Su Bai stepped forward and observed the dense water drops on the window. He knew well that it couldn’t be Director Zhou’s AC; it was because…
Nona…
…had already gotten to him.
It seemed that such cold was not from the ice locker any more; rather, Nona herself was giving off coldness constantly, which was even more horrifying than one could imagine. Besides, according to the usual practice of this Dreadful Radio, a supernatural being would be enhanced and become even more creepy than it was in the reality. Like those paper men from his last task— they became something like a bug in the story, against which only people like Childe Hai could last for a little while and other audiences were killed on the site.
“The door’s locked from inside. Director! Zhou!”
Fat Dong called out.
Su Bai was standing beside him; he said nothing, just kicked hard on the door. But the door remained unmoved while Su Bai bounced backward and leaned onto the handrail.
“The door’s frozen.”
