The crossroads.
Because the wall plaster had peeled away, it had become completely unrecognizable.
The doors on both sides also revealed their true appearance. They had been made by covering battered coffin boards with several pieces of completely peeled human skin.
The skin had been treated well enough that the outlines of noses and eyes remained.
And across that layer of skin.
Layer after layer of congealed red blood had been smeared into one number after another: "003." They looked ferocious and glaring.
"Huh?"
"It wasn't hidden?"
After reaching the crossroads, Jiang Qiao swept his gaze around and quickly spotted the room marked "002." Aside from the number, it was no different from the other rooms.
But it still left Jiang Qiao somewhat stunned.
He had already prepared himself for Room Number Two not to appear, or for the hotel to have hidden it away.
Yet after coming here, it had actually been placed right in front of him so openly.
"I see."
Jiang Qiao's eyes shifted as he looked at the surrounding walls.
He immediately understood why.
Under the influence of that eerie flute music, the corridor had undergone some kind of awakening and revealed its true appearance.
And the place where this room was located had originally looked like "002," so it had naturally manifested here. The thing hiding in the dark probably hadn't expected Jiang Qiao to run this way.
After all, even those old hands who had lived in the corridor for many years knew nothing about the secret of Room Number Two.
How could an Awakened who had just come upstairs, like Jiang Qiao, know about it?
By the time the other party realized something was wrong, it was already too late. Jiang Qiao had rushed straight here and successfully stumbled upon this special guest