Qin Ye stopped right in front of the washroom and glanced straight at the door. A spot of golden light appeared within his pupil.

Fwoosh… Everything in his eyes turned completely monochromatic. Everything within a radius of ten meters around him became clear as day. The rest of the carriages beyond that appeared grainy and hazy. The door to the washroom opened slowly with a soft creak.

And a third colour appeared right before his very eyes.

Red. The colour of blood!

The entire washroom was stained red with blood!

There were discarded heels, broken cell phones, and even clumps of hair that were drifting in pools of blood. They haven’t had the time to clean up the bloody mess in the washroom just yet!

The walls were covered with scratch marks, almost as though someone had been clawing desperately at the door in a feeble attempt at escaping a monster. This was no different from a scene right out of a horror movie, and yet the entire carriage of passengers were completely oblivious to the fact that something so horrific was but a door away from them!

Pak! A hand suddenly appeared right in front of his face. The attendant had stormed right back in her heels, darting right in front of her door and slamming it shut, “Sir? What’s the matter?”

Her voice was trembling.

She was clearly preventing Qin Ye from entering the washroom.

That said, her body language spoke volumes about how repulsed she was by the presence of this particular washroom....