In the next room.
Holden stood before the wall, tracing the engraved patterns with his fingers.
Confused, he turned to Bennett.
âIs there someone next door? Could Moss have imprisoned someone else here?â
âThatâs impossible.
The fourth basement level only consists of rooms for resting.
Itâs not meant for locking people up,â Bennett said, shaking his head.
Despite brushing off Holdenâs concern, Bennett was lost in thought, frowning.
It was exceptionally odd.
Typically, only he and the late Rohan would visit this metal house.
How could there possibly be someone else here?
Moreover, Moss was notoriously secretive and cautious.
Whom else could he possibly trust?
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As Bennett pondered, his thoughts raced through known associates, searching for any link to Moss.
Meanwhile, Holden attempted to talk to the unseen neighbor through the wall.
After receiving no reply, he tapped the surface again and listened intently.
The person on the other side also tapped on the wall in response.
It appeared the wall was soundproof.
Considering Bennettâs insights and the sounds from the wall, Holden decided to go out to investigate further, hoping to uncover useful clues.
Bennett joined him.
But to their astonishment, there was no room next to theirs, just a corridor.
Standing in the center of the broad corridor, the chill of the air struck Holden and Bennett.
Sensing something was off, they swiftly returned to the room and tapped the wall once more.
The response from the other side was immediate.
Hearing the clear response again left Holden perplexed.
He said, âThereâs definitely someone next door, so why was there no room when we looked?â
He wasnât alone in his confusion.
Even Bennett, who was Mossâ nephew, was baffled by the situation.
Meanwhile, Adrian and Ariana were convinced that the person next door was trapped by Moss, just Like them.
After realizing this, Adrian gave up on his search for escape mechanisms.
He sat down on the floor and began tapping rhythms on the wall.
To his surprise, the person on the other side
mirrored his beats perfectly.
Impressed by their rhythmic skill, Adrian began tapping out more complex sequences.
The rhythmic exchange continued, with Adrian setting a pattern and the other side mimicking it flawlessly.
Then, the roles would reverse, each challenging the other with intricate beats.
It seemed neither wanted to stop.
Ariana, observing from a distance with a hand on her forehead, felt resigned.
She admired Adrianâs ability to find joy under such distressing circumstances.
Adrian was having a great time and even asked Ariana to join them.
But Ariana refused him and kept on searching for clues.
As Ariana scoured the area, her attention was drawn to the wall, sensing something unusual about it.
Approaching, she checked the wall and the lamp that had fallen from the wall.
She quickly recognized the lampâs unique design-it was adorned with strands of some mysterious dried grass that looked like severed heads.
Next to it was a specific groove, which seemed purposeful.
Ariana kept searching for clues, and suddenly, as she moved a wall socket, its casing turned, revealing a shape that perfectly matched the groove on the wall lamp.