the middle-aged man's corpse was located, "I think there might be clues there."
Hearing these words, everyone's expression became grave. They all knew what Jiangcheng was thinking of, but convincing themselves to check was difficult.
After all, someone had already died there, and entering the bathroom might trigger the deadly taboo.
When allocating search areas, everyone had tacitly avoided that place.
Eventually, reason overcame fear. The muscular man took a deep breath and said, "He's right, there might be clues hidden there. Although it's risky, we'll all die if we don't solve this task."
The woman with the mole near her lips unusually didn't object. She clearly understood the stakes, but still said sarcastically, "So who's going?"
Jiangcheng interjected, "Who's been to the first-floor bathroom?"
Everyone raised their hands.
After counting, Jiangcheng continued, "Then everyone might have triggered the death taboo, so this isn't just about finding clues, it's about saving our own lives."
The innocent-looking girl frowned and asked, "We can't all go in together, can we?"
The muscular man stroked his stubble, nodding, "The space is too small, if something happens with too many people inside, we won't be able to move."
"Correct," Jiangcheng nodded, "I estimate two people should be enough."
"Then... who volunteers?" the male clerk hiding at the back excitedly asked.
Dead silence.
"Alright, let's draw lots, that's fair for everyone," Jiangcheng opened his palm.
"Good!"
"I agree."
...
After some preparation, Jiangcheng took out several paper strips, two shorter than the others. He rolled them into small scrolls in front of everyone, placing them in his palm, "Those who draw short strips go in, any objections?"
"The method is fine, but..." the fat man stared at the paper scrolls in Jiangcheng's hand, swallowing, "why are there only 5 scrolls when there are 6 people?"
Others noticed this issue too and looked at Jiangcheng questioningly.
"Because I'm not drawing," Jiangcheng said naturally.
Everyone was stunned, then became angry. The muscular man shouted, "Why aren't you drawing?"
"Because I've never been to the bathroom."
"You've been here a day and night and drank so much water, how could you not use the bathroom?" the male clerk found an outlet for his emotions, hysterically shouting, "You're just trying to cheat! Let him go in alone!!"
The woman with the mole near her lips stared at Jiangcheng with hostility, sneering, "There's a price to pay for being cunning here."
"I know," Jiangcheng's expression remained unchanged, "but I really haven't been to the bathroom, I have evidence."
He raised his hand pointing toward the window sill. A breeze lifted the curtain corner, revealing two mineral water bottles behind it.
One full, one half-full, both containing a pale yellow liquid definitely not the color of normal mineral water.
Gleaming enticingly in the dawn light.
"Is that..." the male clerk's eyes suddenly widened.
"Mm-hmm," Jiangcheng nodded, somewhat embarrassedly confirming their suspicions, "I thought the bathroom was too dark, so I..."
The muscular man looked at Jiangcheng with a complex expression, "..."
Then the woman: "..."
The male clerk: "..."
The innocent-looking girl: "..."
The fat man: "...You really are a clever bastard!"
Since Jiangcheng hadn't been to the bathroom, no one could say anything more. The remaining five people drew lots, with Jiangcheng craning his neck to watch.
Finally, the muscular man and male clerk were fortunately selected.
When the two opened the bathroom door, they discovered the middle-aged man's corpse was gone.
The bathroom wasn't large, impossible to hide an adult corpse.
"This isn't the world we're from," the woman behind suddenly said, "Strange things happening is normal, you'll get used to it."
Just as she said, the muscular man's face showed no surprise, but the male clerk suffered, whimpering at the doorway until the muscular man kicked him in.
The others waited outside.
The search was very efficient, taking less than 5 minutes before the two emerged, the muscular man holding a piece of white tissue.
After closing the bathroom door, everyone walked to the living room where the muscular man unfolded the tissue, revealing a strand of hair.
"I found this in the bathroom tub, it wasn't there yesterday."
The muscular man was cautious, not even touching the hair with his hands.
The hair was long, clearly belonging to a woman.