Wait for Me

The elevator descended smoothly. Only when the doors opened did everyone finally relax a little. At least, outside wasn't what they'd imagined: Xia Qiang and Li Mengyao standing there, or some incomprehensible space.

There was no doubt they were on the first floor. In Jiang Cheng's memory, all they had to do was step out of the elevator and turn a corner to see the lobby—and the door that represented their way out.

The desk lamp in their hands gave off a faint glow, offering them a little comfort in this environment.

But strangely, the elevator was eerily quiet. The only sounds were their faint, hurried breaths.

Jiang Cheng stood at the front. He didn't move, and no one behind him dared to, either.

The reason Jiang Cheng couldn't move was the Fatty.

Holding the lamp in one hand, he reached out with the other and lightly pinched Jiang Cheng's shoulder. Jiang Cheng's body gave an honest little shudder, then he nodded without looking back.

It was clear Wang Fugui had noticed something, and it was very close—so close that he was warning them with a gesture rather than a sound.

Zhou Tong and Yuan Xiaotian held their breaths, staring straight out of the elevator. Gray mist swirled not far away, with indistinct shapes moving within it. Something was clearly wrong.

"Is there something in the mist?" Yuan Xiaotian secretly swallowed, his thoughts racing. "Is it Qiang, or Li Mengyao, or... has that murderer come back?"

But none of those possibilities seemed to explain what was happening. What were they all doing, huddled in the elevator?

It was cramped in here. If anything happened, they wouldn't be able to move freely. They needed to get out first, at the very least.

"Drip."

A clear drop of water sounded nearby. Feng