The three people could no longer hide in the storeroom, not because they had been discovered, but because the time now was very close to what the script required. The dean's office was on the fifth floor of the outpatient building, and they were currently hiding in the inpatient building. The inpatient and outpatient buildings were connected only by a passage on the first floor.
Even without checking, they were sure that police were guarding the first-floor passage, which meant they still needed to find a way to get past them.
"Let's go," Qian Cangyi said as he reached out and opened the door. Outside, the corridor was deserted, the light quietly illuminating the floor as if mourning in silence for the deceased.
Upon reaching the corridor, the three people glanced left and right.
The long corridor stretched out like an endless straight line, with no end in sight.
