Xu Xiangyang dashed out of his room, sprinted down the entire corridor, and knocked on the doors of the two adjacent suites.
No one responded.
After a whole night had passed, neither Lin Xingjie nor Zhu Qingyue could be found in their rooms.
He stood in a daze for a moment before hastily packing his things and racing towards the elevator.
The elevator traveled up and down the building. It was still early, and there weren't many guests using it, but there were some cleaning ladies and servers from the hotel chatting inside.
"The fog is really thick today."
"Yeah, I heard last night's weather forecast saying that today would be clear skies."
"Did you notice? When I went out earlier this morning, there seemed to be a lot of small black dots in the sky."
"Aren't they planes?"
"No, they aren't planes. They keep circling over our heads. We wouldn't suddenly have so many airplanes here."
