High Energy Ahead

The wife, who had remained silent, the Middle-aged Man, and the Drunkard all looked toward where the Little Boy was pointing.

A faint, strange sound came from the end of the pitch-black corridor. The doorknob of one of the rooms trembled gently, as if something were locked inside and desperate to get out.

In the eerily quiet residential building, the rattling of the door lock made everyone's heart leap into their throats.

"I just saw the leader go upstairs; it couldn't be a passenger in that room." The more the Middle-aged Man thought about it, the more afraid he became. "I've been to Liwan. How should I put it? Sometimes you see things in this place that are hard to explain with science."

"Like what?"

"You don't want to know those examples. All we can do is avoid them."

"And what if we can't avoid them?" The Drunkard leaned his back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the depths of the corridor.

"If you can't avoid them, then pretend you don't see them. Try to act normal, and tell yourself in your mind that it's all just a psychological effect." The Middle-aged Man's face turned even paler. He recalled some unpleasant memories, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and his complexion looked terrible. "The Liwan I visited is different from the Liwan now. There was no red Blood Mist back then; it seems a new change has occurred here."

"Don't scare me, damn it. Why do I feel like someone is blowing air into my ear? It sounds like a woman's voice, too!" The Drunkard whipped his head around to look behind him. The "murderer" who called himself Scissors passed by the stairwell. Every step he took sounded like two footsteps, and his expression was bizarre. It was clearly