Folding the umbrella and leaning it against the door, Yu Xing smoothed down her black T-shirt and khaki work pants. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the rusty, heavy iron gate.,The process is clichéd, just like a low-quality horror novel, and the talk is full of unfounded urban legends—usually made up by marketing accounts for traffic, with extremely low credibility.,Assistant Yu Xingjian was already at the door about to leave. He stared at the ground for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Assistant Hao, it’s getting cold, your jacket seems a bit thin, wouldn’t you be cold”。