At that moment, Yang Jian was still in the bedroom, studying the clues and messages left behind by those who had entered this room before.
Although most of the clues were useless, he occasionally found some very valuable information.
So far, he felt only two pieces of information were somewhat useful.
First, the room where A Nan revived was not Room 101, but Room 701. He had deliberately swapped room numbers with someone else.
Second, there really was a ghost in Room 88, and it was not inside that old television. It was sitting on the sofa in the room.
But none of this was important to Yang Jian at the moment. What he wanted to learn was the secret of Caesar Hotel, not information about one or two rooms. He could not help feeling somewhat disappointed.
However, just as Yang Jian continued reading through the messages.
Without anyone noticing, a long, slanted shadow appeared at the bedroom door. It had appeared abruptly, as if out of thin air. There had clearly been no such shadow in the living room before.
As the light shifted, the shadow gradually stretched longer.
It was as though someone stood at the bedroom door, calmly and eerily watching Yang Jian inside.
Yet in the dim room, the flesh at the back of Yang Jian's head suddenly split open. A scarlet Ghost Eye burrowed out of the bloody flesh, wriggled restlessly a few times, then fixed its gaze firmly on the figure at the door.
The instant the Ghost Eye stared at it.
The shadow at the bedroom door seemed startled and rapidly withdrew, as though it were leaving.
Yet no footsteps sounded in the living room.
The visions of the Ghost Eyes were interconnected.
Yang Jian rose to his feet, spun around, and rushed