"Didn't you see these things when you came during the day?" More and more players entered the room, and everyone felt a bit scared at the sight of the cabinet full of mannequin heads, which were made too realistically, as if they were real.
"I was being targeted by a ghost and didn't have time to check the room," Li Guo'er had no need to deceive the players.
"Qianye, you stay and guard the hallway with some people, the rest of you get inside the room, and don't miss any clues." F's position in the team was even higher than Qiangwei's, and even the prisoners obeyed him.
One by one, candles were lit in the corners of the room, and the room where Number Eleven had once lived was slowly restored.
The room maintained the decoration style of the late last century and, coupled with long neglect, looked messy and dilapidated, like a patient whose memory was frozen and who could no longer care for himself.
