That clump of what appeared to be long black hair was nestled in the cracks of the brown floor, difficult to make out clearly even with Jiang Baimian's eyesight without getting closer.

Aside from that, there was nothing particularly noteworthy in the visible area of the living room. Any furniture of value had vanished, leaving behind only stains to prove their former existence.

All of this indicated that Room 302, Building 4 had not been spared by relic hunters. They had not only visited but thoroughly ransacked the place, leaving with a bountiful haul.

According to normal logic, it would be reasonable to deduce that there was nothing eerie here.

However, after the "Old Task Force's" experiences with Jiang Xiaoyue and the "Crystal Consciousness Church," and with Shang Jianyao's creation of anomalies that defied reason in a certain psychological shadow using the contents of a medical record from the Ironworks ruins, they had long regarded Room 302 of Building 4 in the Family Area as a dragon's lair. They would not be so easily "convinced."

There were not so many coincidences in this world!

"I remember that the relevant information didn't mention any haunting rumors about the Ironworks ruins, nor did any relic hunters point out that the Family Area had any particularly dangerous places..." Jiang Baimian did not enter Room 302 rashly, recalling the information.

Shang Jianyao's tone suddenly turned sinister:

"Maybe the relic hunters who ransacked this room didn't have any problems on the surface at the time. But after returning, they went their separate ways, and one by one, they died quietly.

"They were scattered in different places, and no one connected their deaths to the Ironworks ruins, Room 302 of Building 4..."

"..." Jiang Baimian chuckled wryly. "There's no need to tell ghost stories. I'm not Xiaohong; I'm not afraid of that."

After saying that, she "hmm"-ed, evaluating Shang Jianyao's narrative:

"It's not impossible.

"Therefore, we can't be reckless."

"The reckless one has already been restrained by us," Shang Jianyao said smugly.

Jiang Baimian glanced at him, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said:

"Xiaobai, Xiaohong, go around to the back of Building 4, climb up to the third-floor balcony, and take a look at more of the area from the outside, but don't go in."

"Okay," Bai Chen replied quickly.

She strapped on her military exoskeleton and, together with Long Yuehong, crossed through the newly green grass, arriving at the back of Building 4.

"I'll do it," Long Yuehong identified the location of Room 302 and volunteered.

Bai Chen did not object, only reminding him:

"Be careful."

"Mmm," Long Yuehong’s courage grew stronger as he walked to the outer wall of Building 4.

He had planned to climb up using the water pipes, gas pipes, and other facilities, but discovered that these had been removed by relic hunters driven mad by "poverty."

Most of them were metal!

Unable to do anything else, Long Yuehong extended his right palm.

His T1-type mechanical arm had suction cup functions.

After the iron-black metal in the corresponding position rotated downwards, the middle sections of the mechanical hand's five fingers and the palm root area each popped out a special suction cup.

Relying on them, as well as his left hand gripping the cracks and protrusions on the outer wall, Long Yuehong "swam" upwards like a gecko.

Soon, he arrived outside the balcony of Room 302.

The buildings in the Ironworks ruins, even in the Old World, should have been quite old, so the balconies of the residences here were all fully enclosed, with their own protective railings.

Of course, only small sections connecting to the concrete remained of the metal railings; the rest had been sawed off and carried out of the ruins by the relic hunters.

In a sense, it was like a plague of locusts.

Through the broken glass, Long Yuehong looked inside.

The living room, with its brown floor, contained only some dust, stains, and garbage; there were no items worthy of attention.

If it weren't for the difficulty of prying up the floor, and that it was only useful for making fire, the relic hunters might not have spared even that.

Long Yuehong had always been cautious, which was reflected in his work as being a little slow, but thorough enough.

After not finding any problems at a glance, he still examined it back and forth several times before picking up the walkie-talkie and reporting:

"Team Leader, there's nothing in the living room."

Jiang Baimian habitually asked another question, even learning the varieties of the garbage, before giving a new order:

"Move to the side and take a look at the situation in the bedroom."

She was well aware of the functions of Long Yuehong's T1-type mechanical arm.

Thus, Long Yuehong moved sideways, slowly climbing to the window of the master bedroom.

Caution was paramount, so he didn't stand on the narrow, foot-holding space but stealthily poked his head towards the messy glass window.

Exposed to wind, rain, sun, and more rain, the glass of the master bedroom window had long been filthy. Looking at anything through it felt like peering through a heavy layer of gray gauze, making it impossible to see clearly.

