In any case.
Xu Yanxing did not have many choices.
After being sent into this space, only one path remained before him.
The door to the Operating Room was half open.
His legs felt weak, and walking felt like stepping on cotton.
Fortunately, they could still barely support his body.
He pushed the door open.
Beyond the door was not the corridor he had come through, but a bedroom. He instinctively looked back, only to find that the Operating Room had disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a wooden board.
It was the wardrobe inside the bedroom.
He looked just like Old Wang next door, hiding inside the wardrobe—weak and disheveled.
The bedroom had a window.
There was nothing outside it, only a mass of flowing ink-green.
Nothing was visible.
Only an eerie silence flowed through the room.
He left the wardrobe.
On the desk by the window sat an Alarm Clock. Its hands were motionless, with the hour, minute, and second hands all pointing at twelve.
"This isn't that young man's room."
"The interior design is different."
Although he had become an ordinary person, keen observation was an essential quality in the Supernatural Circle.
"This is troublesome."
"That researcher said I'd encounter some strange things here."
"He also told me to learn more from the clever people among ordinary folk."
There were no weapons in the room.
After thinking for a moment,
he picked up the Alarm Clock. It was made of metal, at least, and could serve as a brick in a critical moment.
Other than that,
there was not even a chair in the room.
However, he found another Fountain Pen in the desk drawer. It was quite useful for stabbing people. He had once heard his elders say that most things in Supernatural Space were abnormal.
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