"Because this room can only be reached by passing through two doors, it's called 'Pinmen.'"
Mrs. Tatsumi gave Jiang Xia a brief introduction, then reached out and knocked on the door. "Mr. Akanu—"
"Urgh—!!"
A heart-wrenching cry of pain suddenly rang out from beyond the iron door. A man shouted in terror, "The Cursed Samurai—it's the Cursed Samurai... Aah!!"
Jiang Xia: "..."
He pushed at the door. The heavy iron door was locked from the inside.
The person inside screamed as though he were being dismembered. Mrs. Tatsumi froze in terror, only snapping back to her senses when Jiang Xia looked at her. "The spare key... the key... it's over here!"
She turned and led Jiang Xia through the Revolving Door, hurriedly retrieved the key hanging on the wall, and went back to open the door.
In less than a minute, by the time they returned, there was no longer any sound from inside the iron door.
Jiang Xia unlocked the door. The room was pitch-black, with only a heavy stench of blood in the air.
The flashlight beam swept into the room, bringing a trace of light. In the dimness, they could vaguely make out someone slumped against the wall.
Jiang Xia shifted his wrist and aimed the flashlight at him. The beam revealed a pitch-black figure—a headless man in black sitting cross-legged, fresh flesh exposed at the jagged stump of his neck.
"..."
"Ahh—!!"
A woman's miserable scream tore through the long night and echoed down the corridor.
Curacao abruptly sat up in the distance, then slammed her head into a shelf inside the closet with a thud. Clutching her head, she silently lay back down.
A moment later, she nonchalantly climbed back up and listened carefully to the commotion.
The case had occurred in the dead