"A psychopathic killer?"
Du Jing was the longest-standing resident of this complex. She had lived in the building for many years, but had never encountered anything like this.
Seeing that Du Jing was slow to react, Tang Hanlu struggled to get up and crawled over to the door. Only after making sure the security door was locked from the inside did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Grandma, whatever you do, don't go outside. The building is extremely dangerous right now! Let's stay here and wait for the police!"
Tang Hanlu's home was in this very building, yet she had felt not a trace of warmth here. The corridors on every floor frightened her, cold and sinister, as though this were not a residential building at all, but an enormous morgue. Only after meeting Du Jing did she feel as though she had found a safe harbor of her own.
The cozy furnishings and warm light in the little apartment were like a cup of hot tea in the depths of winter, melting the frost that clung to Tang Hanlu.
"All right, neither of us will go outside." Du Jing settled Tang Hanlu on the sofa, then poured her a drink and placed it on the coffee table. "You must have been terrified. Where's your family?"
"My mom hasn't gotten off work yet. She's always pretty busy." Under the envious gazes of the deformed children, Tang Hanlu picked up the drink from the table. She felt a little down. When she needed her family most, her mother had not appeared. The person who had saved her was an elderly resident she had never met before—Du Jing.
"Pretty busy..." Du Jing turned to glance at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight.
The old woman gently shook her