*Bai Li*
When I reached the fourth floor, I started to smell smoke from a distance. I instantly recognized it. It was a smoke bomb. I had seen it before. I had smelt it before.
So, they exploded a smoke bomb to take its cover.
Like I said to the fifteen dead people on the third floor, these bunch of people were just as cowards as them.
At first, I thought there was some spark in those people who remained, but with this smoke I smelled, they proved me wrong.
But the smoke did one good thing. It gave me the method to find my way. I just had to trace its smell and find the room. It made my job easier to look for everyone.
As I inched closer and closer, I heard whispers and voices and gunshots. I smelt the smoke even denser and thicker than before, and a strong gust of wind continuously passing by me.
The wind...it was from a fan, a table fan to be precise because its direction was horizontal, unlike vertical like a ceiling fan.
