In the quiet bedroom, not a breath of wind, the air seemed to choose silence at this moment.
No shadow appeared in the half-opened door, seemingly, everything was just a small joke.
Little Drilling Wind turned his head to look at Qian Cangyi, his eyes filled with confusion.
Qian Cangyi shook his head, his attention still fixed on the doorway.
In this way, about 10 seconds passed.
"It seems 'it' has already entered the next loop through the bedroom door. Anyway, we have to speed up." Qian Cangyi voiced his thoughts.
"The sofa." Little Drilling Wind pointed at the door with his right hand.
"Let's go check it out." Qian Cangyi nodded.
The two came to the living room, moved the sofa, then carefully inspected the floor, but did not find the entrance to the basement.
Qian Cangyi bit his lip, scanned the living room, his mind constantly pondering.
