The door was pushed open. It was dark inside without any light.
There was only a faint light from the open curtains. It was quiet and strange.
An inexplicable sense of fear filled the entire room. Every inch of the room seemed to be filled with a chill that could make one's hair stand on end. The chill was not from the temperature, but from the fear that could make one's pores close suddenly even in the middle of summer when one was covered in sweat. One would hold their head and lie on the ground, enduring extreme torture, but not dare to make a sound.
Lu Xin strolled around the room slowly. It was a two-bedroom, one-living room. The ceiling was a little low, and there was a television, sofa, and a table of food. Everything was kept very clean, and the room was quite large, so it looked a little empty and deserted.
"There's no power outage in this apartment, so you can turn on the lights!"
Han Bing's voice rang out in the comms channel, reminding Lu Xin.
