Dai Song didn't reply, but Zhou Donghe sent a second message asking if he was safe.
Xu Huo ignored the message and flipped through the brochure at the desk.
He didn't know exactly how many players hadn't found a room, but judging by the racket outside earlier, there had to be at least dozens wandering around. After twenty minutes, all the voices had vanished.
The restaurant that unfolded at night covered a large area. Without a room, it was best to find somewhere to hide, whether to avoid unforeseen dangers or for some other reason.
Silence engulfed the entire space. For a while, even the room felt oppressively quiet.
About ten minutes later, regular thump, thump sounds came from one end of the corridor. From a distance, they sounded like a racket hitting the ground. Each impact was about five seconds apart, and the thing making them didn't move far. It paused outside Xu Huo's door, then headed toward the area directly opposite the main entrance.
Directly across from Xu Huo's room was the Warehouse. Corridors extended to the left and right. The left corridor led toward the restaurant; he didn't know what lay to the right. The Warehouse in front, however, was much more spacious than the corridor on the right.
Soon, Xu Huo heard the sound moving back and forth inside the Warehouse. Whenever it reached a spot where crates were stacked, it shifted slightly. It seemed like a person walking normally and going around obstacles, yet there were no footsteps at all.
Perhaps the Warehouse was simply too large. The back-and-forth sounds continued for nearly ten minutes. Just as the players in their rooms were growing bored after their initial nervous vigilance, a scream suddenly rang out from one corner of the Warehouse. It cut off halfway