Following Lu Youdao, they arrived at a door at the end of the hallway—an old iron door, with lingering rust at its corners. Yang Xiao held his breath, not daring to slacken for a moment, with a sense that behind this door lay the Director's secrets.
Lu Youdao stretched out his hand and with just a light push, "creak—", the door opened to reveal a dim room.
Yang Xiao couldn't help but be stunned; he didn't expect such an important door... to actually be unlocked. He knew that nearly every door here was locked, as each hid secrets not meant for outsiders.
Lu Youdao stepped inside and felt around the wall behind the door. Accompanied by a "click," a dim light lit up the small room where a solitary old light bulb dangled from the ceiling on a black wire, the only source of illumination.
