"Ding."
The moment the elevator stopped, Fang Huai was stunned for a second.
Damn it, I thought it was the system ringing.
Since his rebirth, apart from that time he went to the mall to buy a watch, it had been a long time since he encountered an elevator that would "ding".
Fang Huai stepped out of the elevator, looked left and right, and immediately located the burning apartment, 1902.
It wasn't that high-end, just one elevator servicing four apartments.
He took a glance; there were no indoor fire hydrants in the hallway.
These days, actually, the density of indoor fire hydrants usually doesn't meet the standards.
Pressure doesn't usually meet it, either.
No matter how upscale the community, they're all like this: a lot of them are just for show, gambling on luck during fire inspections.
"I bet this fire hydrant here can pump out water."
The opposite apartment had its door still open, the room was empty, Fang Huai peeked inside to assess the layout, it wasn't very big.
