68. Come Back Home

"Welcome Home!" Dad shouted, unlocking the house's security alarm.

I laughed at some of the traps I had memorized by heart.

I thought Dad had given up his habit of experimenting, but he hasn't.

I stepped in my dad's footsteps because if I hadn't, I would have stuck to the glue on the very sticky floor. My memory immediately floats back to when Gab was trapped there. Poor boy.

"Don't touch anything before I finish entering the password!" Dad ordered.

I nodded and took a deep breath. What if a good person wants to visit? It's quite dangerous.

"Well, hasn't the manager of this estate changed and tightened security? Why are you still doing this?" I asked as soon as we entered the house.

"Unlucky days aren't on the calendar; didn't you know that?" said Dad casually.

I nodded reluctantly. Yeah, that's true... It's just that this is a bit excessive.

I roamed my eyes all over the house. The home still looks and feels the same as it did the last time I set foot here. And it immediately reminde