She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 425: Abandoned Building

Chapter 425: Abandoned Building

After a considerable effort, Cheyenne made her way through the dense patch of grass and arrived at the entrance of the abandoned building.

The wooden door still had half a faded poster on it.

A gust of wind blew, causing the partially torn poster to make an eerie rustling sound. Even during the day, there was a chilling aura emanating from behind.

Not to mention the constant worry of poisonous snakes lurking around.

Creak!

Suddenly, a sound of something tearing apart reached her ears, and the partially opened wooden door slowly swung open. The scene inside the house gradually became visible.

Empty and desolate, with black walls on all sides and spider webs filling the whole room. There was nothing else to be seen.

Cheyenne clutched her arms tightly, her face instantly turning pale... Could it be a ghost?

She was certain that she was the only person around. Who opened the door then?

Just as she was allowing her uncontrolled thoughts to imagine what a female ghost might look like, a small black head poked out from behind the door.

Chance had some grayish-white spider webs stuck to its fur. Its two slender paws stood on the doorframe as its watery eyes stared at Cheyenne.

Turns out, it was Chance who opened the door. It genuinely frightened her.

With lingering fear, Cheyenne patted her chest and followed Chance into the house.

The building had three stories in total, and the roof had some leakage. It had rained last night, and the accumulated rainwater seeped through the cracks in the walls, forming a small puddle on the floor. A blood-red puddle.

She glanced at it briefly and looked away.

The wooden stairs were connected, but due to years of abandonment, the boards were somewhat rotten and covered in dust.

She clearly saw three sets of footprints on the stairs.

One large, one small, and one in the shape of a plum blossom.

Those were Chance's pawprints.

She immediately took out her phone, snapped a photo of the footprints, and sent it to Gordon.

"Woof..."

Suddenly, Chance let out a bark. It had somehow made its way to the second floor.

After sending the location, Cheyenne cautiously walked along the wall to the second floor, afraid of disturbing any evidence.

The scene on the second floor truly shocked her. The mottled walls hung various black instruments of torture, giving the impression of walking into a torture chamber filled with a chilling atmosphere.

In the center stood a rectangular table covered with a white cloth, stained with dark, aged blood, as well as scattered hammers, nails, and other items strewn about.

A white skeleton hung from the ceiling lamp, and a skinned wild cat lay nearby... The flesh had dried and turned black, but the round cat eyes still looked relatively fresh. But they had lost their luster.

The entire second floor emitted a putrid smell of decay and a heavy atmosphere of dust. Cheyenne covered her nose with her hand and walked towards the window.

Upon opening it, she was met with a densely packed cemetery behind the building!

There were still some partially decomposed bodies randomly discarded among the trees. Human and animal skeletons hung from the branches.

The scene was bloody and horrifying.

Boom!

A gust of foul-smelling wind blew, slamming the door shut, causing the light inside the room to dim slightly. The wind made the overhead chandelier sway, emitting a faint creaking sound. The white skeleton hanging from it seemed to be swinging in Cheyenne's direction.

"Woof woof woof!"

Chance's bark began to sound urgent and loud, as if it had been startled by something. In this extremely quiet environment, it seemed particularly eerie.

"Chance, Chance! Where are you?"

Cheyenne called out anxiously. Just as the white bone nearly hit her, she quickly pulled her foot back.

Bang!

The skeleton fell right where her foot had been. She cautiously looked at the table below and found a beautiful earring with a blue gemstone inlaid on it. The earring even seemed somewhat familiar.

She picked it up, examined it in her palm, and pocketed it.

"Woof!"

Chance's fur stood on end, baring its teeth as it barked furiously at the nearby door. Cheyenne felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

Already frightened, she was even more startled due to Chance's unusual behavior.

Cheyenne couldn't help but take a deep breath and comfort herself in her mind that there were no ghosts in this world. Those who claimed to be ghosts were just playing tricks.

Summoning her courage, she placed her hand on the doorknob, closed her eyes, and silently counted to three.

But just as she reached two, the door was suddenly slammed open by an external force. She, who was behind the door, was almost pushed over but managed to grab hold of something on the side just in time However, when Cheyenne saw what was in her hand - a severed cat tail - she felt a thorn-like sensation in her throat. She couldn't say a word, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

She quickly retracted her hand, which had a black cat hair stuck to it. It was so filthy!

She disgustedly picked up a corner of her clothes to wipe her palm. "Whoever did this is such a pervert."

To actually cut off a perfectly fine cat's tail and hang it here, naturally drying it like dried meat.

Meanwhile, a surprised voice came from the open doorway. "Miss Lawrence?"

Cheyenne looked over and saw Gordon, dressed in casual clothes, standing there with an assistant.

Chance, who had just calmed down, ran back and lowered its body, glaring at Gordon in a defensive stance.

It turned out that Chance had heard their voices, which set it off.

Cheyenne had been truly scared just now.

"Mr. Murillo, you finally arrived."

With the arrival of two more people, Cheyenne's sense of fear slightly eased.

Gordon scratched the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. A hint of blush appeared on his resolute and handsome face. "I apologize for scaring you earlier."

After receiving the photos and location that Cheyenne had sent, he immediately brought his assistant to the scene.

However, when they arrived at the door, they didn't see her. Only when they saw the extra set of footprints on the stairs did they think something had happened to Cheyenne. They assumed that there were other dangerous individuals hiding upstairs, so they proceeded cautiously, preparing to strike a fatal blow to the perpetrators.

They never expected that they would be first discovered by a small dog.

It turned into a big misunderstanding.

Fortunately, Miss Lawrence didn't mind. She only asked him to buy chicken legs for Chance to soothe it.

Gordon gladly accepted the task and smiled at her with his white teeth. "That's no problem!"

"Alright, let's focus on the case now."

Cheyenne handed over the photos she had taken and the evidence she had found to Gordon. Her intuition told her that the breakthrough point of the case was probably this earring.