Chaos Leads to a Strange Garden

In the dark corridor, accompanied by the flashing lights, there were footsteps one after another, from far to near. The cold light on the ceiling was rhythmically following the footsteps, shining through a crack in the door on the face of a young man hiding in the closet. At this moment, Ding Yanqing held his breath and stared at the corridor outside the closet. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly. As the footsteps approached, large beads of sweat continued to secrete from his forehead, flowed down his cheeks, and wet his clothes... It follows you like a shadow