When she got up and left the restaurant, it was nearly eleven o'clock.
The hotel lobby was still busy late at night, with many tourists who had just got off planes or trains checking in at the front desk.
Emma Benson stood in front of the lift, just as she was about to step in, her phone suddenly rang.
Seeing it was Minnie Sutton's call, she halted, didn't get into the lift but stepped aside instead, letting the people behind her go in first.
"Hello?" she answered the call, as she walked into the lift.
"Emma!" On the other end of the line, there was a woman's shout; Minnie seemed to be crying, her voice was completely hoarse, carrying a thick cry, she was also sobbing, "...Emma, Emma, what do I do, what do I do..."
"What's wrong?" Emma's heart sank with dread, immediately sensing that something was wrong.
"Emma, what to do, I have no way out... what to do!? Come here, come here!..."
