"That room is moving!" Tang Qisheng couldn't help widening his eyes, and his breathing quickened.
Zhu Jie naturally noticed the strange phenomenon as well. "The room keeps moving toward us. Every time it passes a room door, it moves once."
The bloody slaughterhouse was now seven rooms away from them, which meant they still had seven chances.
Once the room moved in front of them, the fate awaiting the two of them would probably be the same as that of those corpses—they would be brutally dismembered by the Scissors Ghost.
Objectively speaking, this ghostly maze was not particularly dangerous. They still had enough chances to make mistakes and try again. The important thing was time. They didn't have much of it left, and they still had to guard against the dean and Director Mei, whom even the Doctor Ghost spoke of with terror.
For some reason, in Tang Qisheng's subconscious, Director Mei gave him an even greater sense of danger than the Rotten-Flesh Dean.
Staring at the red glow, Zhu Jie seemed to have thought of something. "Could the direction the room moves in be controlled?"
The word "controlled" immediately struck a chord with Tang Qisheng. "What do you mean? Explain."
After thinking for a moment, Zhu Jie reorganized her thoughts. "Think about it. Every time we pass through that door and return to the starting point, the room moves one step closer to us. Could that be related to the direction we're moving in? What would happen if we turned around this time and passed in front of that door backward?"
Tang Qisheng's eyes lit up when he heard this. He wasn't stupid, and he immediately understood what Zhu Jie meant. "That door... that door will keep moving farther away from us?"
"It's possible." Zhu Jie nodded calmly.
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