"Stop dilly-dallying, go home quickly, everyone to their own homes. I've really had enough of this ghost place." Hugging himself tightly, Zhang Jianjun was the first to walk through the safety door.
The others immediately followed suit and left.
As night deepened, from outside, only parts of the 17th floor of Rongjin Building were still lit, forming a stark contrast against the rest of the dark building.
Ever since rumors of haunting spread, there were hardly any renters for the high floors of this building. Even in rented office areas, there were absolutely no situations of working overtime at night, which had become an unwritten rule.
But Yang Xiao and his team had no choice; they were "chosen" tonight, three unlucky souls.
At this moment, the three of them were gathered together, seated in the lit office.
It was easy to imagine that just last night, Chen Moting and Su Xiaomin were the same.
