Zhou Liye asked in a low voice—in this enclosed space, his own voice became very loud, making him feel uneasy.
There was still no sound from inside the bedroom.
Zhou Liye breathed a sigh of relief, quickly walked to the end of the corridor, and then opened the door.
It was still a pure white little room, and there was still another door facing it.
As soon as Zhou Liye stepped into the small room, the door behind him closed—no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it again.
Opening the door opposite, it turned out to be the same corridor all along.
Zhou Liye was a little scared, really scared, and leaned against the door, too afraid to walk away.
He swallowed hard, turned on his phone, played some upbeat music, took a short break, and cheered himself up.
"No! It's just an ordinary house! What's there to be afraid of!"
"I... well, this is Blue Star Carnival, a grand amusement park, a normal planet, a normal universe, there are no ghosts, no ghosts..."
The third corridor became even quieter, but the atmosphere was even more eerie.
"Creak...creak..."
The chandelier swayed incessantly, its light sometimes dim and yellowish, sometimes casting many shadows that flickered wildly on the floor.
On the two side paintings, the eyes of each figure have changed direction, staring directly at Zhou Liye.
Zhou Liye's legs went weak, and he curled up in a ball as he passed by the paintings, slowly moving to the front of the telephone.
In the family photo, the child's eyes appear even more deep and dark, with an oil-like liquid flowing out and leaving two streaks on his face.
Zhou Liye turned around abruptly and was nearly scared to death by a figure!
But he soon realized that it was a mirror at the corner of the corridor, and it was just his reflection in it.
Panic made his breathing rapid, so he jogged to the other side of the corner.
The very next second after he turned his head, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing behind him!
Zhou Liye's scalp was cracking!
"W-What is that! Is it the next player?"
He leaped to his feet and looked back—
There was no one there.
However, footsteps sounded on the floor.
The voice was unhurried, like a tourist slowly walking towards Zhou Liye.
There was no one there, only the sound of footsteps.
Zhou Liye acted like a mouse caught by a cat, not even bothering to look at the bedroom door at the bottom, and hurriedly walked to the end of the corridor.
But to his dismay, opening both doors revealed yet another familiar corridor!
In this corridor, the swaying chandelier was covered in a rusty color, the light was intermittent, and it made a strange "squeaking" sound.
The lights shone back and forth on the paintings on both sides, and in a fleeting glance, you could see the figures inside, their eyes all black holes.
A liquid resembling oil seeped out of the painting, leaving streaks on the wall.
The wooden floor was broken, and Zhou Liye stepped on it with a "creak".
Zhou Liye really wanted to scream!
However, there wasn't much of a thrill here that would make him suddenly scream.
Everything was arranged and furnished in a very small way, but each one seemed like a straw, constantly weighing down on Zhou Liye.
He felt his nerves were about to break down.
When Zhou Liye passed by the telephone for the fourth time, it rang for the first time ever!
Zhou Liye really screamed, completely losing her composure.
"Aa ...
He cowered and pressed himself against the opposite wall, trembling as he faced a telephone.
The phone rang for a long time before he finally gripped the communicator to his chest with one hand, muttering tremblingly, "The world is material, there are no ghosts after the founding of the People's Republic of China..." and pushed the phone away with one finger.
After a period of noise, a gentle female voice could be faintly heard on the other end of the phone:
"Hello, this is the Queens Police Department. How can I help you?"
Zhou Liye completely forgot she was in an experience center, and cried out in a tearful voice, "Help me! There are ghosts here!!!"
However, the young woman on the other end of the phone seemed not to hear him, and asked with a puzzled look, "Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?"
After a while, she hung up the phone.
Zhou Liye was alone again, and he walked forward with trepidation.
The mirror on the corner was so familiar, yet he couldn't help but look back repeatedly after walking past it—
It wasn't that he was afraid of his own shadow.