"Click."
The cold metal handle turned.
The moment the door opened, a suction force came from inside the room.
"Bang!"
Behind the dim office desk, the curtains suddenly shrank inward. Before Lin An could tense every muscle in his body, he froze slightly the next second, then slowly lowered the spear in his hand and stared blankly at the object on the desk.
There was no problem. The commotion just now had been caused by air currents.
But the thing on the desk genuinely startled Lin An.
"A camera?"
The dim room was lit only by the light filtering through a gap in the curtains. Apart from a desk and a camera, there was nothing else in the entire office.
Lin An took a deep breath and walked toward the desk with a grave expression.
After picking up the camera, he recognized it at a glance. It was the very same camera from the photography studio.
"Why is it here?"
Lin An furrowed his brows, his mind filled with confusion.
He could not help raising his head and looking around, confirming that there was nothing unusual in the entire room.
He remembered clearly that the camera had fallen from the ceiling of the photography studio. In theory, even if the instance had reset, it should have reset to the studio.
Could it be that the camera was originally here? Did a ghost take it before Jiang Hao Chen? Then it appeared in the apartment and hid the camera in the studio?
He could not understand what was going on.
Lin An's brows drew together tightly as he instinctively pressed the camera's power button. As long as he checked whether the photos inside were the same as in his memory, he could confirm his guess.
However, no matter how Lin An