Zhang Qing and Wan Tong listened to the second chime deep within the cell. This time, however, the time within the old house did not reset when the bell rang—it moved forward.
Advancing time did not seem to change anything, and neither of them lost their memories.
But after the bell rang, the cell underwent some unimaginable, bizarre changes.
A figure had appeared before the previously empty desk.
The person had his head slightly lowered, seemingly writing something in the notebook on the desk. Thick, blackened ink smeared across the pages, forming blurry lines of writing, while soft scratching sounds echoed through the silent surroundings.
The disturbance immediately drew their attention.
Their bodies tense, they cautiously turned around.
"Could that be a person? There was clearly no one there just now. He must have appeared after the bell rang." Wan Tong swallowed hard, staring fixedly at the person at the desk.
Zhang Qing studied him carefully.
The person sitting at the desk appeared to be in his forties or fifties. His temples had turned white, his yellowed hands were thin and withered, and his entire body maintained an almost stiff writing posture. Nothing seemed strange at first glance, but upon closer inspection, everything about him felt eerie.
Moreover, judging by the situation, this person seemed to have been here for a long time. It even felt as though he had never left this place.
But the conditions in the old house were completely unsuitable for the living. Even people afflicted by the pendulum clock's curse only stayed briefly before leaving when they encountered danger.
"Whether he's human or not, something is very wrong. We should leave." Zhang Qing looked grave.
In an environment like this, there was nothing normal. Everything was a terrifying object connected to the supernatural.
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