Silence, emptiness, the strange seven-story building.
Yang Jian had once again stepped into Room 301, heading to the room on the right to investigate further along the path he had previously taken.
Even with the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, he remained cautious and careful.
An icy, slightly stiff and darkened hand pushed open the door to the right.
The next moment.
An anomaly occurred.
The sound of the record player in the room hiccupped twice before coming to an abrupt stop, as if the record had been snatched away by something, leaving the record player spinning in vain, occasionally emitting odd noises.
"Leuk Qingqing?"
Yang Jian's face tensed as he called out in a hushed, probing voice, while the door also slowly opened.
There was no reply from inside.
After pushing the door open, the room looked identical to the way it did when he entered before, with everything still in its original place, just as it was.
No.
Wrong.
There was something different.
