Auntie Wang and Xu Yajing, who had been hiding at the back, were pushed to the very front. Everyone was terrified, but no one dared move recklessly. The One-Eyed Young Man exerted an overwhelming pressure on them.
The flashlight beam shone over them one by one. The young man looked delighted, as though, after all these years, someone was finally willing to play with him.
"Don't move, don't move. Whatever they do to you, don't move." Every sentence the One-Eyed Young Man spoke seemed to hint at something. His lone eye rolled up and down.
The Testers hiding in the other rooms dared not speak either. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
Slowly turning around, the young man switched off the flashlight again.
Once the room fell dark, Gao Ming actually calmed down. He planned to approach the table and see what the young man had been through.
All psychological distortions and trauma arose from the combined effects of external circumstances and stimuli. Once the cause was clear, the appropriate treatment could be applied.
"One, two, three..."
A pitch-black room, a corridor swept by chilling drafts. No one knew what was roaming outside. They had only heard someone shouting about ghosts earlier.
Unable to predict what would happen next or know what might approach them in the darkness, the Testers at the back instinctively crowded forward, while those at the front began shrinking back. Everyone wanted to stand in the middle.
"Stop pushing! Don't push!" Auntie Wang's voice sounded jarring in the darkness. She was getting old and lacked the strength of the younger people. Originally standing near the middle, she had now been pushed even farther forward than Gao Ming, straight into the bedroom, just a few steps from the One-Eyed Young Man.
"Wooden Man!"
The flashlight beam