The terrifying heavens inside the box

Upon entering the mansion, the lead blond-haired cleaning worker, who wasn't wearing a mask, raised his head and greeted them:

"hello?"

Seeing no response, he narrowed his eyes, turned his head and gestured to the other cleaners on both sides to disperse and search for the person.

He then continued, "Mr. and Mrs. Sanding, I hope you will bring us surprises, not shocks."

"Otherwise, it would be very troublesome. I admit I've started to like you guys a little."

"Don't force me to clean you all out while I'm at it, or... destroy this beautiful house!"

With that, the blond cleanser cocked his shotgun, a smile on his face, and walked toward the corridor beside him, in the direction of the safe room...

At this moment, on the second floor of the mansion, one of the cleaners, wearing a black trench coat and carrying a pistol, had arrived at Zoe's bedroom door.

He noticed Henry lying motionless in a pool of blood on the ground, and squatted down with interest to observe how the unfortunate man had died.

At that moment, a figure emerged from the corner of the room and slowly approached...

At the same time, a cleaner wielding two knives and wearing a white dress also arrived at the kitchen on the first floor of the mansion.

She acted as if she were back in her own home, placing a cleaver on the table with her left hand and casually opening the refrigerator.

Just as she took out an apple and closed the refrigerator door, a tall man wearing a white mask appeared beside her, startling the woman in the white dress.

"Oh, you're not one of us? From the Sangding family?"

Before she could finish speaking, the female cleaner unexpectedly stabbed the other man in the abdomen with a knife.

With a "thud," she watched as the blade sank in more than halfway. She quickly retreated behind the table and picked up another machete.

"Sorry! You scared me!"

After apologizing, the woman in the white dress covered her mouth and giggled.

But soon, she stopped laughing.

The figure wearing a white mask slowly pulled the cleaver that had been inserted into his abdomen.

Although there were traces of blood on it, the other party didn't even utter a sound, as if it weren't their own body.

The woman in the white dress was startled, realizing she had encountered a ruthless person.

But she wasn't afraid; on the contrary, she took the initiative to swing her knife at the other person again.

But this time, the other party fought back.

"laugh!"

A flash of silver light appeared in the kitchen, and a stream of liquid gushed out.

The woman in the white dress looked at her empty arms...

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly echoed throughout the entire house.

At the same time, a gunshot rang out from the second floor.

The commotion in these two places also made the blond cleansers, who had just discovered the safe room and were preparing to break down the door with their shotguns, suddenly turn around.

His expression gradually darkened, and he hurried over.

Inside the safe room, hearing footsteps receding outside the door, James and his family quietly moved the obstruction behind the door, preparing to escape.

Once the blond cleaners returned to the lobby, the cleaners who had searched the other rooms on the first floor also gathered here again.

They glanced at the second floor where the fighting was still raging, then headed straight for the kitchen where the screams had come from.

As soon as they entered the kitchen corridor, they saw something being thrown at them.

"Shit!"

After vaguely recognizing what it was, the blond cleaner finished cursing and rushed into the kitchen to fire his gun.

The other cleaners followed suit and opened fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In an instant, throughout the kitchen, window glass shattered and flew everywhere, cabinets were smashed through, and the ceramic bowls and plates inside were damaged. Even the faucet above the sink was hit by a bullet, and the tap water in the pipes, propelled by the water pressure, rushed up to the ceiling and poured down...

At this moment, the blond cleaner stopped firing his gun, while the other cleaners beside him stepped into the kitchen first.

As a result, they saw a headless figure sitting on the table, dressed in a white dress.

This horrifying scene filled the group of young people, who had long been accustomed to finding amusement in cleaning up the poor, with shock and anger.

As they approached the table, a figure that had been crouching behind it suddenly stood up, and a flash of silver light appeared in the kitchen, hitting the bullseye.

The unfortunate man, with a sharp blade embedded in his forehead, struggled to turn around, and in a moment of nerve spasm, the submachine gun in his hand went off accidentally.

A nearby cleaner was riddled with bullets.

"Fire! Fire!"

The remaining cleaners panicked and opened fire on the two figures over there.

Even after they emptied their magazines, the figure standing in the darkness did not fall. Instead, he took the knife from the forehead of the unfortunate man kneeling on the ground and silently walked toward the remaining people in the kitchen.

"No! Shit!"

"Kill him quickly!"

At this point, the group of young cleaners had lost their initial playful attitude.

Now they are the prey, and the hunters are the unkillable monsters.

The day of cleansing has become a lingering nightmare!

The blond cleaner had long since lost his previous perverted appearance. Taking advantage of the fact that the terrifying white mask was killing everyone else in the kitchen, he quietly made his escape, as he was closest to the corridor.

Ultimately, after witnessing a true psychopath, he realized that there was still a gap between himself and that person.

Just as the blond cleaner reached the foyer, he saw several figures about to open the door and escape.

With a "click," the sound of a shotgun being cocked was heard.

The James family, who were about to push open the door and escape, had to stop and turn around.

The blond cleaner looked even more disheveled than he had on the monitor.

He held his gun and approached the family of four across the street step by step.

"Tell me! What is the Sanding family's house?!"

However, this guy didn't notice that there was also a gun barrel sticking out from the railing of the second-floor corridor.

"Bang!"

James pounced instantly, snatched the shotgun from the blond purger's hand, and turned the tables, pointing it at the attacker.

The family of four then looked toward the figure on the second floor who had fired the shot.

The person was leaning against the corridor railing, peering at them through the gap.

It was the same young black man that Charlie had let in earlier, who had escaped into their home.

Judging from the situation, the other party's injuries are more serious.

"James?"

"dad?"

Seeing that the other three people in the house were looking at him, James hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Mary, Charlie, and Zoe reached the second-floor staircase and quickly helped each other down the stairs.

In the lobby on the first floor, the blond cleaner, who had been shot but not fatally, turned pale upon seeing this scene and managed a weak smile:

"Hey, Mr. Sanding, you win!"

"Let me go, I won't tell anyone else your little secret."

James looked at the four people who had already walked outside the door, and just as he turned around to say something to them.

But in the end, he said nothing, just held up his gun and cautiously closed the door.

The blond man getting his hair washed felt a sense of unease and turned away.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing his body and the excruciating pain instantly reached his brain.

"No……"

Michael Miles silently raised his large hand and pinched the blond cleaner's mouth shut, abruptly stopping the screams.

In the courtyard of the mansion, James quickly got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Ignoring the low visibility outside, he turned on the headlights and drove into the fog, relying on his memory of the route...