Right after that, we heard a knock on the door.
The old man was clearly frightened.
I was a little exasperated. The old man was also imprisoned here, and he had even said that he was some kind of ancient monster, yet he was still so timid.
I walked over and opened the door.
It was the middle-aged man. He had a smile at the corner of his mouth, but that smile made goosebumps rise all over my body.
"Did I scare you?"
"What do you think?" I said irritably, then glanced at the old man. The old man was clearly angry too. He said to the middle-aged man, "People can be scared to death by other people."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly. "How about this? I only wanted to talk to you. I just didn't expect you to get frightened. Sorry, sorry."
I asked him, "What do you want to talk about?"
"It's just been a long time since I had anyone to talk to. I wanted to find someone to chat with." The middle-aged man gave a sinister smile.
The old man pointed at the television. "Even if you wanted someone to talk to, you didn't have to do it like this, did you? In the middle of the night, the TV turned on by itself and showed something like that."
The middle-aged man's gaze shifted from the old man to my face. "Can you talk with me?"
I narrowed my eyes. He probably wanted more than just someone to talk to, didn't he? He likely had something else to say.
The old man snorted. "I'm sleepy. If you want to talk, go outside."
With that, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
I smiled helplessly. When the old man threw a tantrum, he really