Chang Sheng took the last drag of his cigarette, tossed it at his feet, and ground it out. Then he clapped his hands and stood up.
"Seven or eight isn't a hard choice. We can only pick seven."
At this, Li Guanqi glanced at Wang Da Chui, who stood there blankly, and squeezed his jacket pocket with his only remaining hand, his left. Inside was half a sheet of scrap paper bearing the clue "eight."
But clearly, this "eight" was not meant to be used to find their way back to the old world.
That was what the bookmark clue Fang Shenyan had obtained indicated: "See Seven, No Taboo; See Eight, Then Chaos."
What they had used to awaken these ten doors was "chaos"—the Tape Recorder. So "eight" was the means of opening the passage, not the key to choosing an entrance.
Wang Da Chui had probably left the clue "eight" because, while under Chen Ping's control, he had sensed her origin or true nature, which corresponded to the Eighth Door.
"The question is, if we choose seven, which one is seven?"
Chang Sheng began pacing around the Eyeball Space, passing each of the unnumbered blood doors in turn before finally stopping in front of one.
After pondering for a moment, he turned toward Fang Shenyan and Li Guanqi with a very strange grin and said mysteriously:
"There are too many choices. We'll just have to try them one by one."
Li Guanqi's brow furrowed sharply. From Chang Sheng's smile, he seemed to have guessed something, and his eyes began to flicker.
Fang Shenyan turned toward the figure who could do nothing but stand there and said expressionlessly:
"One arm will be enough."
Chang Sheng grunted through his teeth, drew a sharp short knife from behind his back, and walked