The Child's voice carried a long way. When Chen Ge heard it, his face went pale with fright. At that moment, the "psychopathic murderers" at the end of the corridor were "dismembering a body." With The Child shouting like that, everyone on the third floor would know he was here.
"Big brother, you're sweating so much. Are you hot?" The Child was definitely a little devil. His eyes concealed sly cunning, yet he still wore an innocent expression.
Chen Ge couldn't even spare the time to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He immediately prepared to leave. He had reacted quickly, and by all normal standards, this was the best choice.
He turned to run back, but before he had taken more than a few steps, he saw the charred doors along the third-floor corridor being pushed open. One by one, pale tenants, as deathly white as corpses, poked their heads out.
"Big brother, where are you going?" The Child kept following Chen Ge, refusing to let up. He was grinning with delight.
Figures emerged from the rooms. Among them were students in school uniforms and strange people with missing body parts. They blocked Chen Ge's escape route.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
Cold sweat slid down the bridge of Chen Ge's nose. Even with his mind working at full capacity, he couldn't think of a good solution.
"Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?" The sound of a saw scraping against the wall drew closer. The middle-aged man called Old Zhou came over.
His eyes held none of the warmth of a living person as he stared coldly at Chen Ge. "You can't leave now, even if you want to."
Chen Ge had never imagined that so many people lived in this seemingly empty apartment