The light was supposed to be dim and turbid, but Qin Heng's eyes had already adapted to the darkness. When it was cold and bright, it actually felt a little piercing.
A moth flew into the lampshade. Under the light, the moth flapped its wings desperately and crashed around. Its shadow was magnified many times and flickered with the light, like a demon flapping its wings.
“.. It was so smelly! It's so stinky!"
“.. It was so smelly! It's so stinky!"
The Echo rang twice and gradually disappeared. The light was still on, leaving only the sound of the trapped moth trying to fly out of the cage and hitting the lampshade. Qin Heng did not know why, but he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
The ceiling above his head and the surrounding walls all gave Qin Heng a heavy feeling of suppression and restraint.
His disgust for this neighborhood deepened, and he had the urge to turn around and leave. However, at this moment, the elevator finally came down.
