"That's dangerous."
"Why did the weather suddenly change?"
Lin Qingwei felt frustrated, but there was nothing he could do. He could only wait helplessly for rescue.
However, just then.
Suddenly.
He heard a faint "ding-dong" from the other end of the corridor, like the chime announcing that an elevator had reached a floor.
"Hm?"
"The elevator is still running?"
Lin Qingwei froze for a moment, then grew wary.
Although the hotel might have emergency power from a generator or something similar, the sickly green glow of the emergency lights in the corridor—greener than a green hat—made it clear that something was wrong with the electronic equipment.
The elevator was running.
Perhaps ordinary people were going up and down.
But it was also possible that a Vicious Ghost had taken the elevator to this floor.
This was only the third floor.
It wasn't high.
It would take a Vicious Ghost no effort at all to come up.
"No one?"
He pressed his ear against the door and listened carefully. After the elevator chime rang, he indeed heard the sound of its doors opening.
Then...
Nothing followed.
He heard neither voices nor footsteps.
It was very quiet.
After quite some time.
Just as Lin Qingwei was losing patience and preparing to move his ear away from the Door Panel, a rustling sound came from the corridor, as if someone were dragging a plastic bag.
Judging from the sound, the bag seemed quite heavy.
For no apparent reason.
Some instinct told him.
This wasn't an ordinary bag. There might even be a corpse inside.
The sound came closer.
Soon, it reached the door.
But it did not stop.
It continued forward, seemingly heading toward the elevator hall.
Lin Qingwei's expression turned solemn.
He cautiously removed his ear from the Door Panel. After a