The Same Sound

After entering Room Seven, Yang Jian's face immediately darkened.

The decor was in the Republican Era style: old ceramic tiles, a chandelier, and slightly faded furniture. The entire room had a gloomy atmosphere that made people feel deeply uncomfortable.

But that was not the important part.

The important part was that the room's layout was practically identical to that mysterious corridor room in Caesar Hotel.

He had been there twice and entered several rooms. He could not be mistaken. The layout and decorating style were remarkably similar; aside from a few different pieces of furniture and ornaments, almost everything else was the same.

The two are indeed connected, Yang Jian thought.

Ghost Post Office and that bizarre hotel were products of the same era.

"There are four people in this room, and we're all grown men. There's only one bed—how are we supposed to sleep tonight? If word gets out, people will laugh at us." Sun Rui stared at the wooden bed in the bedroom and could not help tapping its boards with his golden cane.

"We'll make do for one night," Li Yang said. "This place feels very wrong to me, especially after the lights went out just now."

After saying that, he glanced toward the door.

The old wooden door was somewhat warped. Even though it was shut, it did not close tightly, leaving finger-width gaps. Through those cracks, he could clearly see the darkness outside. That darkness seemed to have taken on substance, and a little of it had even seeped inside.

"Your perception is much stronger than mine," Sun Rui said, glancing at him.

"It's just that mine is rather unusual. As long as I enter a building with rooms, my senses become sharper. But outside, I can't sense anything at all," Li Yang said.

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