"Just find any door and open it."
Peng Jie pulled out his own key. "We'd better use mine."
The key he took out looked exactly like Fang Cheng's. It was old-fashioned and worn, pitch-black all over, and covered in rust—the sort nobody would bother picking up if it fell on the ground.
Fang Cheng asked curiously, "Where'd you get that key?"
Peng Jie grinned. "The higher-ups gave it to me."
Holding the key, he walked over to a locked door nearby and inserted it into the keyhole.
The key was clearly the wrong size, but he slipped it in with no resistance at all.
He gave it a gentle twist, then pushed. With a faint creak from the hinges, the door swung open.
Beyond it was pitch-black, but not entirely dark. He could make out a wooded area filled with trees.
Thick fog hung among the trees. Withered branches flickered in and out of view in the hazy moonlight, like a horde of monsters baring their claws and fangs.
Selina was utterly astonished. She had checked earlier, and the room beyond the door had definitely been a bedroom.
She glanced at the window again. It was still broad daylight outside, yet it was the dead of night beyond the door.
Fang Cheng was more concerned about the fog in the woods. Could it be the same kind that was currently blanketing Brasov?
If so, that was definitely bad news.
Once the door was open, the key in Peng Jie's hand crumbled to ash and vanished.
He turned to Fang Cheng. "Let's go. The door won't stay open for long."
There was no limit to how many people could enter through a door, but it would only remain open for a short time, and each use consumed a key.
Fang Cheng