I immediately realized that the call was from Mingxite. The thing outside the door wasn't something Mingxite had sent.
There were two groups of people, and both had their eyes on Xiaotian and her colleague.
Xiaotian and the pregnant woman might not have thought it through, but the same person, with the same voice, was speaking from two different places at the same time, saying different things. There was no doubt that one of them had to be fake.
It was like the classic horror story setup: a couple went on a trip with their friends. After they returned to the inn, the boyfriend went out for a while. When he came back, he told his girlfriend that their friends had been dead for ages, and that the people in the inn now were ghosts. He tried to get her to run away with him. On one side was the boyfriend, who had left midway but returned with proof; on the other were the friends, who had never been separated from her. Whom should she believe? It was a difficult question.
The choice meant the difference between life and death.
Xiaotian and the pregnant woman didn't seem to have to face that kind of choice.
One voice was outside the door; the other came from the phone. Both were at a distance from them.
The fear they felt now was fear of the unknown.
The two women didn't completely trust each other, either. At least, the pregnant woman didn't fully trust Xiaotian.
Everyone was at an impasse.
Summoning all her courage, Xiaotian held her breath and walked toward the door.
She cautiously leaned forward and peered through the peephole.
In that instant, I saw what Xiaotian saw.
Several people stood behind the peephole's slightly distorted lens. She could make out