Without thinking about it, I just went in circles and walked straight to the stairs on the third floor, when my hand was on the handrail of the staircase.
A cool breath that seemed to be about to penetrate into the skin began to drill into the skin along the palm of my hand.
The chill made me shiver slightly, this kind of cold must be abnormal, the weather is not so cold now.
Moreover, the palm of a person's hand is warm, and I feel like I am touching a lump of ice that has been frozen outside for 39 days.
The coolness in the palms of my hands has continued, my body is not bad, my hands and feet are often warm, not like many girls, the weather is a little colder, and my hands and feet will become cold.
I've been clutching the handrail for more than half a minute, but it's getting cooler and cooler, and it's not getting any warmer because I'm holding it.
Just upstairs, I told myself this.
Nervous now except nervous or nervous But I'm still going to go up, I've already reached the second floor, and I can't turn around and go downstairs because I'm nervous With a bang, I lifted my leg and lowered it lightly, placed it on the first staircase to the third floor, and walked up step by step The temperature began to drop, and it was noticeable that I was taking shallow, short breaths, and each time I was able to exhale a cool breath with frost.
I didn't have much clothes on my body, and I was starting to feel my body tremble a little.
One reason was nervousness, and the other reason was that I thought the cold air was really chilling me I usually go upstairs at the same speed as a rabbit, but this time it was only thirty stairs, but I walked for a few minutes.
I thought I was afraid of being like this With my speed, even if those spirits rush out, I should be able to react and turn around and run downstairs.
At least I can guarantee that I won't get hurt, I don't know what's wrong today, I feel like my hair is about to explode.
The only explanation is that there are too many spirits upstairs, and maybe another ghost hunter would have felt the same way I did I soothed my uneasy emotions in my heart, and although the angle was slow, it didn't stay.
I finally finished all the stairs and stood firmly on the flat bottom of the third floor, the air was cold enough that a normal person could feel strange.
I adjusted my mood and walked towards the door of the first room near the stairs, this time without twisting the doorknob with my hands.
Since I can already be sure that those souls are on the third floor, there must be one of the four rooms here on the third floor that imprisons those souls.
If I twist the doorknob with my bare hands, I may also get hit, which is a very dangerous move.
I used the cloth strap I carried with me to wrap it around the wound so that my hand would not directly touch the doorknob, and in an instant I opened the first door and quickly bounced it open Nothing At the second door, I did the same thing as I did just now Open the door in an instant and pop open quickly Or nothing There are still two rooms, and my heart rate can reach one hundred and two now, and I feel that the shallow breathing has begun to make my brain a little deprived of oxygen.
Footsteps came to the third room, in fact, I now have a rough result in my mind, there are four rooms in total, the first two are not, then the third room should also be none.
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