"Bzzzt—"
"Shh... shh-shh..."
"Bzzzt—"
Just after entering the corridor, he saw rows of electrical appliances placed on the ground ahead.
Televisions.
Radios.
Refrigerators.
Electric fans.
They were all outdated models. There was even a nine-inch black-and-white television.
All the appliances were switched on.
There were clearly no power cords, and no one knew where the electricity came from.
The fans creaked as they swayed, the televisions crackled with static, and the radios hissed as they failed to pick up any channels. The sounds blended together into an irritating din.
"Just like Miao Yi said."
"This place is full of appliances, and every one of them has a problem."
Jiang Qiao walked forward.
Bang!
He smashed a radio.
There was neither a circuit board nor any wiring inside its casing. It was nothing but an empty shell.
Bang!
Another television shattered.
This time, there was something inside the casing: a pile of sludge that looked as though it had just been dug out of a foul-smelling ditch.
"What a disgusting thing."
Jiang Qiao did not continue destroying them.
Ignoring the appliances, he walked deeper into the corridor.
Spatial Distortion.
One step covered a hundred meters.
He soon advanced deep into the corridor.
"Bzzzt... hee-hee-hee, welcome to the midnight news. I'm your host, Jiji."
Suddenly.
On a television screen.
The static flickered several times, and a normal image appeared.
A news studio.
A female corpse wearing a tattered business suit.
Her eyes were blank.
Yet the corners of her mouth were pulled into a smile, as if a brace had been fitted inside the corpse's mouth to force it into that expression.
"Jiji?"
"I think you're a damn—"
Jiang Qiao kicked it, putting it out of commission on the spot.
He was very fast.
Along the way, he also encountered several supernatural