The chair stood in the middle of the corridor. Anyone heading to the second floor would inevitably have to pass by it.
Chen Ge still vividly remembered what had happened outside the Girls' Apartment. This chair seemed to approach living people on its own.
He hid around the stairwell corner, hesitating.
"It has a backrest. This chair is completely different from the ones in the activity center classrooms. It must have been brought here from somewhere else. But why would they leave it in the activity center?"
Judging by the style, the chairs on the activity center's second floor were the same as those in the Girls' Apartment. They were probably Apartment Chairs issued by the school to each student.
Chen Ge shone his phone at the sign on the opposite room's door. It had something to do with vocal music written on it. "The Dance Studio isn't on the second floor. Should I just go straight up to the third? But what if there's a chair in the middle of that corridor too? If it chases me to the stairwell, the chair on the second floor could block me when I try to go down..."
The unsettling image flashed through his mind. Chen Ge thought for a moment, then decided not to avoid the chair. Gripping the Tool Hammer tightly, he entered the second-floor corridor.
The corridor was pitch-black, and its far end was nowhere in sight. All the doors on either side were shut tight. Their windows were covered in dust, making it impossible to see what might be lurking inside the classrooms.
Chen Ge walked very slowly. He didn't let the chair right in front of him distract him from everything else.
In fact, the disused classrooms on either side seemed even more frightening to him.
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