Chapter 473: Weiba, Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here With You

The smarter a person was, the prouder they were at their core. Yang Chen craved a clear victory—even just once, it would be proof of something.

"I disagree." Lao Zhou was the first to speak up. "When we came in, we agreed we were a team. Now something goes wrong and you immediately put on a different face? Don't you think what you said was a bit much?"

"Lao Zhou…" Duan Yue gave everyone an apologetic smile and tugged lightly at Lao Zhou's sleeve. It seemed that in daily life, Lao Zhou was an impulsive, deeply principled sort—the kind of person this sort of thing happened to all the time—and she, as his girlfriend, was already used to it.

"I also think we can't just leave those two behind." The speaker was Xiao Li. Since he had also entered as a solo visitor without a group to look after him, he was worried that if something happened to him, he might end up like Fan Dade—abandoned without a second thought.

"I'm just stating my own view. As for what we actually do, the minority should follow the majority." Yang Chen raised his hand. "I think we should go back to the crossroads and pick a different passage."

After he spoke, Wang Yan and Li Xue beside him both raised their hands.

"That's only three. Now—who agrees to go find the chef and his brother? Raise your hand." Lao Zhou raised his own hand first. A moment later, Duan Yue and Xiao Li raised theirs—also three in agreement. "You lot, stop wasting time. Make your decision quickly."

"Going to find the chef is fine, but what this medical student says makes sense too." Bai Qiu Lin put forward a third option. "I also suggest we find the chef, but we can't take the same route the chef took."

He looked over to A-Nan. "What do you guys think?"

A-Nan had been thinking it over. Finally, he turned to Lao Zhou. "We're a whole unit. Fracturing the group from within only weakens us. So I'm also choosing to go find the chef."

He and Hu Ya both raised their hands.

"Five to three. Let's move out." As he counted the heads, A-Nan suddenly realized something. He looked left and right. "Wait! Where's Weiba?!"

"Is she still inside the room?"

Several of them turned and ran back into the warehouse, stepping over scattered junk and squeezing through crowded shelves. They searched every corner of the warehouse but couldn't find a trace of Weiba.

"Where is she?!"

"She was right behind us just now!"

Darkness had fallen—not two people missing, but three.

An indescribable chill crept up each of their bodies. They stood rooted in place, some already wavering in their hearts.

They had prepared for everything, but they had barely set foot inside before the squad was down by a quarter. How were they supposed to keep going?

"A living person can't just vanish into thin air. There has to be a hidden passage in this room!" A-Nan refused to give up. "The haunted house owner wouldn't build something completely useless."

"Maybe Weiba discovered the room's secret, triggered some mechanism, and fell into a hidden passage?" Hu Ya racked her memory for where Weiba had been standing last. She walked over to the printer, looked at its blinking indicator light, then lowered her gaze and spotted several sheets of paper on the floor.

"I don't remember there being this many sheets before." She crouched down and gathered them all up.

The first few pages showed only a vague outline. Only the very last page had three words written on it: **Look Back!**

Just three simple words, yet in this particular setting they carried an entirely different kind of dread.

"So Weiba really did find something. But how did she trigger the mechanism? And where is it?"

Hu Ya held the papers that had fallen out of the printer and looked at the machine itself. "Is it connected to this thing?"

She waved the others over, and together they moved the printer aside.

On the wall that the printer had been hiding, they saw a deep, dark hole leading who knew where.

The edges of the hole were wildly irregular, as if someone had dug it out by hand, bit by bit.

"Weiba?"