Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190504055450/@comment-36159587-20190504182422

 The narrator is currently not sure what to narrate--oh wait.

 The entire house was surrounded by [dead] flowers, since there wasn't a fencing to fence in the backyard at all. But wait! Where Whistle was heading, the path of blood went right into the house--but the flowers weren't trampled. In fact, the flowers underneath the blood were alive.

 Not to be repetitive or anything, but that's strange.