The voice-activated light in the corridor flashed twice and went out completely. Darkness surged in like a tide, instantly swallowing up the faint light from the phone screen. Su Qingge's fingers clung to the edge of the phone, and her knuckles turned white from the exertion. She could hear her heartbeat, like someone beating a drum on her eardrums, thump, thump, thump. The air was filled with the smell of moldy wall coverings, mixed with some indescribable fishy smell. The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled crazily, so fast that it made people dizzy. "Damn it, this light is so spiritual when it is turned off!" "Don't look back, anchor! Don't look back!" "I'm just saying that this apartment 404 is evil. The anchor who searched for ghosts last time is still in the mental hospital and hasn't come out." "Qing Ge, run away, this atmosphere is not right, I feel cold even through the screen." "What are you running for? Gifts
