The complicated pattern moved on the walls, and the dark window was gently pulled up by Chen Ge. A chilling draft rushed into the room. Chen Ge narrowed his eyes, and the muscles of his back tightened as he continued to push the window up.
"There is something hidden in this scenario!" Chen Ge was very familiar with this feeling. His pupils slowly narrowed as he assessed the new scenario before him. On the other side of the window was a Japanese-style room, with Japanese furniture and décor. However, what caught Chen Ge's attention was not that but the walls. All four walls were covered with handprints. The light hanging from the ceiling flickered. Underneath the boxed light, there scattered the dead bodies of moths, and around them were traces of wax. It was as if someone had stood under the lamp and used a candle to slowly burn the wings of the moths one by one.
