What made it even more despairing was that Jiang Lei stood right in front of him, holding that phone. From where Zhou Ze stood, he could just make out that the screen was still on the call interface.
The call with him.
Jiang Lei slowly raised his head. His face was icy as the corners of his mouth slowly stretched into a grin, wider and wider, until his ugly gums showed. Zhou Ze's heart turned to ash in that instant.
"Hehehe..."
Behind Zhou Ze, a woman's laughter rang out, too. It seemed to possess some kind of magic, churning his stomach into a tumult.
He didn't even need to look back to know that Xue Jia had caught up with him.
Simple fear no longer described how Zhou Ze felt. He was desperate and unwilling to give up. He could see it perfectly clearly: less than half a meter behind Jiang Lei stood a door.
If he could just open that door—just open it!—he could rush outside and survive. He was so close... just that tiny bit farther!
His gaze slipped past Jiang Lei and fixed on the door. He wished with all his heart that a miracle would happen.
Just like in the movies, whenever the protagonist was in danger, reinforcements would come rushing in from the sky, and then...
"Bang!"
The door suddenly shuddered.
"Is anyone there? Could you open the door?" a kid's voice called from outside, halfway through adolescence and shrill as a broken gong—the kind of voice that made you want to punch him. He was pounding on the door, too.
Zhou Ze's gaze faltered.
Jiang Lei, standing right in front of the door, seemed to have only just noticed someone on the other side. He slowly turned around, his shadow on the wall crooked