Chapter 29 Turning Point

"That... that room is moving!" Tang Qisheng couldn't help but widen his eyes, his breathing becoming rapid.

Zhu Jie naturally noticed this strange phenomenon as well. "The room is constantly moving towards us. Each time we pass the door, the room shifts once."

Currently, the bloody slaughterhouse was still seven rooms away from them, meaning they had seven more chances.

Once the room moved in front of them, their fate would likely be the same as those corpses, brutally dismembered by the scissor ghost.

Objectively speaking, this ghost wall wasn't too dangerous. They still had enough opportunities to try and fail. But the important thing was time. They didn't have much time left, and they also had to be wary of the director and Chief Mei, who even the doctor ghosts feared.

For some reason, in Tang Qisheng's subconscious, the sense of danger from Chief Mei even surpassed that of the decaying flesh director.

Staring at the red light, Zhu Jie seemed to have an idea. "Could the direction of the room's movement be controlled?"

The word "control" instantly struck a chord with Tang Qisheng. "What do you mean? Explain yourself."

After a moment of contemplation, Zhu Jie reorganized her thoughts. "Think about it. Every time we pass through that door and return to the starting point, the room moves one step closer to us. Could this be related to our direction of movement? What if we turn around this time and pass through that door backward?"

Hearing this, Tang Qisheng's eyes lit up. He wasn't stupid and instantly understood Zhu Jie's meaning. "That door... that door will move further away from us?"

"It's possible," Zhu Jie nodded steadily.

Time was of the essence, so the two quickly put it into practice. And this time, things finally took a turn for the better. After returning to the starting point, the red room actually moved one position in the opposite direction, further away from them.

"There's hope!"

After passing through the door for the fourth time, Tang Qisheng was surprised to find that the room emitting red light had disappeared, along with the eerie "kacha" sound.

Without hesitation, the two quickly passed through the now-normal corridor, found the staircase on the other side, and quickly went upstairs, finally arriving on the 4th floor.

The two became increasingly cautious upon reaching the 4th floor, as there was also a ghost here. If he remembered correctly, it was a nurse ghost wearing red high heels.

On his first night here, Tang Qisheng used the curse of those red high heels to kill the second-generation Crimson who wanted to attack them.

Walking carefully along the corridor, Tang Qisheng was constantly alert to possible dangers. However, what he couldn't understand was that an image of a nurse wearing red high heels kept appearing in his mind. Even though he was just thinking about it, the image became more and more complete and real.

"Something's wrong! Something's fishy!"

Tang Qisheng steadied his mind. He knew that if he continued to think like this, it might lead to extremely terrible consequences. But the more he tried to forget, the clearer the figure became. Slowly, the figure in his mind, with her back to him, actually moved, approaching him step by step.

Even more terrifying was that clear footsteps echoed in the corridor, the sound of the high heels' sharp heels hitting the ground.

Zhu Jie slowly opened her mouth wide, her eyes filled with bloodshot veins. Tang Qisheng knew at a glance that Zhu Jie also heard the sound of high heels.

This ghost's ability was too terrifying. It could actually hunt them down in their minds. There was nowhere to hide!

In a daze, Tang Qisheng thought of something Wang Fugui had once mentioned: "Don't talk about people during the day, don't think about ghosts at night." Because ghosts and people originally existed in different worlds. To see a ghost, a person's brainwaves needed to be consistent with the ghost's. In other words, while a person was thinking about seeing a ghost, the ghost might already be by their side.

"Deng deng deng."

The sharp sound of high heels became clearer and clearer. Zhu Jie obviously hadn't realized the problem. She kept looking around, trying to find the source of the sound. Tang Qisheng couldn't help but feel sad. He knew that he had harmed Zhu Jie. Zhu Jie hadn't been thinking about the nurse ghost. It was him! He had summoned the ghost!

"Quick, run! This ghost is coming for me!" An intense chill followed Tang Qisheng like a maggot attached to a bone. He knew he was locked on by the ghost, but he still had things to do. He had to run, in the opposite direction of Zhu Jie, to buy as much time as possible for her.

"Don't say useless things, let's hide first!"

Zhu Jie gritted her teeth and stopped Tang Qisheng, pushing him into the nearest room. Tang Qisheng didn't expect Zhu Jie to explode with such great strength. Not long after the door closed, the sound of high heels arrived outside the door.

The intense chill and fear tormented Tang Qisheng's will and body. He curled up into a ball, shivering uncontrollably. Zhu Jie held him tightly, using her body temperature to warm him. "Don't be afraid, it's okay. We're together, I'm right here with you."

Tang Qisheng, whose mind was gradually wandering, noticed a resentful gaze. He opened his eyes as much as possible. He saw it. A pair of slender, severed legs were upside down on the ceiling, stepping on those red high heels, walking towards them step by step.

Unable to hold back the guilt in his heart, Tang Qisheng was in tears. "I'm sorry, it's... it's my fault for dragging you into this!"

Zhu Jie pursed her lips, stroking Tang Qisheng's cheek, tears swirling in her eyes, filled with reluctance, and choked with sobs: "It's nothing, don't say that."

When the pair of severed legs stopped above their heads, Tang Qisheng sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

"Deng deng deng!"

A few seconds later, just as Tang Qisheng was ready to welcome the final end, a burst of hurried high-heeled sounds suddenly rang out above his head. The sound grew farther and farther away, disappearing into the corridor in a few breaths.

Tang Qisheng opened his eyes. Zhu Jie was also stunned. She was leaning over and hugging Tang Qisheng tightly.

"Why did she run away?" The other party's hasty actions did seem like they were scared away by something, but Tang Qisheng didn't hear the director chasing after them.

"Could it be because of this?" Zhu Jie tremblingly stretched out her hand, pointing to the ground. There was a name tag lying there, but the writing on the name tag had become blurred because it had been soaked in water.

Picking up the name tag, it felt slippery to the touch. The name tag also emitted the smell of formalin. "Did this fall off of your clothes?"

"It seems so, I didn't pay attention either." Zhu Jie, who had escaped death, hadn't recovered yet, looking worriedly at the door. "Do you think... do you think it's because the nurse ghost recognized my identity and regarded me as one of her own? I mean, the original owner of this outfit?"

It seemed that this was the only explanation now, but this probably couldn't fool the nurse ghost for too long. Tang Qisheng didn't have time to think too much, so he pulled Zhu Jie up and prepared to leave. "Let's go, let's take advantage of this opportunity to find the archives room."