Gao Yuan reached out and grabbed the handle on the door.
I don't know if it was because of the existence of "the last" that he couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment, his breathing followed his heartbeat, and a thin layer of sweat broke out in his palms.
Fortunately, wearing leather gloves will not cause slippery hands.
Obviously the two rooms were also very tense before, but they haven't reached this point yet.
He twisted slightly down.
"Click."
With a soft sound, the handle was twisted, and the door quietly opened a crack inside.
No lock!
So, is it empty like the last room, or is it hiding something else?
Now this thin gap can't be seen clearly.
Gao Yuan pushed open the door.
His sense of smell is neither good nor bad.
There must have been a lot of people who had accidents in the cultural center, and the surrounding area was filled with a dusty smell that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, mixed with a bit of decay, which wasn't too fresh at first.
Now the smell in the opened room seems to be similar to this.
There is no particularly strong rancid smell.
When the door was opened halfway, Gao Yuan saw almost the same room layout as before.
On the reddish-brown solid wood desk, there is also a laptop and several documents.
The computer's screen was turned up, but it was not lit.
The folders that were taken out separately from the side were also opened, and it could be seen that the owner of the office before the accident was still sitting there recording the data on the materials.
Generally speaking, this office does not look messy. Even the ground he saw from the half-opened door did not leave any eye-catching bloodstains or dropped office utensils.
This doesn't look like the scene after someone fights a zombie.
Gao Yuan's extremely tense mood was finally able to relax a little bit, and he was not so frightened as when he opened the door that he was afraid that even the sound of breathing would make him jump up.
He pushed the door open a little more, but he still didn't hear any sound, and then he stepped in carefully.
On the quiet third floor, no other voices can be heard.
He was like a child who secretly ordered takeaway late at night without telling his parents who were sleeping at home, and went out on tiptoe to meet the deliveryman at the door. Overheard by someone or something.
Entering the house, he looked around, but there was nothing.
The chair at the desk is empty.
The filing cabinets next to it are also in good condition, and there is no sign of being knocked over.
Huh!
Gao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and took a small step to the right.
His mind has automatically imagined the scene of the day when the accident happened.
The owner of the three offices upstairs, the one in the first one was not on duty that day, so he didn't come to work, and the door didn't open.
However, the duty personnel from the second and third offices came and were still processing the files on the computer when the accident happened.
When they heard the screams and cries from downstairs, they walked out of the room, looked at each other, and then decided to go downstairs together to see what was going on, and at the same time ordered the security personnel of the cultural center to rush to the scene to maintain order.
Who knows, there is no chance to come back after this trip.
Gao Yuan sighed, feeling that the people behind were following up, and couldn't help but want to reach out to pat Liu Caili: "Fortunately, we were lucky at that time, in huh?"
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