"The stairwell is very quiet. Nothing seems out of place, except it smells a little—like there's dog poop..."
"Yuck, it's not dog poop!"
As he climbed the stairs, Lu Xin spoke softly. He had now officially begun handling incidents on his own, so he had been granted greater authority and received quite a bit of upgraded equipment. Not only had he changed into a protective suit specially sent by the Main City, made from a lightweight, highly resilient black material of unknown composition, but the suit also came equipped with a tiny camera.
The camera could transmit the images he saw in real time to the display in the office where Han Bing was stationed.
However, because of the lighting or the area being filmed, there were still some things he needed to explain in a low voice.
Han Bing answered all his questions over the channel at just the right moments.
When he mentioned dog poop, she said, "Be careful not to step in it..."
When he said the next sentence, she also gave a little "yuck" and said, "What a lack of public decency."
Speaking cautiously like this, Lu Xin gradually made his way upstairs. He also began to sense a chilling presence, a prickling sensation as if someone were blowing cold air against the back of his neck. Yet it was not simply cold. It was a feeling of panic.
The feeling grew stronger with every beat of his heart, as if it might overwhelm him at any moment.
"I can indeed feel a certain sense of fear, but I can't see anything specific around me. It's like a pure feeling of fear. Like how, sometimes, you suddenly feel afraid at home for no reason at all. You simply can't bear to stay there alone anymore and