"Hide in here?"
"Yeah, hide in the cabinet, there's plenty of space." The boy struggled to lift the clothes that were pressing down on him, his skin suffused with heat rashes, "I won't harm you, a lot of people can fit in this cabinet."
Faint, strange noises emerged from the wardrobe behind the boy, sounding like muffled cries for help. Zhu Miaomiao worried that if she opened the other door of the cabinet, she would see her colleague's bodies folded up inside.
"My dad and mom are coming soon; they have really bad tempers, so you'd better get in here quickly." The boy's voice was gentle; he seemed to never dare to speak loudly, "If my dad and mom find you, you'll be chopped into pieces."
It was hard to imagine such words like 'chopped into pieces' coming from a child's mouth. Zhu Miaomiao gripped the fire axe tighter; at this moment, the only thing that could give her a sense of security was the axe in her hand.
