After settling the matter of becoming an Honorary Owner, Liu Zheng left the property management center.
Back at Building 7, following the old security guard's directions, he made several twists and turns before reaching the corridor of Unit 3.
There was almost no light in the narrow corridor. Even with Liu Zheng's eyesight, he could barely make out the outlines of objects.
Thankfully, he was already used to walking through the Delivery Passage. Otherwise, he might have been a little scared.
"Should I turn on a light?"
Liu Zheng hesitated.
Of course, he did not have a flashlight. However, while the phone issued by the Restaurant was useless for most things, its screen was bright enough to barely serve as one.
But in all sorts of horror movies, the person who turned on a light in a situation like this usually got killed the moment they were illuminated.
Though he had seen every kind of demon and ghost by now, there was no need to invite this kind of trouble.
"Forget it. I won't turn it on."
Liu Zheng forced himself onward. Along the way, he inevitably bumped and scraped against things, sometimes even crashing into pipes of unknown purpose.
Fortunately, with his current physique, collisions of this level did not even count as a massage.
After walking for who knew how long, he finally reached the end of the corridor.
There was a door at the end of the corridor, with another door on either side.
Liu Zheng nearly strained his eyes blind, yet he still could not tell which door had a Garlic-Headed Turtle painted on it.
Trying them one by one was out of the question. No matter how much delivery time he had, he could not waste it like this.
Besides, who knew whether the other