"A door in the wardrobe?"
The blackish-red bloodstains had permeated deep into the wood, as if the inner wall of the wardrobe was originally decorated with such patterns. Han Fei didn't dare to touch it directly; first, he used his phone to photograph all the bloodstains inside the wardrobe.
During the process of taking photos, Han Fei made a new discovery: right in the center of the door-shaped outline formed by the bloodstains, there was a faint impression of the body of a Gate God.
Something had scratched across the neck of the Gate God, and Han Fei had searched the entire wardrobe but couldn't find the Gate God's head.
"The Headless Door God of room 4044? Was its head chopped off by Fu Sheng?"
The wardrobe before him bore witness to the past, concealing secrets. If it weren't so inconvenient, Han Fei would have liked to take this wardrobe back to his own home.