This children's dormitory was somewhat different from the previous ones.
It wasn't that it looked different from the other dormitories, so much as one could feel an eerie and chilling sense of grudge emanating from this one.
But Beichuan Si didn't care about that.
After discovering that the door wouldn't open normally, a grim energy surged within him, and he simply kicked the door open.
BANG!!!!!
The door fell down, and Beichuan Si entered the room with a flashlight in hand.
The room wasn't very large, but it was big enough to comfortably accommodate four children.
Directly opposite the door was a window with a cross frame.
Under the window, there was a large low desk, apparently for use by Changchuan and the others who lived here.
On each side of the desk stood a wooden bunk bed, two layers each.
By the bed on the right, some of their drawings and small art projects were still attached, mostly rounded heads of little people.
Beichuan Si approached the desk.