"What happened to her?"
Worried that someone might discover them, Qin Liu lowered her voice as much as possible.
"Why does she look kind of strange?"
The policewoman looked as if she had lost her soul. She simply stared blankly at the floor, and it was impossible to tell whether she was sleeping or doing something else.
But from her disheveled hair and somewhat messy clothes, it was not difficult to tell that her mental state might not be very good.
"Maybe she just got dumped?"
Liu Haoyu walked up to the policewoman.
At that moment, the policewoman also raised her head.
The moment Qin Liu saw her face, she was stunned.
Wasn't this the policewoman who had entered the haunted house with Li Rongjun?
Her name seemed to be Li Suqin.
How had she ended up like this?
The same went for Li Rongjun, that middle-aged police officer. What exactly had happened to the two of them?
Qin Liu could not figure it out, but Liu Haoyu had already more or less guessed what had happened.
The Black Book had been right.
The moment they faced that blood-red iron door, they were doomed to be unable to escape.
Whether it was Old Wang, this policewoman, or even himself, the one thing they all had in common was that blood-red iron door.
As he pondered, Liu Haoyu stepped forward and asked the policewoman,
"Ah, miss, are you all right?"
Perhaps she had heard Liu Haoyu's voice. Li Suqin slowly raised her head and stared at him.
The policewoman's eyes looked as if her soul had been stolen. They were empty and lifeless, like those of a broken doll.
But when she saw what was behind Liu Haoyu, her originally vacant eyes suddenly filled with terror.
She kept backing away, but