In the evening, the sun shone down slantingly. Yotsuya Miko walked to the door of her good friend's house with a bag full of comic books and knocked lightly. The door was not closed tightly. There was a cold wind mixed with a strange smell in the room without turning on the lights. She hesitated for a moment before stepping in. The door closed on its own behind me, and I couldn't turn it anymore. Jianzi felt a chill on her back, and she could faintly see many palm prints on the white wall, which were a hair-raising reddish brown color. There was dim light at the end of the corridor. She walked forward bravely and pushed open the door - her friend was lying on the floor motionless. Jinxiang!
Questionable plot development, very strange
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