"Listen, what sound is that?"
The three were packing their bags in delight when Zhang Su suddenly raised his hand to signal the two women to pause and tilted his ear towards the door.
"Brother Su, it sounds like the elevator?"
Zhong Xiaoshan glanced nervously at the door.
Zhang Su's expression tightened. Grabbing a case of bottled water he hadn't had time to pack, he dashed across the blood-stained entrance, opened the door abruptly after confirming through the peephole that the hallway was clear.
Buzzing buzzing...
In the quiet apartment unit, the sound of the elevator's operation was particularly clear.
Red numbers: 7, 8, 9...
"Someone's using the elevator downstairs!"
From the timing, Zhang Su was certain the elevator wasn't starting upwards from the sixth floor; if it were, it wouldn't be moving just one floor after this time!
"Forgive my unbridled life, never fearing... ooh, ooh!"
