94: Chapter 94 Sam was actually already dead

"Dad, Mom, did you really die because of the Thriller Game?"

"Was it because of the weirdness of the Thriller Game?"

Chen Mo fell into deep thought.

More than half of his deductive abilities came from his father.

Because his father was a murder mystery scriptwriter, and although he was the one responsible for telling stories, his father's deductive abilities were unquestionable.

He had even helped the police solve a serial murder case once.

Because of this, their family's shop business reached its peak.

Countless netizens were willing to come and find out the truth, supporting this folk detective.

That was why his father was evaluated by the big shots in the Management Group as a myth-level player.

"Just how difficult of a dungeon could it be to stump Dad and make him die in it as well?"

"And... why weren't Mom and Dad reported as mysteriously missing, but instead ruled as having died in a car accident?"

Chen Mo felt it was very strange; he would have to investigate it after leaving the dungeon.

Just as Chen Mo stood up, preparing to extinguish the candle.

The mirror in front of him suddenly changed again.

Chen Mo stood where he was, observing carefully.

This time, the scene conjured in the mirror was 118 Ocean Avenue.

And the person in the mirror was none other than Sam.

It was 3:15 AM.

Sam suddenly woke up from his bed, his breathing rapid, his whole body covered in cold sweat.

There was a voice in his head that had been calling him the whole time.

"Sam, Sam, kill them! Otherwise! You will be the one who dies!"

Sam clutched his head tightly. It felt as if thousands of black insects were crawling inside his brain, circling endlessly around his mind.

Thunder roared outside the Villa, and purple lightning seemed to grow right on the windows, flashing again and again.

Sam walked with unsteady steps, bumping into the wall several times before straightening himself out again.

He entered the Basement and recklessly knocked over the items stored inside.

Finally, his gaze settled on the shotgun hanging on the wall.

He grabbed the shotgun and revealed an eerie smile.

Then he returned to the ground floor.

He first went to his wife's bedroom.

"Sam?" Anna Catherine turned over. The room was very dark, and she rubbed her eyes.

Immediately, her eyes filled with extreme terror, and she raised her hands unconsciously.

"Sam, what are you trying to do? Put the gun down right now!" Anna warned loudly.

However, the only response she got was an eerie, sinister laugh and an angry roar.

"We are all going to die. Anna, you've always wanted to kill me, right?"

"I will absolutely not let you get your wish. I'm going to act before you and the children do."

"I am your second husband, but you've always been thinking about him in your heart, right?"

"The children are also full of disgust for me; they are just pretending that I am their father!"

In his rage, Sam pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunsmoke filled the air, and flames erupted from the cold gun barrel, vanishing in an instant.

The flames pierced through her skull.

Anna Catherine lay quietly on the bed, just like a broken doll.

Seeing the large hole in Anna Catherine's head, Sam completed his first kill.

"Hehehe!"

The corners of Sam's mouth curled up slightly as he headed to the children's bedroom.

Pete and Alice had already been awakened by the gunshot. They hid in a panic, thinking that a bad person had entered the house.

Pete liked hide-and-seek, so he hid inside his wardrobe.

His body trembled violently, praying that the person outside the wardrobe would absolutely not find him.

However...

When the wardrobe opened, he saw that the person who had come was his own father.

"Pete, I won. I found you!"

"No! Dad! Don't!" Pete shook his head desperately.

The muzzle pressed against his forehead, and Pete's brain was instantly pierced.

Alice fled to the roof of the Villa, running quickly along the steep rafters.

However, the roof hatch was pushed open. Sam threw the gun up first, then climbed up himself.

He chased his daughter on the sloped roof, clutching the shotgun.

But before he could even fire, Alice had already lost her footing and fallen from the roof.

On the ground, there was a wooden stake with an axe stuck diagonally into it.

Alice's neck landed exactly on the sharp blade of the axe!

With a "snap," blood gushed out wildly.

Sadi, who was on the ground, ran over quickly and saw Alice's head rolling on the ground.

It opened its mouth, baring its teeth and snarling at Sam.

However, its barking could not awaken the master it had once trusted the most.

Sam smirked and aimed the muzzle at Sadi's dog head.

He pulled the trigger!

After doing all this, his shirt was already soaked by the rain.

Sam suddenly came to his senses, looking at his dead family before him, each one staring at him with a hideous expression.

Sam fell into deep despair.

He roared and screamed in the rain!

But there was no one to answer.

He hated himself. He raised the gun, aimed it at his own mouth, and bit down on the barrel.

The vision ended, and Chen Mo suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

His body felt like a spinning top, rotating at high speed in place.

The surrounding walls and furniture all appeared as double images, twisting into various strange things.

When he opened his eyes again.

In that originally pitch-black Basement, there were now 5 more people.

They were sitting around a round table, with a candle and a mirror placed in the center.

The drawn patterns and the chanted incantations were exactly the summoning ritual and materials Chen Mo had used.

Chen Mo walked to the mirror, but he couldn't see his own reflection in it.

He reached out to touch the five strangers, but his palm passed straight through their bodies.

"Sam Ricardo, actually, you died long ago. There is no Vincent in this Haunted House at all."

"And you! You are actually Vincent. You killed your own family with your own hands, and then committed suicide by shooting yourself!"

"You and your family living in this house right now are no longer human; you are ghosts."

"Amy Seeger is also a dead person. You dead people can play house somewhere else."

"We are the new tenants of this Villa. Could you please have your family move out immediately?"

The fat man with glasses in the middle, holding a candle, said forcefully.

"What the hell? Sam died long ago? Was all of this just a fantasy in his mind?"

"He is actually Vincent? Is Amy Seeger actually another version of him that he conjured up in his fantasy? Both of them are him."

"This is just a collision of thoughts between black and white."

Seeing the confusion in Chen Mo's eyes, another woman with slightly curly long hair said.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the lawn in the courtyard and take a look. The tombstones of your family are there."

The scene suddenly shifted to the courtyard.

Chen Mo hadn't intended to pick up the shovel, but his hand grabbed it on its own.

Then, he dug up the lawn of the courtyard, one shovelful at a time.

Then, 4 neat tombstones appeared before Chen Mo's eyes.

On the one in front, a few lines of clear, small text were engraved.

[Deceased: Sam Ricardo]

[Date of Birth and Death: Born : 1d : 1990]

[Blessing: Forever in our hearts]