The sound of the dripping water seemed to come from the ceiling.

Tian Zhen raised his head and saw that there were indeed water drops on the ceiling, falling on the ground, and it was bright red.

Blood? Is the ceiling bleeding?

Tian Zhen put his phone aside, then held the flashlight in one hand and grabbed the fruit knife in the other.

He was not sure how those ubiquitous people would communicate with him.

Just as he put down his phone, the noisy sound suddenly disappeared.

The glowing mobile phone screen flashed a few times, and then suddenly a sound of a child singing came from the phone.

It sounds like a simple nursery rhyme.

Tian Zhen has heard of it before, but he is very sure that he has never downloaded this nursery rhyme on his phone!

He suddenly remembered what the old man in his hometown said before:

"The nursery rhymes cannot be sung in the middle of the night, and the nursery rhymes in the middle of the night are for them to listen to."

Accompanied by nursery rhymes, a few words were quickly entered on the SMS interface of the mobile phone:
Chapter completed!