Sure enough.
The elevator traveled down from Floor [-6]. When it reached Floor [-20], it stopped again.
The doors opened.
A warehouse packed with cardboard boxes came into view.
The cardboard boxes were enormous, just like the shipping containers at a dock. The gray boxes bore no symbols or markings, and there was no way to tell whether they contained anything.
The boxes were stacked layer upon layer, partitioning the floor and leaving only narrow paths wide enough for one person to pass through.
"The lights on this floor are very bright."
"Doesn't seem like it..."
Liu Kun tried to analyze the situation based on his usual experience, but before he could finish speaking, a man's scream, so shrill and terrible it seemed to tear through the air, suddenly rang out from deep within the floor.
"Ah—!"
The sudden sound startled Liu Kun, and he hurriedly shut his mouth.
Something was wrong!
Very wrong!
Just as he was thinking this—
"Ah—!!"
Another scream rang out.
This time, it came from another direction, but it was just as miserable and piercing. The cry was filled with despair and pain, as if its owner were enduring unimaginable torture.
"What's making that sound..."
Wang Yong didn't dare speak aloud, but he couldn't stop the question from surfacing in his mind.
He looked to the left.
Then to the right.
The warehouse's limited visibility prevented him from seeing anything. Liu Kun and Miao Yi, however, wore solemn expressions, as if they had noticed something. Unfortunately, his strength was inferior to theirs. If they could sense something, he couldn't sense a thing.
Thank goodness. Thank goodness.
Jiang Qiao's expression remained calm. He didn't seem to take it seriously at all.
"It probably isn't a major problem."
"Don't worry."
Wang Yong's tension gradually eased as well,