"Hey, what's wrong with Nantian?" Bian Sijun whispered to Han Ji.
Han Ji remained calm. "I don't know. Maybe he didn't notice."
She felt uneasy, so uneasy that she had begun to imagine things. She took a careful look around.
The director had already crawled out of the hole, and the others were walking forward in a line. It wasn't Han Ji's turn yet.
Han Ji was still within the hotel grounds, and all she could see was the hotel in the darkness. Quite a few people had stayed behind inside, with the lights on, but they did little to make the place feel warm. The cold wind howled, and snow drifted down from the sky. Han Ji couldn't help shivering.
She had begun to suspect that some unclean thing had latched onto her.
One by one, they crawled through the hole. When Han Ji finally made it through, she found that the air outside the hotel grounds was actually warmer than it had been inside.
"Why aren't we using the gate? There is one, isn't there?" Han Ji brushed the snow off her shoulders and complained for the sake of making conversation.
The snow was a mess of dirty footprints.
The gate in the fence was just a short distance away, and that area was spotless. The gate alone seemed to have been painted with something dark and black. On either side stood untended trees, forming a natural barrier that blocked the fence. Along the whole perimeter, the only gap was the one they had just passed through.
"Looks like they couldn't find the key," Bian Sijun explained, though she sounded uncertain.
There were people behind them, too, and they were complaining as well. I even heard the director's name. From the looks of it, they were grumbling about