Qinghe's lips curled into a beautiful arc as she let out a cold laugh. Extending her hand into the void, she grasped and spun slightly, wrapping a large bath towel around her body in an instant, knotting it firmly at one side. With a guess in mind, she looked outside, only to see that the surrounding villas were all brightly lit, except for her own, which was pitch-black.
With a voice that carried a hint of chill, she murmured lowly in the darkness, "Fine, I'll play along with you."
Bill stretched out his eerie, skeletal hand, moving it slightly before knowingly tapping his creepy doll head. Working seamlessly together, he and Czech moved into their respective positions.
Bill took out a piece of wire from his clothes and started fiddling with the keyhole of the door. In just a few seconds, the door made a crisp sound. Bill gently pushed the door open, using the green light on his head to look for Qinghe.