Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1425: Chapter 889: Temptation (Part 2)

Chen Moting’s heart tightened, "Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong?"

Su Xiaomin swallowed nervously, shaking her head repeatedly, "No way, it has nothing to do with the lighting. I remember they were arranged very closely, but look now, you could fit two people between them."

The development of the situation had already exceeded Chen Moting’s expectations. She stared at the handle of the glass door in front of her and asked, "Was this door locked the last time you were here?"

"It was locked. We tried several times but couldn’t get it open." Su Xiaomin also knew the situation had changed and answered swiftly.

"You go, try to open the door." After thinking for a moment, Chen Moting commanded in a low voice.

Su Xiaomin panicked instantly, "Me?"

"Hurry up!"

Overwhelmed by Chen Moting’s authority, Su Xiaomin dared not disobey. She might not die if she encountered a Ghost, but if she offended Chen Moting, she was doomed.

She inexplicably developed a sense of dependence on Chen Moting, who had proven herself to be quite experienced. If not for Chen Moting controlling her not long ago, she might already have been dead, killed by a Ghost.

Su Xiaomin walked forward trembling, gritted her teeth, and moved swiftly, giving the door a fierce push, then immediately retreated in a few steps, like a scalded rabbit.

The next second, the door actually creaked open. As the corridor’s light poured into the room, the scene inside became much clearer.

It looked like a design studio, with a few tables placed inside, two large drawing boards standing by the wall, and five or six fashion mannequins standing in the innermost area.

Since some areas were still not illuminated, it was estimated that there were two or three more mannequins hidden, but this information differed from the ten-plus mannequins brought back by the previous team.

Several "mannequins" were missing, and what startled Chen Moting more was that not only had the door opened, but a black handprint also appeared near the handle behind the door.

This time, part of the black handprint was missing, as if chopped off or possibly burned away. Some black flakes, varying in size, were left behind beneath the exposed glass door, resembling pieces of charred flesh.

At this moment, Chen Moting knew she had encountered trouble. She initially thought the Ghost was outside, but now it seemed there was at least one Ghost hidden nearby in this area.

Closing the door, Chen Moting immediately took Su Xiaomin and left. With no time to search carefully, after passing six or seven doors, Chen Moting decisively chose this room on the right. freēwēbnovel.com

This seemed to be an office of a certain department, independently partitioned. The office had seven desks placed separately, with dividers underneath for easy concealment.

The office had lighting, but of the few lamps, only the one closest to the door was still barely working, emitting a dim light.

Behind the door were a few pots of long-dead green plants, withered so much that their original shapes were unrecognizable. Two large dark green file cabinets and a black, seemingly very sturdy safe stood by the wall.

After the two entered the room, they first inspected the place, confirming there were no issues. Only then did Chen Moting return to slowly close the outermost frosted glass door.

She wanted to lock it, but most of the doors that could be opened couldn’t be locked.

Quickly, Chen Moting found hiding spots for both herself and Su Xiaomin, forming a pincer formation. One hid in the gap between the file cabinet and the safe, while the other hid under a desk further inside.

Chen Moting chose the former position. Although it seemed more exposed, the view was better. From there, she could directly see the frosted glass door and part of Su Xiaomin’s hiding place.

In contrast, Su Xiaomin’s place was surrounded on three sides by desks. Although very concealed, her view was poor, unable to see Chen Moting or the situation at the glass door.

Of course, this was intentional by Chen Moting, making it easier for her to maintain the advantage.

If tonight turned out uneventful, so be it. But if they encountered an inextricable crisis, Su Xiaomin would just have to endure it.

The survival rate for new teammates was the lowest, partly due to the crisis in the mission, like a natural disaster, and partly due to exploitation and scheming from veteran teammates, which might as well be considered a human disaster.

Even if Su Xiaomin ended up sacrificed, veteran players like Chen Moting would feel no guilt.

After all, without the guidance of veteran players, these clueless newcomers would die anyway. If they must die, it’s better they die with some value.

Not long after the two settled in, an odd noise came from afar.

"Creak——"

"Creak——"

"Creak——"

Hearing this somewhat familiar sound, Chen Moting furrowed her brows. She recognized it came from the office area where they were previously hiding.

Moments later, Chen Moting immediately understood; she knew what the sound was about. It was the sound of an old printer, and coincidentally, there was one right next to the desk where they had hidden earlier.

Realizing this, cold sweat ran down Chen Moting’s back. Luckily, she moved one step ahead; otherwise... they would have been found by now.

In such a situation, being found by a Ghost means death, the only difference being whether it would be one dying or all of them.

"Gurgle gurgle"

"Gurgle gurgle"

Soon, there came the sound of a heavy object being pushed, a heavy chair with wheels, pushed by some unknown force, which was quite strong.