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At that moment, elder Liu stepped forward. Although his expression was filled with unease, he remained much calmer than the others. He spoke softly to me and Lu Fan, “You should stop. Some things are beyond your understanding. The influence of the cult has never completely vanished; the power within this building still exists. Those who have disappeared did not do so without reason.”
elder Liu's words struck my heart like a heavy stone. I looked at him, trying to find more answers in his expression. His brow was furrowed, his eyes filled with helplessness and fear, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he had much to say but could not find the words. With a deep sigh, he shook his head, signaling us to cease our inquiries. As he turned to leave, his back appeared burdened and resigned, as if carrying countless unspoken secrets.
Lu Fan and I exchanged a helpless glance. Our investigation had not unraveled the mysteries of this building; instead, it had heightened the residents' fears to an extreme. It was as if they were trapped by some invisible force, and our relentless probing was like tearing off the scabs of their long-healed wounds, exposing their deep-seated traumas.
Returning home, my mood was heavy. The fear surrounding this building seemed omnipresent; whether day or night, the whispers and the despair in the residents' eyes suffocated me. I knew this was not the end but merely a beginning. The true secrets lay hidden in those unknown shadows, and we had unwittingly become part of this mysterious game.
“Lu Fan, we need to think of other ways; perhaps we should seek help from outside,” I said to Lu Fan. As I spoke those words, I felt a surge of hesitation within me. Seeking external assistance meant exposing the building's secrets to more people and facing even greater unknown risks. But I understood that without such help, our power was too insignificant, and the whispers and shadows of fear were already beginning to consume my life. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to muster courage; this had to end, no matter the cost.
Lu Fan looked at me and after a moment of silence nodded slightly. “Maybe you’re right; we can’t face these unknowns alone. We need to find someone to help us—whether it’s the police or other experts—we must find a way to unravel these mysteries.”
We exchanged glances; Lu Fan’s brow furrowed slightly, yet his gaze was resolute. He said nothing more but nodded gently as if he had made up his mind. I took a deep breath, feeling the moisture in my palms, but clenched my fists for strength. In that moment, we communicated silently, both understanding that no matter how dangerous the path ahead might be, we would face it together. Turning back was no longer an option; although the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, we had to confront it head-on because it was our only choice.
Finally, Lu Fan and I successfully entered the basement at the end of the hallway. It was filled with abandoned ritual tools and talismans—clear remnants of cult activities. The walls were covered with strange symbols; some had faded but still emanated an eerie aura. Scattered on the ground were metal implements that seemed to have been used in rituals, and the air was thick with an indescribable mustiness mixed with rust. With every step I took, a strong sense of unease washed over me as if some malevolent force still lingered here.
Lu Fan held a flashlight carefully scanning the room; its beam appeared small and powerless against the darkness. I followed closely behind, my heartbeat echoing in sync with the creaking floorboards beneath my feet. Each step sounded like a reminder that we were unwelcome intruders in this place.
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