The two of them walked cautiously one behind the other into that deep corridor.
The beam of the flashlight cut into the darkness ahead, tearing a small opening.
But more darkness surged from the sides and behind, as if it could swallow that little light at any moment.
On both sides of the corridor were rows of closed hospital rooms, their small windows nailed shut with wooden boards, making it impossible to see inside.
Beneath the peeling walls around them, traces of dark red scratched with fingernails could be seen.
The stench in the air seemed to grow stronger.
It was as if the aged bloodstains were seeping out from the walls, mixed with a rotten odor that even disinfectant couldn't cover.
Both of them softened their steps, almost tiptoeing forward.
After walking for about tens of meters, Xu Hao, who was in the front, suddenly stopped without warning.
