In the deathly quiet of the basement level, the approaching footsteps sounded extremely hollow, yet each step was enough to send chills down one's spine.
The footsteps stopped in front of storage room 004, pausing for two seconds before a voice suddenly asked, "Is there... anyone inside?"
Throughout this process, Yan Junze had been fixedly staring at Zhou Dali.
Our comrade Dali opened his mouth, then quickly realized something and hastily closed it again.
The three of them were somewhat puzzled. Listening to the voice, the person outside didn't sound like a ghost, but rather a young man; yet, why wouldn't Yan Junze let them respond?
Although no answer was given, the person outside didn't leave but instead reached out and grabbed the doorknob, giving it a twist.
The door didn't open.
Because inside, Yan Junze was gripping the handle with both hands, preventing it from turning.
