Although the environment here exuded an eerie air at every turn, its layout and structure were exactly the same as Caesar Hotel's. At the very least, walking here carried no risk of getting lost.
There was simply no exit. This was a room from which one could not escape.
Even ghosts were trapped here, let alone living people.
At that moment.
A Nan walked ahead, cradling a dead woman's head in his arms.
He was quite familiar with this place as well. His pace was neither fast nor slow, and he did not glance around. It seemed he had a fixed safe route mapped out in his mind.
Sometimes, they could clearly have walked straight through, yet A Nan insisted on taking a detour.
Although doing so wasted a great deal of time, it at least proved the route was safe. They had not encountered any supernatural attacks along the way, but Yang Jian, following behind, became wary because of it.
It could not be ruled out that A Nan was deliberately leading them in circles.
If he truly knew this place extremely well, it was not impossible for him to use its dangerous areas against them.
However, there was currently no evidence that A Nan was up to anything, so Yang Jian pretended not to notice.
I really want to read his memories. I just don't know how long this version of him has lived, or how many memories he has in his mind.
Yang Jian secretly thought, The safest approach is to check out the Room 102 he mentioned. Since he left all his experiences from the past eighty-two years there, those experiences must contain a great deal of information and truth about this place.
But Room 102 could also be a trap meant to lure me inside.