Xiao Ai used the weak light from her mobile phone to carefully walk through a gloomy corridor. From time to time, creaking sounds could be heard on the wooden floor. Behind the security door at the end of the corridor was an autopsy room filled with countless corpses and severed limbs that smelled of formalin.
Xiao Ai quickened her pace, and a gust of wind blew past her ears. A layer of tiny pimples appeared all over her body, and the warmth in her body suddenly disappeared.
Why is there such a cold wind in this house? Xiao Ai suddenly felt palpitations for no reason. She seemed to be in a completely closed space, leaving only herself and her fear. It wasn't until she touched the copper door handle that she returned to reality.