Perhaps because they had put some distance between them, Yang Xiao no longer heard the footsteps of the other party. He could only slowly follow the direction in which the footsteps had last faded away; that was another corridor, a region Yang Xiao had not yet searched.
At the same time, he did not forget his most crucial task—to find the rag doll's body, to search for rooms along the corridor where the body might be hidden.
Staying close to the left wall, Yang Xiao mimicked the "bad" entity's posture, treading very lightly, his right hand clutching the kitchen knife tightly.
Passing by many departments and some strange rooms along the way, soon, Yang Xiao stopped in his tracks, deep in thought as he stared at the room before him.
It was a door painted sky blue, very wide, of the double-opening kind, and it looked very solid. Having come this far, this was the first time he had seen such a style of door. Of course, what most drew his attention was the sign hanging on the door:
