The art studio only had one door, shaped in an irregular form, without any windows designed for the hallway, so one couldn't see inside the studio from the outside at all.
Located on the second floor of the arts building, the studio sat squarely in the middle, neither at the top nor the bottom.
No lights were on in the hallway, with only strands of sunlight filtering through the window at the end of the corridor, casting a sliver of brightness into the abyss.
The place where they stood was as shadowy as hell itself.
Qi Ming furrowed his brows, surveying the eerie surroundings, "Why is this place so creepy?"
After he said this, he realized that Wen Qiao, Shi Koufan, and the cameraman following them had all fallen into an unspoken silence, standing still and staring behind him.
If not for the blinking red light on the camera lens, Qi Ming would have almost mistaken them for wax figures.
"Why aren't you all speaking?"
"....."
No one responded to him.
