Through the narrow and cramped corridor, there is a fishy smell all around.

This clubhouse is not generally dilapidated. Along the way, it is full of rotten and moldy walls, and the roof is even leaking and dripping. Under the reflection of incandescent lamps around it, it seems to have a sense of horror movies.

They stopped in front of a small iron gate. The woman reached out and entered the password. The iron gate answered and opened. She pushed the door open and a strong light ...