"Mr. Bai is on the first floor, the Red Specter is on the second floor, and a bunch of invisible monsters are on the third floor. What will be on the fourth floor?" Chen Ge stood in the corridor alone, not daring to breathe too loudly. His pupils narrowed to a point, and the muscles all over his body were tense. "Since I'm already here, might as well take a look around."
Moving his feet, Chen Ge's body was slowly swallowed by the darkness. In the dim corridor, the only light source came from the elevator's panel. The red number was like a smiling face carved out by a knife. It could not heal, and the painful smile had to be maintained forever.
Creak…
After walking for a while, Chen Ge discovered another room related to art—the model storage room. The door of this room had been left ajar. It felt like someone was hiding behind the door, spying on the corridor. Chen Ge slowly pushed the wooden door open. The room that he was greeted by was rather strange.
