"Whoa, this is really intense," the thrill-seeker exclaimed. "Can you all see this? This must be one of the old buildings from the labor camp. But it looks like something's been pasted over the windows, so we can't see inside."
As Red walked forward, he asked, "Is the little cell where someone was beaten to death the one here?"
"Yeah, it should be on the second floor," the thrill-seeker replied.
Kangkang whimpered. "This is so scary. Are we going inside? Maybe we shouldn't."
Xiao Ye tried to put Kangkang at ease, offering a few words of comfort.
Tyris, on the other hand, was silent.
Red and the thrill-seeker had already reached the door.
Red pulled it open.
The hinges groaned with a heavy scraping sound, and flour-like dust pattered down.
Red coughed a few times and waved the dust away.
"It smells moldy. No one's been here in a long time, huh?" the thrill-seeker narrated. "I also heard something else. After the bones were dug up, the villagers living nearby started hearing noises from around here, like an army of ghosts marching. It was probably the sound of the exiled family walking. A lot of people heard it. The bones were dug up around 2000, and since then, all the people in that village have moved away. The village itself is gone. You've all seen it on the way here—no one lives around here anymore."
Red shone his flashlight into the building.
It was empty inside.
The beam didn't reach the floor, illuminating only the walls. The footage showed nothing but peeling walls and faded propaganda posters.
Red pushed the door open a little farther and stepped inside.
Kangkang clearly didn't want to go in. Terrified, he hung back at the rear, his face crumpled in fear.
The thrill-seeker looked