The Past Inside the Room

Silent, empty, and strange—the seven apartment buildings stood there.

Yang Jian stepped into Room 301 again and followed the path he had taken before, heading for the room on the right to investigate it.

Even with the music box curse, he remained cautious.

A blackened, somewhat stiff, icy-cold hand pushed open the door to the room on the right.

The next moment.

Something unusual happened.

The sound that had seemed to come from a gramophone inside the room crackled twice, then abruptly stopped, as though something had taken away the record and left only the gramophone spinning idly, occasionally making odd noises.

"Liu Qingqing?"

Yang Jian's expression darkened. He called out softly in a probing tone as the door slowly opened.

There was no response from inside.

After the door was pushed open, the room within looked exactly as it had before. Everything remained as it was, all the furnishings unchanged.

No.

That was not right.

Something was different.

One thing was missing from the room: the faceless wooden mannequin was gone.

The place where the faceless mannequin had stood was now empty, with only faint traces left behind.

"Was that a supernatural object too?" Yang Jian's expression shifted as the thought immediately surfaced in his mind.

The room in Room 301 was far too bizarre and eerie.

Everything in it looked ordinary, yet nothing seemed ordinary. Each object gave off an inexplicable sense of danger. That was why he had not touched or moved anything when he first entered, only curiously glanced at the doll in the vegetable basket.

But now.

Something else had vanished.

Could it be that, just like before, a new ghost had already revived?

"When I arrived earlier, the door to Room 301 was open. Could the newly revived ghost have already left this room?"