“We need to hurry, it’s getting dark.” Bai Xiaojie tightened her clothes and urged.

The setting sun slanted westward. From their perspective, the gradually falling sun was blocked by the building. As the sky darkened, a strange feeling welled up in everyone’s heart for a moment.

It was as if there was something different about the building compared to before.

A gust of wind rose within the manor. Huai Yi looked up and noticed a large patch of dark clouds drifting overhead. The dark clouds intertwined with the dim sky, creating an invisible pressure, as if foreshadowing something.

“Let’s go back quickly, something… something feels wrong. How can the weather change so suddenly?” Huai Yi was also a little scared.

Jiang Cheng also sensed the oppressive feeling of an approaching storm. His intuition told him that something terrible would happen if they were still wandering around the manor after dark.

He quickly took out his phone, found a good angle, and took a picture of the building. Then, the group quickly ran towards the door.

Worried about the painting getting wet, Fatty put it away while running with everyone. Just as they were about to reach the door, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Fatty subconsciously looked back, and in the next second, the blood in his entire body froze.

In the instant light of the lightning, he saw that the dark windows were filled with people. Every window had one, a pale face staring at them expressionlessly.

“Holy crap!” Fatty shuddered, dropping the painting in his hand.

Strangely enough, the moment the painting left his hand, those pale faces disappeared. When he came back to his senses and looked again, the windows were back to normal. Although they were dark, he could still vaguely see that the space behind them was empty, with nothing there.

Everything just now seemed like an illusion.

Jiang Cheng quickly picked up the painting. “What’s wrong?” He followed Fatty’s gaze but didn’t notice anything strange.

“Some… someone’s there!” Fatty was also a bit confused, but he still tried his best to explain to everyone.

“Just now, in the flash of lightning, you saw people standing behind the windows, and every window had someone?” Just imagining such a scene sent a chill down Miao Qing’s spine.

“That’s… that’s how it was.” Fatty said, shivering.

By now, they were back inside the building, and no one wanted to go out to verify, or rather, no one dared to.

“Why were you the only one who saw it?” Bai Xiaojie asked softly. She didn’t think there was anything special about this chubby guy. Miao Qing had once told her to be wary of the person named Jiang Cheng, who was the most troublesome of the group.

“Could it be related to this painting?” Huai Yi stared at the painting, suddenly feeling a bit frightened.

This sentence woke everyone up. “It’s possible.” Jiang Cheng took the painting and slowly unfolded it. “Perhaps the person holding this painting can see some scenes that ordinary people can’t.”

With this idea in mind, everyone comforted Fatty and asked him to describe it in more detail. “Besides those faces, what else did you notice?”

“Nothing else, I think… I think that’s all.” Fatty scratched his head, stammering.

Jiang Cheng retrieved paper and a pen and spread them out on the table. “How about this, you draw what you saw, as completely as possible.” Jiang Cheng patted Fatty on the shoulder and comforted him, “Take your time and don’t rush.”

Fatty recalled for a moment and began to draw. Strangely, that scene seemed to be frozen in his mind. As long as he closed his eyes, those pale faces would be staring at him.

Fatty endured great discomfort to gradually draw something that, in everyone else’s eyes, looked no different from a child’s drawing. He used a large rectangle to represent the building and small squares to represent the windows.

When Fatty drew to a square at the edge, Miao Qing’s expression suddenly changed. He reached out his hand as if to ask a question, but Jiang Cheng stopped him with a look.

After Fatty finished drawing everything, Jiang Cheng asked in a calm voice, “Fatty, are you sure there’s nothing missing, or anything you need to modify?”

Fatty stared at it for a while, then put down the pen and explained to Jiang Cheng with a strange expression, “It’s strange to say, but the scene at the time was like it was engraved in my head. I’m sure that’s what I saw, no mistake!”

Huai Yi swallowed and stared at a corner of the drawing, asking in a tentative voice, “Brother Fugui, do… do you want to take another look, maybe…”

“What are you trying to say?” Fatty rarely got angry, but this time he was extremely annoyed. He had said many times that the scene he saw was like that, so why didn’t anyone believe him?

“Fatty.” Jiang Cheng suddenly interrupted him, then slowly reached out his hand, pointing to a corner of the drawing. At this moment, Bai Xiaojie was speechless, her eyes wide open, staring at the spot where Jiang Cheng was pointing.

There was a window there, located on the edge of the third floor. But strangely, in the drawing, this window was suspended in mid-air. The space below the window was empty, and the second floor had no window to match it.

It was as if the third floor of the building had extended outwards out of nowhere.

“This… how is this possible?!” Fatty exploded. “I drew this?”

A few seconds later, he immediately looked at the painting left by the psychic. Now, upon closer inspection, the corresponding position on the third floor was shrouded in a layer of gray-black, like a mist, or a rolling dark cloud, blending into the dark background of the painting.

Fatty’s hand trembled as he wiped the corresponding position. The gray-black layer seemed to be wiped away a little. He moved faster and faster, his movements becoming more exaggerated, until…

“Hiss—”

Everyone couldn’t help but gasp.

Fatty stumbled backwards, but his eyes were still fixed on the painting. As the background color was wiped away, a window really appeared in the corresponding position on the painting. Through the window, one could see densely packed corpses piled up inside.

“Found it, the nonexistent room.” Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and said slowly.

The location of the room had been determined, but now a new problem faced everyone.

How to enter that room?

“I remember that location being a wall,” Huai Yi recalled. “Should we try breaking it open?”

This suggestion was a bit crude, but no one had a better idea. Breaking the wall required tools. Fortunately, Miao Qing said that when he was inspecting the kitchen, he found a small storage room nearby with tools inside.

Everyone found a large hammer and some miscellaneous tools in the storage room. They brought the tools to the third floor, took down the painting at the end of the third-floor corridor, threw it aside, and then began to break the wall.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

……

Fatty rolled up his sleeves, swinging the hammer one blow after another. He had a lot of strength, as if venting the fear he had accumulated earlier, but no matter how hard he hammered, he couldn’t leave a mark on the wall.