Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Time continued to pass second by second. The nurses around her looked extremely uneasy. Compared to them, Song Qingxiao appeared incomparably calm.
She knew that Liu Yixun and the others had already gone up to the fourth floor. Hence, they should have discovered the utter chaos along with the several dead bodies there.
The prompt in her consciousness did not show any credit deductions. It appeared as though number six, who hid somewhere in the dark, would not strike in front of a crowd like that.
She let out a small sigh of relief and lowered her head. The numbers in her vision had dropped to 85: 47: 29. There was not much time left, and she would have to fight several more tough battles up ahead.
