The Corpse Puppet was manipulated to head towards the passage to Zone B, while Ling Mo suspiciously went back the way he came.
Could it be that something was dropped along the way?
Not to mention the possibility was very low... Even if it were true, one wouldn't just quietly run back to search...
The situation unclear, Ling Mo did not turn on his flashlight.
After getting accustomed to the dim environment, his current vision, though not as clear as a zombie's, was sufficient to see the general outline.
As Ling Mo was searching through the mall, a silent human shadow swiftly slipped into the stairwell door.
The door gently closed, then started to sway slightly.
Creak... Creak...
Ling Mo immediately shifted his gaze towards the direction of the stairwell.
The sound was very faint; he surely wouldn't have caught it amidst a crowd.
But now, fully focused, Ling Mo's senses had sharpened considerably.
