After changing into fresh clothes, Zhang Wei took a moment to enjoy a cigarette borrowed from the hotel staff.
The fortunate turn of events was that the rain had ceased, offering a respite from the earlier downpour.
Zhang Wei also requested the hotel staff to procure two mobile phones, recognizing the importance of maintaining access to their cloud and social media accounts despite losing their SIM cards.
Standing outside, bathed in the cool post-rain atmosphere, Zhang Wei smoked the entire cigarette, his thoughts drifting momentarily to the unexpected weather.
He didn't linger on it for long, intending to return to the hotel.
But just as he was about to step back inside, an unexpected sound pierced the air—a melodic, laughter that resonated like a siren's call.
"Who...?" Zhang Wei turned abruptly, instinctively drawn toward the source of the laughter.
