This time, Tang Qisheng tossed a glass marble behind a potted plant—the one with a silver-threaded bell hidden beneath its leaves. The faint sound of the marble hitting the floor successfully drew the girl in the dress's attention.
It was clear that the girl was terrified of venturing into the director's office. For a child like her, this place was forbidden.
But soon, her longing for "eyes" overcame her fear. She rose onto her tiptoes and hurried toward the potted plant, groping with both hands. The moment she touched the enormous leaves, her fingers caught the silver thread and set off the bell alarm.
As the clear chime rang out, the girl froze in terror, not daring to move. Intense fear welled up in her twisted face, and her lips trembled. Before she could make a sound, a mass of humanoid rotting flesh dropped from above, its tremendous weight crushing her to the floor. The rotting-flesh director let out an enraged roar, then grabbed her by the head and feet and tore her in half right before Tang Qisheng's eyes.
Terror swept through Tang Qisheng's entire body. He had never imagined that the rotting-flesh director had been hiding on the ceiling. He hadn't noticed the director coming out of the secret chamber. It seemed there was another passage from the chamber into this office, and the director had been waiting for him to appear—lying in ambush for who knew how long.
While the rotting-flesh director vented his fury on the girl, tearing her remains to pieces, Tang Qisheng seized the chance to crawl away on all fours. He didn't stop until he made it through the iron door of the director's office. When he drew his first breath of air that wasn't so foul and reeking of blood, he finally