City

"Is this the door?" Jiang Cheng and the others stared at the ordinary-looking wooden door before them, their expressions turning strange.

The door was shut tight, and a black lock hung from it. At first glance, it looked as though it hadn't been opened in a long time.

Just as they'd said earlier, the room was in a truly remote spot. Unless you went looking for it, it would be hard to find.

Unlike the other rooms, there was nothing outside this one. Jiang Cheng stepped forward, studied the wall, then reached out and touched it.

The wall felt rough beneath his fingers. There were many faint scratches on it, as though someone had picked them away bit by bit with their fingernails.

Jiang Cheng quickly understood. This room had once been a themed room too, and there should have been promotional posters or something similar on the walls.

But after something happened, the posters and other decorations had all been removed. Even the awkward corners that were hard to deal with had been painstakingly picked clean.

The moment the boss saw the door, his expression changed. His attitude was nothing like before, and there was even a hint of pleading in his voice. "You... You mustn't open this door. Believe me, this room is used for storage. It's full of old junk. There's nothing useful inside. You'd just be wasting your time."

The implication was far too obvious. In a horror movie, a door you were told never to open was always going to be opened. Jiang Cheng and the others were no exception.

"What happened in this room?" Jiang Cheng turned to look at the boss. His tone was as calm as ever, even a little kindly.

"I already told you, it's just—"

The boss struggled and tried