Darkness swallowed the scene before my eyes. Mo Xiaoling's panicked cries rang out again.
I sensed Mo Xiaoling slide off the sofa and fall to the floor. She fumbled around, trying to find her phone and end the call.
The man's voice continued. He called Mo Xiaoling's name as gently as he could, urging her to calm down.
Mo Xiaoling couldn't take in a single word. She only wanted to end the call, hide herself away, and put an end to everything.
Mo Xiaoling's hand touched a body that had grown somewhat cold. It had to be Black Sis's body.
She grabbed Black Sis's hand and asked anxiously, "My phone! Where did you throw my phone?! You were the one who called him, weren't you?!" She hated Black Sis with all her heart.
Black Sis was barely breathing and had no way to answer Mo Xiaoling's question. Still, she weakly grasped Mo Xiaoling's hand, trying to signal something.
Mo Xiaoling had no time to guess what she meant. She shoved Black Sis aside and kept searching.
The man sighed. "You're at Boya Green Garden, right? I'm already here."
The sound of a car door closing came through the phone.
"Which building are you in? What floor and apartment?" the man continued, steady and composed.
Mo Xiaoling stopped moving, at a loss.
"Xiaoling, Lingling, what floor and apartment are you in?" the man asked again.
"Building 7, apartment 7003," A-Zhuang answered.
The man on the other end paused, then acknowledged her.
The call was still connected.
Mo Xiaoling slumped to the floor.
Tear tracks on her face had dried, leaving her feeling uncomfortable.
She didn't wipe them away. She just sat there, dazed, as if her soul had been drained from her, her mind completely empty. She thought of nothing.
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