Zhou Qi and Long Xiliang entered the elevator, which began descending. The pale light from above cascaded over the tall man's head.
Long Xiliang had his eyes closed, with veins bulging at his temples. The cacophony of noises surged into his brain like a tide, with the clamor electrifying his eardrums.
His PTSD syndrome enabled him to hear the noisy clamor imperceptible to ordinary people, and in the midst of this chaos, his hearing would suffer damage.
During the descent, Zhou Qi's heart was gripped with tension; he knew his boss was having an episode, and Long Xiliang needed a place of absolute quiet, isolated from all sounds.
Now, with Zhou Qi in the elevator with him, even the sound of Zhou Qi's heart beating and his blood flowing could affect Long Xiliang.
The closer they got to the second floor, the more intense the noise Long Xiliang had to endure became.
