"Doctor..." Fatty said, visibly worried.
This was the ghost that had silently made five grown men disappear—no, probably even more, they just didn't know about them.
Moreover, the space where the door should have been was now empty, clearly a tactic the ghost used to prevent their escape.
Technically, if the door was gone, they could still jump out the window. Fatty glanced guiltily towards the paper window, through which a hazy light filtered into the room.
For some reason, the more he looked, the more convinced Fatty became that it wasn't a window but rather a glowing panel that merely resembled one.
Is this house haunted...? Thinking this, Fatty couldn't help but cast a worried glance at Gu Mian.
Gu Mian was still holding the little girl, who was sitting on the ground, by her hair with one hand.
Perhaps because Gu Mian had taken action, the girl on the ground finally quieted down, and Fatty no longer had to risk intermittent deafness.
