The entrance of the safety passage was silent. The long and dark stairs went straight down, and one end was surrounded by darkness, like a bottomless abyss.
No. 2 had already gone up the stairs through the emergency exit and could no longer hear any movement. No. 3 outside was holding her breath as well. A blood vessel in song Qing's little brain had started to throb, overpowering the sound of her heart.
She took a deep breath, gripped the dagger, and slowly walked down the stairs.
Perhaps it was because there were few people walking through the safety passage downstairs, there were no windows between the stairs in the dilapidated community, and the air was not ventilated all year round. Moreover, the ground floor was a public laundry room, so the ground was a little damp.
