Running alone to the third-floor basement, standing inside an enclosed room that looked like a crime scene, being in the company of a strange woman covered in blood—anyone would feel fear being placed in that situation. Wei Jinyuan scratched the back of his neck like it was his habit to do so. His back was soaking wet, and his Adam's apple quivered as cold sweat slithered down his face.
He had been searching for the actors employed at Chen Ge's Haunted House to find out what the secret behind its popularity was, but now that he had run into the real actor, he felt weirdly unsettled and uneasy. For a reason that he could not explain, the woman was standing several meters away from him, but his heart was shaking like a leaf.
