Ming Ge could only give up the idea of trying each key in the doors to see if they could be opened.
After all, not all six doors belonged to her; each could be opened three times, and it wouldn't be fair to the other guests if she used up all the chances herself.
Ming Ge put away the keys and, after thinking for a moment, said, "Let's go up and take another look."
Tong Yao nodded and followed.
This time, Ming Ge did not go to the third floor of the castle—each guest could enter only one door per hour, and the time had not yet expired for her and Tong Yao to enter.
Above the third floor, there was another passage.
Leading to the attic.
The attic was stuffy, narrow, and dimly lit, deliberately crafted to exhibit a sense of dilapidation and darkness from years of neglect. The floorboards creaked eerily with a "creak, creak" sound that could set one's teeth on edge, as if at any moment, someone lacking bravery might fall through.
Tong Yao tread cautiously behind Ming Ge.
