The lights had just come on, revealing empty, intersecting corridors lined with rooms on either side.
"Th-these rooms down here are all used for storage. How could anyone be here?"
The Vice President's voice was trembling.
As the name suggested, air-raid shelters were meant for emergencies and extreme situations.
They were maintained and repaired during ordinary times so they would be ready when needed.
But with the years of war long past, many institutions had put their underground facilities to other uses.
As long as no major structural changes were made, no one made a point of objecting.
The underground space at Fuwai Hospital, however, had only been assigned to the Logistics Department as storage, with supplies sorted into categories.
Most of the time, no one came down here.
Following the voices, the people who had come downstairs split up to search. At last, they found two men at the end of a corridor.
One was tall and the other short, one fat and the other thin.
Both looked to be in their early twenties.
The heavier one was sitting on the floor, clinging tightly to the thinner man's legs.
The thinner man waved his arms at the approaching group, his voice thick with tears.
"Over here! Someone, hurry! Help!"
Tang Wei was the first to reach them.
"What happened?"
The thinner man looked terrified.
"Comrade! Save me! I'm a student at Qingbei! My surname is Kong!"
Before Tang Wei could speak, the Vice President arrived, panting.
"Who-who are you? Why did you come down here without permission?"
"Sir! Sir, you have to get justice for me! This man knocked into my sister and won't take responsibility! He's trying to run away!" the man on the floor wailed.
Everyone paused at his words.
Recovering, the Vice President let out a