Someone speaking means there is someone behind the door.
Of course, that's a moot point.
Yi Lin slowly raised his head.
——Because his neck was sore.
A sign was nailed to the door.
It had writing on it.
Yi Lin took 5 seconds to make out the letters before the pain in his neck became too much to bear, and he finally made out the words.
Presbyopia combined with cervical spine disease, truly unpleasant.
"Edward Nigma."
The door wasn't closed tightly.
After pondering for a few seconds and rubbing his neck, Yi Lin pushed the door open and entered.
The room's furnishings were simple: a bed, a low table, an LCD TV hanging on the wall—turned off.
In the corner leaned a cane and a black umbrella covered in dust, apparently unused for some time.
"Damn cheat, you're cheating!"
"Fat Goose, quit your damn nonsense. I may seem to be cheating on the surface, but in actuality, I'm seeking the truth, who am I?"
"You damn... you believe I won't poison you?"
"You dare?"
