Though the door opened very quietly, you could still sense how extremely cautious and careful the person opening it was. Zhu Jie seemed able to empathize with her. The woman must have thought that if she opened the door just a tiny crack, then even if she realized something was wrong outside, she would still have a chance to slam it shut.
But Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie knew perfectly well that she had no chance.
The outcome was just as they had expected. As soon as the door opened, a scream suddenly erupted in the corridor, followed by the sounds of kicking and struggling. But with a sharp crack, the screams and struggles abruptly stopped, and everything fell silent.
A moment later—
"Thud."
"Scrape—"
"Thud."
"Scrape—"
The heavy footsteps gradually faded into the distance, accompanied by the sound of something weighty being dragged along the ground. The footsteps seemed slightly sluggish, as if the soles of the shoes were coated in a thick layer of blood.
Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie leaned against the door, slowly, slowly sliding down until they sank to the floor. They could tell that the woman who had been killed was the younger one—the one they had most suspected among the several people they'd been wary of. But now they could be sure: she definitely wasn't Deep Crimson.
To be precise, they had realized as much while the young woman was talking to the "maintenance worker."
The reason was simple. Deep Crimson's people wouldn't make such a basic mistake, and the Night Watch would never assign someone of this caliber to the job.
That was one of the reasons they had spoken up, hoping to save the woman.
But it was too late to say anything now. The woman was dead, and the