The moment they stepped into the stairwell, both men felt a wave of dizziness.
But a moment later, the dizziness vanished.
The ghost... where was the ghost?
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Zheng Jun looked up into the dim stairwell...
Nothing?
There was nothing there?
Had it already gone upstairs?
Zheng Jun motioned for Chen Zhiyuan to let go. With the stair railing here, he could just about stand on his own.
Once Chen Zhiyuan let go, he gripped the railing firmly and leaned his head over it, looking up through the gap between the flights of stairs.
But that single glance left him feeling as though he had plunged into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone...
He saw the back of a head sticking out on the second floor.
No, not just one!
Two, three, four, five... the back of a head protruded beyond the railing on every floor, densely packed, endless...
What horrified Zheng Jun even more was that the head with the little ponytail was unmistakably his own!
"Go... Mr... Mr. Chen... let's go!"
Zheng Jun fumbled frantically for Chen Zhiyuan, who hurriedly supported him.
Chen Zhiyuan had no idea what had happened and still looked ready to go searching for the ghost, but since Zheng Jun wanted to leave, leaving was fine too...
He helped Zheng Jun turn around, but the sight before them left both men completely dumbfounded.
They had just entered through the corridor entrance on the first floor and had barely stepped onto the stairs. Turning around, going down, and leaving should have taken only four or five steps.
Yet now... the corridor entrance they had just come through had disappeared.
The spot where they should have gone down the stairs toward the corridor entrance had become a turn.
Zheng Jun