Chapter 200: The Old Factory District

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Despite feeling uneasy, I forced myself to follow Chu Wenjie into the building.

Once inside, the rusty scent intensified, and the dim lighting of the old factory area barely allowed one to make out a person's general features.

Chu Wenjie was dragging Zheng Qishan without speaking a word as we walked deeper into the facility. I followed his pace, glancing around, thinking that this place would yield off-the-charts viewership if it were used for a horror film shoot.

We quickly arrived at a room at the very back. Chu Wenjie pushed the door open, and the worn iron door made a grating screech that was painful to the ears.

Before I even stepped into the room, the pungent smell of rust was so overwhelming that I felt like vomiting. Seemingly sensing my discomfort, Chu Wenjie considerately pulled out a mask from his pocket and handed it to me, "Put this on. I felt the same way when I came here for the first time. You'll get used to it."