Library

There was a dilapidated corridor, with spores visible to the naked eye floating in the air. The water on the ground was covered with moss. Next to an electric chair, corpses were piled up like a mountain. At the front desk at the end of the corridor, there were columns of blood-stained newspapers and large and small missing persons notices. The surrounding walls were pitted with holes. An old man was sitting in a rocking chair, taking down newspapers from the newspaper columns and reading them. Han Yao will never think that this is the safest place in the world