The door latch, emitting a musty and moldy smell, fell to the floor.
The carved wooden door was now passable.
Lu Li grasped the doorknob and gently pulled. The bottom of the wooden door scraped against the floor, revealing a crack.
A pair of deep black eyes peered through the gap, looking outside.
The dark wooden corridor was filled with a fishy smell from the sea breeze, several times stronger than during the day, wafting from the other end of the corridor. The oil lamps on the walls swayed in the wind, casting a faint black glow.
Is this a cabin hallway?
The gap in the door widened, and Lu Li poked his head outside. There was no one in the corridor, and the sea breeze carried indistinguishable noises of clutter.
Lu Li hid behind the door and observed for a few minutes; there were no signs of anyone appearing in the corridor.
He turned his head to look at the morgue, which had now quieted down, clutched the crowbar, and sidled out of the door.
