The ghosts on the screen inside the mini theater started to flicker, and the crying moved from inside the screen to outside like it was hiding among the visitors. The already dim lights began to flicker, and the seats were shaking. Even the floor itself started to spin, and a little girl's laughter appeared in the speakers. A woman's crying, a little girl's laughter, and the worker hiding behind the chair—this theoretically simplest scenario had three 'ghosts'.
"We should leave now." Chen Ge's gaze moved away from the movie posters. He had already determined what his future occupation should be.
"No." The man who had the police role denied Chen Ge's suggestion. From the cold sweat on his forehead, it was clear that he was afraid.
