This is a novel suitable for listening to, not for the faint of heart. Hahaha, there is a series of disappearances in an old residential building. The tenants disappeared out of thin air, leaving only strange scratches and nursery rhymes that sounded at regular intervals. All the corridor surveillance systems were broken. The heavy rain smashed the windows, the voice-activated lights in the corridor flickered, the old wooden boards creaked, and the woman breathed rapidly]
"He's right behind the door, right?"
Ouyang Lanlan's voice was clear and sharp, like a newly unsealed scalpel, cutting through the dead silence of a rainy night.
She stood in front of the door of Room 307, her fingertips pressing against the moldy wooden door, her knuckles turning white. The rain dripped down from the tips of her hair and fell on the dusty floor, spreading a small dark stain.
Chen Mohan did not answer.
He just squatted down slowly, sweeping the hem of his black windbreaker across the ground, staring at the crack in the door.
