"Boss! Mr. Han! Look behind us!" Xiao Du ran to the rest of the group. He gasped for air, and his face was white.
"Behind us?" Guo Miao looked behind them, and the long corridor did not have anything weird in it.
"The mannequins! The mannequins are chasing after us!" The scream from Xiao Du caused the group, which had walked several meters into the Third Sick Hall, to stop moving again.
"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Song An asked Xiao Du softly as his body moved closer to Guo Miao.
"I'm sure! They really did move!" Xiao Du gasped for air. "Come take a look for yourself. Those mannequins were at the end of the left corridor earlier, right? But now, they've reached the point between the two scenarios!"
