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Because the basement staircase had not been fitted with handrails, Yan Junze, standing on the staircase, only had to look up to see the ground level of the first floor parallel to his gaze.
At that moment, a pair of white ladies' shoes stood on the ground near the stairs, toes pointing in the direction of the stairs he was on, one end of a dirtied rope dragging on the ground, the other end extending upwards.
From this angle, Yan Junze couldn't see where the other end of the rope was.
However, he could imagine that if the woman were facing the staircase where he stood, the other end of the rope might be wrapped around her neck this very moment.
Yan Junze remembered that the task had mentioned the woman felt a soreness and pain in her neck, requesting help to loosen it.
Now that Ye Zhennan's ghost stood before him, the likelihood of her having hung herself in the basement seemed very small.
