The door to the film-developing darkroom was pushed open, and a wisp of dark red light seeped out from within.
Mei Sheng covered most of her face, using her exposed eyes to examine this small room of barely ten square meters.
Inside the darkroom, there was only a safelight overhead, casting a bewitching yet eerie glow.
On the workbench against the south wall, the developing equipment for processing photographs was covered by a sheet of black velvet cloth.
At the same time, quite a number of photographs hung from clips on a line along the wall.
This was Mei Sheng's first encounter with such things, so she could not make much sense of them. After confirming there was nothing suspicious inside, she entered the room.
The three people behind her, covered in bedsheets, followed her in and shut the darkroom's Safe Door tightly.
It was clear that the owner valued this darkroom greatly, having deliberately replaced its door with a heavy metal Safe Door.
After entering, Qiu Zheyan removed the bedsheet, drew a deep breath, and looked around.
Other than film enthusiasts, ordinary people rarely had the chance to encounter a darkroom like this, so he found himself staring at it in fascination.
But this was not the time for sightseeing. After giving the room a quick look-over, he turned his gaze toward the Safe Door behind him.
He felt that this heavy metal door had turned the entire room into a sealed chamber, giving him a profound sense of security.
Dai Yingqi, however, did not see it that way at all. He too looked at the door and muttered softly:
"This door is so hard to open. If a ghost attacks, escaping will come at no small cost..."
The room was too small; everyone could hear even the faintest