They walked down the wide marble corridor.
The footsteps of the three echoed quietly in the empty night.
There was no one else there; every door on this floor was closed tightly, with only Xu Xiangyang and his companions passing by.
Walking on the upper floors of this apartment building, the night wind outside the windows grew stronger, occasionally blowing fiercely with a "whoosh," making the entire pane of glass tremble.
Despite the crystal chandelier above their heads casting a gentle glow, the atmosphere of desolation and solitude that had been present since they entered the complex remained pervasive, even intensifying.
"Alright, this is where I'll stop escorting you."
Zhu Qingyue halted in front of one of the anti-theft doors.
"Oh, okay."
Xu Xiangyang nodded. He looked back and noticed Lin Xingjie standing in front of a decorative blue and white porcelain pot next to the elevator, peering inside curiously.
"Do you want to come in and take a look?"
