After hanging up the phone, he waited for another round of knocks on the door, then flung it open.

At the door, a woman wearing Chinese wedding clothes and with a pale face was raising her hand. Yan Muhuai was not scared, but she screamed in fear and turned around and floated away.

Or rather, she slid away. She had a skateboard hidden under her skirt, and she slid out in the dark corridor. It really looked a bit spooky.

"Could this be my college classmate Chunni? The makeup artist she hired for her wedding was not very good. I couldn't even recognize her." Yan Muhuai said as he walked forward, listening to the movements on both sides of the corridor.

Probably for the purpose of sound insulation, there is an empty room between each guest so that they cannot hear what the people next door are doing.

"Is anyone inside?" Yan Muhuai chose a room on his left and knocked on the door.

Then there was an impatient knock on the door, followed by Su Xiaowei's voice, "Why are you knocking? Do you think I won't knock? I told you, I won't open the door for you. If you have the guts, just break the door down, and that will let me out."

Su Xiaowei cursed, "What a broken password! They don't even give me any hints. How am I supposed to crack it? I'm not going out today. I'm going to bed."

Although they were locked in a room alone, this was a recording of a program, and every artist had to be able to talk to themselves in order to have a sufficient program effect.

Su Xiaowei was obviously frightened and didn't even hear Yan Muhuai's voice.

Hearing Su Xiaowei's footsteps leaving the door, Yan Muhuai reminded him, "Xiaowei, I'm Yan Muhuai, don't sit on the bed..."

Before Yan Muhuai finished speaking, Su Xiaowei's earth-shaking scream was heard from inside.