"Tch, fine, don't tell me then, what's so great about it?" Su Li said, but in her heart she was thinking, "Look at this door frame, it's crudely made, and the black door is rickety. It's even more dilapidated than the storage door in our old house. There probably isn't anything good inside."

I really don't know why my sister, who is always so clean, would go to a place like that in the dead of night...

Judging from her expression, she even seemed a little nervous. Could there be some secret hidden in this strange attic? With a slight shift in her eyes, Su Li's doubts deepened.

"I'm warning you, you're not allowed to come up here again without permission!" Su Mei seemed oblivious to her own inappropriateness, instead emphasizing the word "not allowed." She then turned her head to the side, stepped over Su Li, and reached out to hold onto the crooked railing that extended downwards not far from the door, preparing to walk down.

However, she had only taken two steps when she suddenly stopped, turned around and looked up at Su Li, a dark glint in her eyes that vanished in an instant. "You just said that you came by the scent? You, your nose is that good?"

“Hmm,” Su Li nodded, and even raised her hand to press the tip of her nose. “My nose used to work really well.”

"No way, I remember your nose was injured before, and it didn't seem to be very sensitive before." Su Mei turned around and looked at Su Li with an inquiring gaze.

“Speaking of this…” Su Li raised her hand in the air, as if she wanted to say something, but then her eyes shifted and she suddenly lowered her raised left shoulder, and her bright eyes dimmed. “Oh dear! Maybe it’s just a coincidence. I don’t know what’s wrong with my nose lately. It’s been good one minute and bad the next, and sometimes it even stops working.”

"Oh, maybe it's something wrong with your health." Su Mei nodded with a sigh of relief, her tone suddenly softening slightly. She turned around, holding onto the railing as she continued down the wooden stairs. "How about this, I'll ask the boss again and get you another can of the limited edition sports drink..."

"No, no, I don't like that drink." Thinking of the strange skull, Su Li waved her hands repeatedly. "Sister, let's not talk about that. I... I noticed you haven't looked too well lately, so I came here... actually, I made dinner and wanted to call you for dinner."

"I told you, I'm not eating dinner." Su Mei, already down to the bedroom floor, interrupted Su Li sharply, her voice regaining its previous coldness. Standing beside the wooden stairs, watching Su Li come down, she pointed to the door, her tone growing increasingly harsh, "Don't call me for dinner anymore. Okay! You can leave now."

"Oh," Su Li pouted, nodded in agreement, and then walked towards the door...

However, the doubts in her heart were growing uncontrollably.

Why would there be such a strange staircase in the bedroom? Shouldn't someone live upstairs? Or is there something else going on...?

The area outside the door quieted down. Su Mei took a deep breath, seemingly still a little worried. She walked to the door again, reached out and turned the lock, closing the door securely.

Su Mei walked back to the right side of the wooden staircase and reached out to lift a classical Chinese ink painting hanging on the wall.

There was something unusual in the center behind the painting. Upon closer inspection, a small rectangular piece of wood embedded in the wall appeared before my eyes. The shape of the wood was very similar to an adult's finger.

The finger is designed so cleverly that it is hard to spot without careful searching.

Su Mei raised her right hand and touched her finger to the wooden finger. With a slight dab, the wooden finger, pressed against the wall, sank into the wall about half an inch...