The rain fell on it, washing down some blood and flesh.
The Chainsaw Man looked up, gazing at each floor of the hotel.
The pickup truck's windshield wipers were still moving.
After watching for a few minutes, the Chainsaw Man climbed into the vehicle, retrieved the chainsaw, then slammed the door shut and headed toward the hotel entrance.
The doorman, dozing off, glanced at the Chainsaw Man without trying to stop him.
The Chainsaw Man walked through the lobby and entered the elevator.
Behind it trailed a line of footprints stained with blood and mud.
...
Ding dong! Ding dong!
The doorbell rang.
Xia Hongyao, curled up on the sofa, looked back, got up, put on her shoes, and walked to the door.
"Another clown?"
Xia Hongyao glanced at her watch.
At this hour, it couldn't be hotel staff.
