"You go first. I hear this Haunted House delineates its scenarios into different stages of difficulty. Since it is not often that we get to visit the hardest scenario, I wish to look around some more." Ye Xiaoxin stood inside the director's office.
The noise that came out from the tape recorder grew louder, and some other sounds could be heard within the white noise. It sounded like gasps of air and also crying.
Han Qiuming looked at the time; they still had two minutes left. He did not have time to dawdle. "Okay, you take care of yourself."
Then he turned toward the exit with the recorder. Watching as Han Qiuming's back merged into the darkness, the eyes of Ye Xiaoxin, who had kept her cool throughout, bulged wide. Why is there someone lying on his back‽
