The silvery scalpel plunged into the throat of the person on the ground, its blood-stained handle trembling slightly.
In the brightly lit field of view, the light emanating from the ground was even clearer than during daytime.
Su Ming'an took a step forward, retracted the scalpel, turned his head, and looked towards the partially open door at the end of the corridor.
Through a distance that was neither close nor far, and through the crack of the door, he could see a black-haired girl scraping at the door, staring at this side with her round, wide eyes.
"...Ah."
The girl's somewhat fearful voice rose, and the next moment, the door was immediately shut.
Su Ming'an withdrew his gaze.
The plan for a "clearance" during the night had already been discussed with Lin Jiang.
Lin Jiang was responsible for the second floor, while he took care of the first floor.
