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I leaned against the wall and looked up the corridor. There was no sign of Mao Wang anywhere in the hallway. However, on the wall directly opposite the entrance, there was a silhouette of a person. The silhouette was dark, resembling a mark left by fire.
As my fingers touched the wall, I felt a rough texture, as if it were made of stone. The imprint appeared quite blurry, but it was clear that it depicted a tall man with a hunched back, his hands covering his face, stained with blood. It looked as if he was struggling, painfully fighting against something.
Unable to resist, I reached out and gently touched it. The moment my fingers made contact with the edge of the imprint, a burning sensation shot through my fingertips. Is this... Mao Wang? Is he dead? If that were not the case, it wouldn't make sense...
He had it coming! But this kind of death is too easy for that devil!
A few seconds later, a crisp "ding" echoed through the corridor. It was completely different from what I felt before; this "ding" was exceptionally clear, as if it came from another world. Immediately after, a blue light flickered into existence, illuminating the dim corridor.
Suddenly, I realized something and turned to look—indeed, that blue light seemed to have traversed space, ethereal and indistinct. Is... is the ritual complete? Did I complete it? The passage to that world has finally opened again.
I remained rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.
"Is this it?"
I froze, slowly turning my head to look at the other side of the corridor.
Under the blue light, everything seemed so unreal. I stared at the corridor for a long time before I could barely recognize that it was the path I had just walked.
It was also the direction that Mao Wang had taken earlier.
So, I succeeded.
In the end, it was truly me who completed the ritual and opened the passage to another world.
I stood there in a daze, my mind in chaos.
Those bones...
Those who died in the house...
Those victims who lost their lives because of Mao Wang's madness.
What should be done about them?
They should have had beautiful lives, families, friends, jobs...
They should have been alive.
Now, they had become corpses, mere bones. How could I explain all of this to the outside world?
I closed my eyes and fell into deep thought.
I couldn't just leave like this.
If I left, what would happen to them?
Their families, their friends—shouldn't they know how they died?
Shouldn't justice be served for them?
But how could I tell this story? Who would believe me?
Who would believe that the chairman of Umbrella Corporation, a corporate giant in Binhai City, is a madman who killed many people, gouged out their eyes, and dissected their organs just to complete an utterly evil ritual?
I let out a long sigh.
Regardless of everything, I must give those victims an explanation.
How should I explain this to the outside world?
"What should I do?" I whispered to myself.
I can't just leave like this.
Those who have died... their families, friends, they have the right to know what happened.
I clenched my fists; no matter what, I had to give them an explanation.
I took out my phone and glanced at it; sure enough, there was no signal.
It was impossible to contact the outside world.
The only phone that could connect with the outside world disappeared along with Mao Wang.
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