Chapter 31 A century-old haunted house

　　The implications in Ah Jing's words were actually quite terrifying, but Ah Jing didn't feel a shred of fear. Instead, there was a sense of excitement about the unknown.　　I sighed, realizing that in this regard, I was inferior to Ah Jing.　　I stared at the girl in the video. She had actually been following me, and I hadn't even noticed.　　Although I couldn't see her face, from her back, I already knew who she was.　　She was the mysterious girl wearing a mask whom I had once seen in the elevator.　　Suddenly, my eyes widened. I quickly rewound or fast-forwarded the video, selecting multiple shots of the girl's back to look at.　　Looking at these backs, I couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, feeling a chill run down my spine.　　"Jay, what's wrong?" Ah Jing looked at me with concern, noticing the unease on my face.　　I took a deep drag on my cigarette and stared at the video, saying, "Look, why isn't th