Not only did he hear it clearly this time, but he was also very sure that the voice came from the room next to him.
He stood up directly, opened the door, and strode out of the room.
In the dimly lit corridor, he glanced left and right, turned around and walked to the door of the next room. The heavy iron door for cruise ships in front of him was firmly locked. A string of arms as thick as the door handle locked the door tightly.
The locked chains are also particularly conspicuous.
"This door hasn't been opened in more than ten years."
An old voice suddenly sounded faintly behind him.
Lu Fan suddenly turned around, only to see Po Meng, dressed in gray cloth, standing behind him at some point. On her wrinkled face, a pair of cloudy eyes were staring at him.
"Ah, Po Meng."
Lu Fan was shocked and broke out in cold sweat: "You haven't slept yet."
Since his strength fell to half-step master level, his sensitivity to the surrounding environment has become far less sensitive than before.
Even if someone appears behind him, he can't notice it at all.
"This room has not been opened for more than ten years. If you have nothing to do, go back to the room. Don't run around outside again. Be careful of encountering any unclean things."
Po Meng's voice was hoarse and low, which in this dim corridor only added to the gloomy atmosphere of the surrounding environment.
Lu Fan swallowed his saliva: "Are you sure no one has entered for more than ten years? Why is the door of this room locked with a chain? Why do I feel like you are not guarding people from outside and not letting them in, but don't want to
Let what’s inside come out?”
A hint of sinisterness suddenly flashed through Meng Po's cloudy eyes: "This is not something you have to worry about. Go back to your own room. Be careful if someone goes missing on the ship. No one can find you."
After leaving these words that were both advice and threats, Po Meng turned around and gradually disappeared into the corridor.
Lu Fan stood in front of the iron door and hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door of another room, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The door opens.
Dongfang Yanran was still wearing the gray sportswear, and her beautiful eyes looked at Lu Fan curiously: "Why didn't you sleep? Is something wrong?"
In the obscure and gloomy environment, Dongfang Yanran's stunningly beautiful face was like tearing open the first ray of morning light before dawn. In this environment, she looked bright and bright, and Lu Fan's somewhat depressed mood suddenly became clear.