Zhou Mingxiao's footsteps didn't stop as he pushed open a glass door and rushed into the warehouse hall.
The lighting here was poor, and as far as the eye could see, some corners and edges were shrouded in darkness, with boxes piled up all around, along with various bulky, hard-to-move decorations, and many bare, window mannequins.
Most of these display mannequins were defective, missing arms or legs, some hidden in the shadows, revealing only a blurred outline.
At this moment, Zhou Mingxiao felt a bit of regret; this place instinctively made him uneasy, but it was too late to regret now. The DV camera's display showed the ghost chasing after him, just passing through a dining area.
And Zhou Mingxiao clearly remembered that the dining area was not far from the warehouse he was in, just a short walk and a turn away.
From the beginning to the end, the ghost could always pinpoint his location, and with great precision.
