I thought I'd run into a ghost, but there was no ghostly aura in the corridor.
The singing came and went, and whoever was singing sounded distracted.
I tiptoed into the corridor, held my breath, and slowly edged toward the door spilling light.
Horror movies often had scenes like this. The ghost was either inside the room or behind the protagonist, reaching out to tap them on the shoulder while they peeked through the door.
I looked around.
Unless the ghost appeared right in front of me, it couldn't just pop up out of nowhere. There was no way to guard against that, so wasting energy and splitting my attention was pointless.
I had reached the crack beneath the door.
The light spilling through it was white, like the glow of an incandescent bulb. But judging by its intensity, it might have been coming from a desk lamp.
I leaned toward the crack. I didn't see anyone, only a desk.
I'd checked earlier: this floor housed the emergency surgery ward, and this room was the doctors' office. A doctor's nameplate was posted beside the door. The doctor who worked here was called Doctor Luo Youquan.
I hadn't seen anyone at first, but the singing in the room hadn't stopped, so I shifted my angle a little.
After a few tries, I finally caught sight of the person in the room.
He seemed to be a person. I saw his shadow. He had his back to me and was looking for something in a cabinet. After a while, he turned around and walked toward the desk.
That gave me a clear look at him.
He was a young man, in his twenties, wearing glasses. He looked refined, but his expression was lazy, with a hint of nonchalance.
He shuffled along as