Seeing so many skeletons staring at him, Su Ming did not break stride. He merely pinched the brim of his cowboy hat with two fingers and nodded to the skeletons in greeting.
Then he put an arm around his apprentice and continued toward the elevators.
The skeletons behind them exchanged glances. The Spider Web wrapped around them had all been torn apart. Their hollow eye sockets held no eyeballs, and though their jaws opened, they could make no sound. Nobody knew whether they were communicating.
But they seemed to stamp their feet in frustration before vanishing.
There was a small side room beside the lobby, serving as a shared reception room and study. As they passed its doorway, they heard a clacking sound coming from inside.
"Master, it's the sound of a typewriter." Magik stopped, looking at Su Ming eagerly. "I want to go in and take a look."
"Then let's take a look. It should be Jack's typewriter." Deathstroke had no objection. They were out having fun, after all, and he wanted his apprentice to enjoy herself. "I'm not sure whether the study was on the first floor in the novel, but since this is a Haunted House, it's normal for the rooms to rearrange themselves."
The two entered the reception room. It had beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows, and a table lamp with a glass shade sat on the Round Table. The air was thick with the smell of dust.
The typewriter making the noise sat beneath a patch of light in the darkness. The paper in it kept moving, occasionally snapping back into place with a clack, as though an invisible person were using it.
Still holding Su Ming's hand, Magik quickened her pace and practically ran over, as though afraid the ghost might get away.
She leaned over