Chapter 37.2 ?

…Exit.

His numb heart lightly stirred at this word. He got up a bit hastily and began to check around the room.

After confirming that there was no change in the room, he finally turned his gaze slowly towards the closed door.

The door was a common bedroom door, but it was wrapped in heavy chains, with a padlock on the chain, and the keyhole had the iron wire he used to pry the door earlier.

His throat involuntarily moved. He slowly approached, first trying to forcibly open the door—unfortunately, through the crack in the door, he couldn’t see anything outside. There was no choice, he could only pick up the iron wire again and continue his previous lock-picking work.

The further he went, the more his hands shook, the more his movements became urgent. When the lock finally opened, he almost yanked the chains off in one go, moving too fast and even scratching his skin; just as he was about to push the door, he froze, paused for a moment, then cautiously turned the handle again.

Like approaching a dream that could be disturbed at any moment.

When the door opened, his expression completely changed.

Outside the door was a corridor.

A long corridor, lit with lights. He tentatively took a step outside, feeling the soft texture of the carpet underfoot.

He was out.

He really got out.

After a moment of daze, what followed was long-lost ecstasy. The strong emotion surged up almost instantly, so intense it choked him, rendering him unable to make any sound. He breathed rapidly, and his first reaction was to run outside. He stepped out but quickly returned, rushed to the computer, opened the notice again, and carefully reread it several times, wanting to engrave every detail in his mind.

“Urban Legend Demolition Office, follow the signs after getting out, look for the ones saying Demolition Office…”

He muttered, then rushed back to the door—he had even used a chair to block the door earlier, afraid it would close by itself while he was rereading the message.

Entering the corridor, he immediately became cautious, exploring carefully, his eyes scanning the walls. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for him to find a sign posted on the wall, each stroke clear and distinct.

Upon seeing the “Urban Legend Demolition Office” in the bottom right corner of the sign, his hanging heart finally relaxed a bit. He stopped immediately, not daring to walk around recklessly, and quietly waited in place.

After a while, a figure gradually approached. He held his breath, and after confirming that the person indeed had an Urban Legend Demolition Office work badge, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

…Comparatively, the person’s charred skin and unrecognizable face seemed much less important.

He remembered every word written on that notification and followed the staff obediently. On the other hand, his luck seemed quite good. After a few steps, the staff member seemed to recall something, turned around, and handed him a work badge and a pen.

The badge also read “Urban Legend Demolition Office,” with the position marked as a temporary worker. The name field was blank, requiring him to take the paper out of the plastic cover and write his name.

The rumored random reward. He stood in awe.

But he couldn’t think of a name. After pondering for a while, he decided to write “Sesame.”

Open, sesame, how auspicious.

After filling out the badge, he carefully put it on and continued to follow the staff. They went all the way down to the first floor. Just as they were about to enter the hall, he saw shadows moving from another direction, with a few more people approaching.

There were three people in total. The one in the front was also a charred-black staff member, followed by two young people, one male and one female.

He glanced at the two people’s chests. No badges.

A strange sense of pride surged within him. He subconsciously puffed out his chest and quickly followed his guide.

——On the other side. Watching the figure walking past her, Fang Xueqing was also a bit dumbfounded.

“Hey, Ling Guang.” She couldn’t help tugging the person beside her. “Do you think the one who just passed by is…”

“Yes.” Ling Guang responded in a slightly heavy voice, “It should be someone already affected.”

The figure walking away was covered in fuzz, hunched, with long arms hanging down, and from the back, excessively sharp black nails could be seen.

Clearly no longer human.

But he himself seemed to feel nothing. Fang Xueqing even sensed a bit of joy from him, perhaps just her imagination.

She slowly withdrew her gaze, slowed her pace slightly, and lowered her voice: “So, does that event notification include even the dead who are already trapped?”

Ling Guang seemed unsure about this as well. After a few seconds of silence, he hesitantly nodded. Fang Xueqing’s eyes grew more astonished: “So, what exactly is this Urban Legend Demolition Office… never mind.”

She pursed her lips and added: “Then what do you think, Brother Tang and Old Zhang…”

Could they have received the same information, also having the possibility of escape?

Ling Guang responded with an increasingly grave silence. After a while, he softly said: “Brother Tang might be able to.”

He didn’t mention Old Zhang, and Fang Xueqing didn’t ask further.

Both of them knew that Old Zhang was different from Tang Menglong. Tang Menglong was captured as prey, still possibly retaining consciousness, whereas Old Zhang was killed by humans as a sacrifice.

In fact, even if they thought more carefully, even Brother Tang might not receive it—the premise for escape is still “an entity,” but their organization’s requirement was to make themselves as not exist as possible after death.

After all, anything related to urban legends, as long as it “exists,” is a hidden danger that can be exploited by urban legends. Only complete disappearance is most beneficial to humans.

Because of this topic, the atmosphere between the two became heavy, leading to a period of silence. Until they were led by the staff back to the front desk.