Wen Qian was startled by the sound. She subconsciously tightened her grip on the cat carrier's strap. After composing herself, she looked toward Yin Zhi, only to find he had already blended into the darkness.
"Yin Zhi..." Wen Qian lifted her phone a little higher, calling his name in a very low voice. When there was no response, she immediately walked in Yin Zhi's direction.
The small, silver-white cat sat quietly at the edge of the darkness, his back to the girl, looking exceptionally prim and proper.
Wen Qian quickly approached him. Just as she was about to pick Yin Zhi up, she glanced up, and a wave of terror instantly washed over her.
It turned out there was another door at the far end of room 503.
A cold, transparent door.
Her body felt as if it were bound by iron chains. Wen Qian stood frozen in place, a crawl of countless ants seeming to scurry up her slender back.
