The Mysterious Room

At the elevator.

Zhu Zhongwen had likewise lost contact with the others.

However, as an old hand in the Supernatural Circle, he was much more composed than the panicked Lin Rui.

Though he was somewhat nervous as well.

That nervousness did not affect his rational and calm judgment.

Everyone struggling in the Supernatural World needed to understand one principle: fear was unavoidable, so they had to learn to let fear coexist with calm.

Those who could not do so could only wait for death.

The corridor was somewhat dim. On the wall directly opposite the elevator was a scarlet number, "18," representing the floor.

Beneath the number was a tattered sheet of A4 paper.

Looking closer, he discovered that it was a missing-person notice:

"Luo Tao, male, age twenty-seven, height 1.8 meters, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt on top, blue jeans below, and black sneakers... Anyone with information, please contact Ms. Liu. A generous reward is guaranteed."

A phone number was left at the bottom of the notice, but it was obviously wrong at a glance.

A normal number had eleven digits, but this one had only ten.

He did not know whether a digit had been left out when it was written down, or whether the owner of this phone was simply not a normal person.

"Something's strange."

"There's no photograph or detailed description on the missing-person notice. What the hell are they supposed to find? With those clothes and that height, they could find a hundred people like that on the street in an hour."

Zhu Zhongwen cursed inwardly, but still committed the phone number to memory.

He walked forward a few steps.

He found bloodstains and marks gouged out by fingers on the wall. It seemed that someone had once struggled to escape the corridor, only to