"This place is far too sinister."
"It isn't suitable for anyone else to enter. I'll just take my time looking around by myself."
He followed the corridor to the end.
Jiang Qiao stepped up the stairs one step at a time and soon reached the floor above.
It was a quiet passage paved with enormous stone slabs. There were no decorations anywhere, and its style looked extremely rough and rugged.
On either side of the passage was a row of rust-covered iron doors.
All the iron doors had already been opened, revealing the individual little rooms inside.
At a glance.
This place was a prison.
"There are even prison cells in a restaurant?" Jiang Qiao asked in surprise.
But he soon remembered some of the information the Old Woman had hinted at in her words earlier. She seemed to have been imprisoned in the Red Moon Restaurant with some others for many years.
"Were they locked up here?"
Almost instinctively.
Jiang Qiao turned his head and glanced back.
"Hm?"
He froze for a moment.
The stairs he had just come up had vanished behind him, replaced by nothing but a solid wall.
"Just like the Weird Tales Inn?"
He frowned.
He remembered that when he had gone from the Fourth Floor to the fifth floor of the inn, it had been the same.
As soon as he entered the fifth floor, the stairway had disappeared.
He walked back a few steps.
Jiang Qiao reached out and touched the stone wall... It was cold and damp, with a strange slickness. It didn't feel like stone. It was somewhat like touching a bone that had just been stripped of its flesh.
However.
Once his palm had fully touched the stone wall, the outline of a door silently appeared on it.
It was