Chen Ge had encountered many crazy murderers in his life, and Ying Chen was not the most cunning nor the most dangerous of them all, but he was the one with the greatest desire to show off his work. Chen Ge’s key issue was, in the world behind the door, this was a world made from Ying Tong’s memories. His elder brother, Ying Chen, should represent some kind of inner fear that he could never escape or shake loose. The noise from the old elevator soon halted. It seemed to have stopped on the ground floor. “I am unable to confirm his exact location. This places me in such a disadvantaged position.”
“This is such a strange man. We’d better stay away from him,” one of the other boys said. “Let’s go and find Ying Tong. I like to play hide and seek with him the most. We will never need to worry about him cheating in the game.”
He lost his hold on the backpack, and Chen Ge careened down the steps with the backpack cushioning part of his fall. Jolts of pain came from all parts of his body. Chen Ge shielded his head and gritted his teeth as the pain slowly passed. Ignoring everything else, he quickly climbed up from the ground and held onto his backpack for dear life.
“No wonder he keeps his eyes closed? In the eyes of these people behind the door, I have been keeping my eyes closed, huh? If that is the case, what am I supposed to do to open them?”
