The Sound

The next second, the killer was already right beside them. But then something incredible happened: the killer, who had been charging at them with such force, suddenly stopped just outside the edge of the light.

The killer's body stiffened unnaturally, its gaze rigid and lifeless. Feng Jie, the fat man, and the others had never been this close to a killer before.

A chill spread through the air, and fear swept over them like a rising tide. They hardly dared to breathe.

"Everyone, stay close to me, within the light," Jiang Cheng said quickly in a low voice.

They formed a circle, huddling tightly around Jiang Cheng like flower petals. He held the desk lamp high in one hand, trying to cover as much ground with its light as possible.

"I'm going to move. Stay close," Jiang Cheng said.

The group huddled together and began inching forward at a fairly slow pace. If not for the killer right beside them, the sight might even have been a little comical.

Fortunately, the office door was wide enough for them to leave without breaking formation.

But the killer behind them didn't follow. About three meters back, the fog closed in, and the killer's figure disappeared.

Jiang Cheng took charge of finding the way, while Feng Jie stayed behind to keep an eye on the killer. The man's sense of responsibility and concern for the bigger picture had left a deep impression on Jiang Cheng.

"Mister Jiang." After watching carefully, Feng Jie said in an extremely cautious voice, "The killer didn't follow us. It's disappeared."

The killer killed people by stepping on their shadows. Now that Jiang Cheng and the others were gathered in the light, their shadows had disappeared, leaving the killer without a target.

But—

The ordinary people's shadows had indeed