Chapter 77: The Second Empty Room

I still remember Ah Mei's words, although I don't know what is in the room, but listening to Ah Mei's tone and tone, it seems that the person who came is not good, and the qi in this room is like a hand seducing Fang Jun's already doubtful heart.

Unobedied, he walked towards the location of the second room.

The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, just touching the cold handle, Fang Jun's hand suddenly retracted as if electrocuted, and hurriedly looked up at the sides of the corridor, it was still just empty, only the door that was open in the distance, a warm light shone out from the hidden door, and the lamp tube above his head flickered.

"Scare yourself, it's really ......" It's nothing, Fang Jun sighed weakly, he was afraid that he hadn't seen it yet, but he was frightened by himself.

What was that?

Fang Jun's action of holding the handle stopped abruptly, he seemed to hear some strange sound coming from the room, he didn't feel that he leaned over his ears, leaned against the door, and listened to what happened in the room, but in exchange for silence.

"Neuropathy ......" Fang Jun rolled his eyes and turned the doorknob, but he didn't expect the door to be locked, and the door lock that he thought would be stuck was twisted open.

Only a 'click' was heard, the crisp sound of the latch as it unlatched, infinitely amplified in the silence of the room.

Squeak-

The door opened, Fang Jun reached in a hand, turned on the light tube, the white light quickly spread the entire room, Fang Jun stretched his head in, glanced at the furnishings of the room, and then walked sideways into the door.

The room is not big, you can see the side at a glance, there is no furnishings, only a huge bookcase is placed not far away, about the size of a wall, the ground is paved with a white floor, and the wall is also pink and white, as if entering a space that does not know the direction, if it is not for the color of the door is different, Fang Jun is afraid that it is an unknown thing.

"Good guy, so many books......" Fang Jun walked to the bookcase, it hadn't been opened yet, just through the transparent glass, he could see that the bookshelves were full of all kinds of colorful books, large and small, neatly stacked from high to low, and a small ladder leaned against the bookcase, dark brown sandalwood seemed to be inlaid on the pink and white wall.

When he wanted to open the cabinet, he just touched the handle and pulled it open, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, as if a hand had pressed the glass door back again, and Fang Jun was caught off guard, and Fang Jun suddenly let go.

Bang! It's terrifying.

Fang Jun was startled by this sudden gust of cold wind, so he turned his head, and the white curtains not far away were lifted by the wind, and bursts of cold air tightened the room along the undulating lines of the curtains, whirring.

"Amei didn't close the window for something, which really scared me. Fang Jun looked at the flickering window, and the fear just now calmed down, and he walked to the window, complaining to himself while closing the window.

The fluttering curtains reverted to their original appearance with the closed glass windows.

"There are so many good books, it seems that there is something to do in the future, anyway, it is boring here," Fang Jun looked at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock, thinking that there was still a game about to start today, he hurriedly walked out of the room, glanced at the bookcase that had reached the ceiling, didn't say much, and closed the door.

Bang dang!

Darkness and silence were restored to the room once more, and the cold moonlight pierced through the glass window wrapping up the floor of half of the room, but a figure suddenly appeared on the ground, winding, circling, suddenly stopped in the middle, raised its head, and a long letter locked from the deep of the mali, and disappeared without a trace.