The grinding sound of teeth echoed a few times, then suddenly vanished, and everything returned to silence once again.
Qian Cangyi stepped back two paces, the skin around his hand whitening from gripping the phone so tightly. On the other end, Jiang Li did not respond.
Thud thud thud!
Muffled knocking sounds emerged, three in total. The first two knocks were smooth, but the interval after the last knock was conspicuously slow.
Then, the sound of a turning door lock arose, piercingly clear in the silent night.
Creak...squeak...
The pale yellow door once again revealed a black crack.
Qian Cangyi moved a little to the left, allowing the light from the safety helmet to shine down the corridor. The familiar flooring appeared before him as he lifted his head to see room 302's door, which was now closed.
"Cangyi, let's leave this place. Hell's Movie doesn't restrict our location. Even if it is a ghost, we'll be fine as long as we escape," Jiang Li's voice came through on the phone.
