The corridors of the East District Investigative Bureau were a labyrinthine web, and each department emitted an eerie aura.
The sound of chanting scriptures, humming nursery rhymes, gasping from the broadcast, and the intermittent footsteps made the building seem less like a place for investigators to work and more like a nest of ghosts.
The portraits on the walls had eyes that moved, licking their lips as they watched every passerby.
"Is this what they call a ghost story game?" Initially, Li Lin didn't believe in the existence of these things, but once he truly found himself caught in a ghost story, the intense feelings of crisis, fear, and helplessness wrapped around his heart and soul like chains, impossible to escape.
Moving carefully through the safety corridors, Li Lin smelled a faint scent of blood. He turned his back to Su Mo and raised his hand, gesturing for him to stop advancing.