Fortunately, relic hunters had already visited this place, and the glass was riddled with holes. Long Yuehong made slight adjustments and used a sizable hole to cast his gaze into the room.

The first thing that caught his eye was a 1.8-meter double bed.

The four-piece set used on the bed was bright red, embroidered with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, with some parts already faded.

Those hunters didn't take the quilt? Long Yuehong was surprised.

In the Ashlands, in the wilderness, quilts were also a form of hard currency.

How could this have been spared by that swarm of "locusts"?

Long Yuehong frowned slightly, and with a sense of puzzlement, he adjusted his position again, allowing himself to see the headboard area.

Suddenly, he swayed, almost losing his balance.

He saw two snow-white skulls!

The two skulls each leaned against a pillow. The bodies connected to the cervical vertebrae were covered by the bright red quilt, and it was not known whether they existed or not!

If they did, they would be two skeletons sleeping on the bed in the master bedroom of Room 302.

Long Yuehong composed himself and quickly reported his observations to Jiang Baimian.

Holding the walkie-talkie, Jiang Baimian turned her head to look at Shang Jianyao, muttering to herself:

"There are still bedsheets and quilts left in the master bedroom, and there are two skeletons lying on the bed..."

"Were the relic hunters who came before all blind?" Shang Jianyao said with a look of "shock."

Jiang Baimian rolled her eyes at him:

"What do you think?"

Shang Jianyao immediately changed his tune:

"Could it be that they all believe in 'Shattered Mirrors'?"

Saying that, Shang Jianyao opened his arms, tilted his body slightly, and looked towards the air:

"Everywhere is a dream, why take it seriously?"

"It seems that there is indeed something strange about Room 302," Jiang Baimian gave up discussing with Shang Jianyao.

She thought for a moment and said:

"It's not a solution to stay outside all the time. Give me the original medical record; I'll try to enter the master bedroom.

"You stay at the door, keep an eye on my back, and be prepared for accidents."

Shang Jianyao did not volunteer but took out the folded original medical record.

After Jiang Baimian took it, she started walking.

Just then, someone tapped her shoulder.

Jiang Baimian tensed up and turned around, ready to strike, only to find that it was Shang Jianyao who had done it.

Before she could ask, Shang Jianyao pointed diagonally ahead and said in a low voice:

"You, go, wrong..."

"..." Jiang Baimian then realized that she had been too quick and had almost rushed into Room 301.

She suppressed her emotions, not allowing herself to become an ostrich, and slowly exhaled.

"I should go in; otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to find the master bedroom in a short time," Shang Jianyao stroked his chin with one hand and reached out with the other.

Jiang Baimian's reason told her that such an embarrassing situation could indeed occur.

She quickly adjusted her mood and nodded as if nothing had happened:

"Okay.

"I'll watch your back."

Shang Jianyao did not move forward immediately but took off his tactical backpack and put the "Six Senses Beads" on his left wrist.

Then, he threw the "Angel of Life" necklace to Jiang Baimian.

Jiang Baimian didn't ask why, knowing that this was to strengthen the strength of the responder and reserve a backup plan.

Just as she caught the silver pendant, her left arm suddenly felt heavy and lost sensation.

"As expected, the price always implies cognitive flaws. My bio-prosthetic limb has also been paralyzed..." Jiang Baimian muttered, tossing the "Angel of Life" necklace into the air and catching it again.

This time, the price became paralysis of her right hand.

For Jiang Baimian, this was bearable.

Wearing the "Six Senses Beads" and holding the original medical record, Shang Jianyao started walking.

Before entering, he politely knocked on the door.

Of course, since there was no door, he could only pretend that a door existed there.

Stepping into the living room, Shang Jianyao saw the same situation as Long Yuehong had described earlier.

After a brief inspection, he walked step by step towards the master bedroom.

The master bedroom also no longer had a door, only the stubborn door frame was still hanging there.

Shang Jianyao suddenly raised his left palm wearing the "Six Senses Beads" and made a low sound:

"Namo Amituofo."

After reciting the Buddhist chant, he straightened his body, approached the doorway, and cast his gaze inside.

This one look caused the calm and rational Shang Jianyao to be a bit stunned:

There was indeed a broken bed in the master bedroom, but it was only covered with a plastic film full of holes. Where were the bright red bedsheets and quilt, where were the auspicious dragons and phoenixes and two skulls!

Shang Jianyao picked up the walkie-talkie and informed Jiang Baimian and the others of his discovery.

Long Yuehong outside the window simply couldn't believe it, because he could still see the red bed now.