His Promise

"This time, the clerk's death is inevitable. Do not go to the Ninth Floor.

Our path to survival was wrong. One of you has a Number Card with '3.'

The Calendar's exact date is 12.13.

—Ji Li."

Though only two simple sentences, the wording was enough to reveal just how urgent the sender's situation was.

Holding Wen He's phone, Li Yi merely glanced at the text before putting it away.

His gaze remained calm and unruffled, as though he had never seen it.

At that very moment, he stood before the door to the Ninth Floor.

Chen Jie looked at the door before her, and an inexplicable anxiety rose within her.

It was as though, once this door was opened, everything behind it would explain all her doubts, while the long-delayed crisis would finally arrive as well.

Ten minutes earlier.

After waiting bitterly on the Fifth Floor for a long time, they had finally witnessed the ghost seize the corpse.

Guo Liang's corpse had been left there for quite some time when a violent gust suddenly swept through, stirring up the dust on the floor into a cloud of gray mist.

Then, the corpse vanished before their eyes.

After searching upstairs and downstairs several times, they finally found a drop of smeared blood on the Ninth Floor's stairwell door.

Such a simple, obvious clue made it seem as though the ghost had not tried to conceal where it had hidden the corpse at all.

Li Yi silently watched the drop of blood on the door, repeatedly weighing both sides of a plan in his mind.

After a long silence, he was the first to speak, asking Chen Jie:

"Tell me, what is behind the door?"

This was not the first time he had asked that same question.

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