Like many others, Mei Sheng's past could not be investigated, but she was clearly the one most deeply affected by it.
What kind of past could have turned such a beautiful woman into someone numb and rigid as a ghost?
She never spoke of these things herself, so no one could understand them.
Yet it was precisely this temperament that gave Mei Sheng the advantage of knowing no fear and remaining exceptionally calm.
But even she could not help changing expression when she peered through the hole and saw the scene inside Room 101.
What exactly had Lan Yu experienced during those nearly twenty missing minutes...?
Mei Sheng could guess part of it. The scene before her looked very much as though Lan Yu had been possessed by a ghost and had already been killed.
Without question, Lan Yu's personal incident was connected to the possessing ghost, and the Supernatural Room was the dilapidated Room 101.
The creaking had stopped, but the rain pounding against the blue bricks was deafening.
Mei Sheng watched helplessly as "Lan Yu" slowly raised the head in his hand, aligning it with his visibly thinner neck as though preparing to put it back in place.
Her gaze shifted with the changing light. Her fair hand rested against the damp wall, secretly applying pressure as she pondered.
Lan Yu was dead, and the cause was likely the revival of his incident.
Judging from the "corpse," he had put up no resistance when the incident occurred. The clearest evidence was his hands.
Lan Yu was a very presentable, even elegant man. His skin had always been clean, and his hands were his most attractive feature—slender fingers, spotless gaps between them. Even now, they remained so.
But if he had struggled even the slightest bit before dying, there