In the corridor outside the conference room, the sound of footsteps hastened and grew closer. Qian Cangyi knew that Xia's reinforcements, police armed with lethal weapons like Xia, had almost reached the door. Although Xia was someone Qian Cangyi had to kill, to the police of Diary World, Xia was a colleague they interacted with daily. Xia was not the villain but a good police officer dedicated to arresting the bad ones.
"Hurry up..." Little Drilling Wind and Fable quickened their pace. They reached the staircase on the third floor, not the same staircase as Zhao Xuan but a different one. After ascending this staircase, they would pass by the staircase Zhao Xuan had used to reach sight of the conference room where Qian Cangyi was hiding—this path being farther from the broadcasting room.
