A series of uncontrollable shivers began from Song Qingxiao's back and slowly spread across her body as soon as the voice of the office lady—number two—rang out. The feeling of impending death that she felt when her assailant stabbed her throat had returned. She lifted her neck subconsciously and took a deep breath in.
The tank was cramped inside. However, with the heavy lid blocking out most of the light and the sewage water covering her lower half, it felt like the air inside the tank was very thin.
As soon as she raised her neck, she froze and exhaled very slowly. She moved to touch her throat with the back of her hand stiffly as she tried to force herself to calm down and keep a lid on her fear of death.
"Number nine?"
