On the fifth-floor corridor.
"The Evil Spirits and supernatural phenomena are much less common than before."
"We've come all this way without encountering a single abnormality. What exactly did that person do deep in the corridor?"
"I feel that the gloomy, ominous aura from before has weakened considerably."
The short-haired woman frowned.
Their journey had been unusually smooth, and they had not encountered a single abnormality.
Although supernatural events were not everywhere in the depths of the corridor, and it was occasionally possible to make it through safely.
"But this is the first time we've encountered a situation like today, where the supernatural aura all around us has noticeably faded."
"Don't let your guard down."
Dong Qiwei gazed deeply at the rooms lining both sides of the corridor.
"The safer a place appears, the more likely it is to hide unimaginable danger."
"Have you noticed?"
"We've walked quite a long distance, yet the surroundings look exactly the same as they did a month ago. The environment in the depths of the corridor is supposed to change, but we haven't seen a single change this time."
"This isn't normal."
As he spoke, he pointed at the lighting fixtures on the ceiling.
"I don't know whether you paid attention to the design of these lights before. They all look the same, so few people would bother observing their details."
"Even if they had, they would probably forget after enough time passed without any changes."
"Fortunately."
"I not only observed them, but I also remembered them."
"So..."
"Have you noticed that there are some faint scuff marks around the edges of the lights, as if someone had rubbed them with sandpaper?"
Huh?
The others froze for a moment.
After hearing that, they instinctively raised their heads to look at the lights.
Soon.
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