"Ye Meng, what's wrong?" The rather oblivious Ye Zhong squeezed over too.
Through the window, blurred by mist and dust, Ye Zhong saw inside the factory.
Among a dozen or so machines that had stopped running decades ago sat five or six people, their backs to the window. They still had filming equipment strapped to them.
It was the crew filming the horror movie at the apartment building.
Bang, bang, bang!
Ye Meng found it strange. Rather than go straight inside, he slapped the window, trying to get their attention.
Perhaps they heard him. The six people inside laboriously turned their heads. The next instant, their heads dropped to the ground in perfect unison.
Blood gushed from their necks like water spraying from a pinched hose, hissing as it splattered in every direction.
A jet of blood splashed against the window, leaving a large, irregular stain that seemed to separate the world inside from the one outside.
Even after all the strange things he had experienced in the wilderness, Ye Meng was still startled. He fell backward and landed on his backside.
"Wh-what... what do we do...?" Ye Zhong shivered, his teeth chattering.
When his peripheral vision swept over the Giant Wolf's remains at the entrance, despair filled his face.
The four of them stood at the entrance, unable to decide what to do.
Amid the fog, the wind pressed the weeds along the roadside so low they could not lift their heads.
The tall top hat on Meng Chengfei's head stood firm. He wore a white shirt beneath a complete tailored suit, and his left hand held the Red Leather Book he often read. According to Lu Mingwang, some of its contents were unsuitable for children.
His right hand rested on a black Gentleman's Phoebe Wood Cane. Its