Qiu Wen turned deathly pale at the rustling and scraping outside. The sounds alone told her how many strange things were waiting for them out there.
Shen Ru said nothing. He merely lowered his gaze and blinked softly, then suddenly laughed.
This apology really had hit him right where it counted.
That was right-no one had said exactly how many good friends were coming to find him!
He had thought himself clever for hiding in the restroom, only to discover the gift Mo Yu had left him. Now he was completely trapped in this cramped space, a turtle in a jar.
Mo Yu seemed to be doing it deliberately. The eerie scraping passed the restroom door over and over, yet never came inside.
Like the sword of Damocles hanging overhead, there was no telling which pass would bring them charging in to tear him apart in this confined space.
He couldn't kill anyone.
Right now, Shen Ru was just an ordinary, unarmed player fleeing in panic.
At that thought, the young man's smile deepened.
"Qiu Wen, remember the door we unlocked earlier?"
His voice was steady. Nothing in his tone hinted at his intentions or the madness he was about to unleash.
Qiu Wen hastily nodded.
Shen Ru raised his eyes. At some point, a familiar weapon had appeared in his hand.
His slender, well-defined fingers gripped the end of the baseball bat tightly. Smiling, he raised his other hand to point toward the exit and said:
"Once the sound passes again, go out this way and wait for me by the locked door."
Qiu Wen had absolutely no desire to ask questions. The eerie sensation of stitching up Lu Yang's stomach still lingered in her fingertips, and instinct told her that she had better do as she was told.