“Indeed, the 13th floor is still very dangerous.” Lin Shaojie cast a hopeful glance at Yuan Qingli.
He knew the other person's abilities; he was a ruthless person who could report even the Black and White Ghosts without batting an eye.
Thinking of the black and white ghosts, Lin Shaojie silently retreated into his shell again.
"Unpredictable? What does that mean?" Chicken Claw asked again, puzzled.
"You mean the red smoke is drifting around? And there's a breeze in this room?"
"It's probably not that simple."
"The long-tongued ghost wasn't hostile; he should have just told us which room it was in. But he said it was elusive, which probably means there's something fishy about this room that even he can't explain."
Yuan Qingli said, "Get ready, we're going to the 13th floor."
Everyone's hearts sank.
The thirteenth floor still looks like it has been sealed off for many years.
Yuan Qingli and the other three looked at each other, knowing that the crucial moment was about to begin, when they would have to open each room door.
The four stood in the corridor, none of them intending to make the first move.
"How about this, I'll go first, Zhuang Xiangyi second, Chicken Claw Brother third, and Lin Shaojie fourth. We'll take turns opening the door. Is that alright?"
The three nodded.
Yuan Qingli took a deep breath and knocked on the door of room 1301, but there was no response.
Yuan Qingli reached out and pushed it open; it wasn't locked at all.
The four filed in. The room was furnished no differently from the other rooms, except that it was a bit dark.
At 1302, Zhuang Xiangyi made no preparations and pushed forward, leaving the other two stunned.
After experiencing all this, the girl seems to have changed a lot, becoming more determined and decisive in her actions.
Zhuang Xiangyi shook her head; the room remained the same as always.
Both girls bravely took the lead, making Chicken Claw Brother and Lin Shaojie feel embarrassed and hesitant. The patrol speed increased considerably.
In the quiet corridor, the sound of four people's footsteps gently tapped on their hearts, echoing in the air, carrying a bit of dust that was choking them.
1314. After Zhuang Xiangyi pushed open the door, a ray of red light peeked out from the crack in the door.
The four of them immediately sensed an opportunity. Yuan Qingli gripped the axe in her hand, signaling Zhuang Xiangyi to step aside.
Yuan Qingli carefully pushed the door open completely, and red light poured out like a bolt of silk.
The four people's flushed faces looked as if they were bathing in a sea of blood.
This is a space with a completely different layout from the other rooms, with diluted red paint on the walls.
Some of the red paint had solidified and bulged, while others had run down the texture of the wall, leaving streaks like blood and tears.
Hanging from the ceiling were beads of emerald green jade, like eerie green eyes. Along with the jade were several talismans that appeared to be used to suppress something.
Before them stood a wooden table that occupied most of the room, behind which stood a shrine.
There were no statues of gods in the shrine, but a couplet was posted on the left and right: "Misfortune and fortune have no gate, they are summoned by oneself; the retribution for good and evil is like a shadow."
A dozen or so wooden plaques were scattered haphazardly on the table, as if they were being worshipped.
The incense in the burner had long since burned out, except for a single red incense stick burning in the very center. It was neither white nor black, and only red smoke swirled around it, exuding a strong sense of unease.
The incense stick resembled a small, scarlet eye, staring at the four of them.
"Let's clean up this place. See if there are any clues, and be careful."
Yuan Qingli's voice was very soft, but to others it sounded like an invisible command.
The three of them didn't stand on ceremony. They rolled up their sleeves, grabbed bath towels from the bathroom, and began wiping the table, which was covered in layers of dust, and also cleaned the wooden signs with illegible writing.
That means I'm not even this meticulous when cleaning my own home.
"These wooden signs have no words on them..."
"Yes, none of the ones I wiped didn't have it either."
"So, who is the object of our worship?"
While Lin Shaojie was squatting under the table cleaning, he suddenly discovered a bulging file folder.
It was handed over to Yuan Qingli immediately.
Yuan Qingli opened the sheepskin bag, inside were more than a dozen medical examination reports and identification information. Looking at these things, the chaotic thoughts in her mind were sorted out into a slightly clearer line.
“Let’s pay our respects to them,” Yuan Qingli sighed softly.
Suddenly, an unexpected force emerged, and a whirlwind swept through the once quiet room.
Thick fog billowed in the wind, and the light from the incense sticks flickered, threatening to go out at any moment.
The howling sound was like a mournful lament, sending chills down everyone's spines. Then, without warning, the entire room plunged into darkness.
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