Chapter 101 Silence

Standing in front of room 808, the few of them subconsciously held their breaths. As Jiang Cheng reached out his hand, Fatty's hand paused, seemingly wanting to stop him, but in the end, he lowered it.

The door to room 808 opened.

It wasn't locked at all.

But it was very dark inside, like a midnight sea. Looking at it for too long, Fatty felt like he was about to fall in. Until someone grabbed his arm.

Fatty shuddered and woke up.

It was Jiao Tailang who had grabbed him. The doctor was already gone, and he, in a daze, had almost walked in as well.

There was no sound inside. Under the blanket of darkness, it seemed no life existed.

Those who haven't experienced it firsthand cannot imagine how torturous this silence is, because you have no idea what is happening inside.

Perhaps the doctor is facing a life-or-death situation and needs someone to save him.

"This can't go on." Fatty looked at Jiao Tailang, who also looked anxious, and said quickly, "You wait here, I'll go in and help him."

Unlike Fatty, Jiao Tailang looked at the door in front of him thoughtfully, but just as he was about to say something, a rough scraping sound came from the corridor again.

It felt like a door that had been sealed for many years was being opened.

They immediately looked in the direction of the sound. It was from a room at the end of the corridor. As the door opened, light shone out.

The air was filled with dust.

"It's you!"

The moment they saw who came out, both Fatty and Jiao Tailang trembled.

Wei Jinting squinted, standing in front of the door, looking in the direction of Fatty and the other. "Long time no see."

What made Fatty's heart even colder was Wei Jinting's miserable appearance.

One of his arms was completely broken, hanging limply by his side. His entire body was covered in scars, especially the one on his face. A little more to the side, and he would have lost his right eye.

But Wei Jinting acted as if nothing had happened. He first wiped his face, because a second before, fresh blood had dripped from the wound on his forehead into his eye.

"Looks like that guy has already gone in." Wei Jinting looked at the door of 808 and asked with a smile, "Why haven't you gone in yet? Are you waiting for us?"

Us...

Jiao Tailang frowned slightly. It seemed Wei Jinting wasn't alone, but... who was the other person?

"Now, this is what I call partners!" Wei Jinting praised loudly, then turned around and said excitedly, "Please wait a moment, there's one more of us."

Immediately afterward, Fatty watched as Wei Jinting dragged a person out of the room.

It was... Wan Yanning.

At this moment, Wan Yanning was motionless. A horrifying trail of blood was left on the ground where she was dragged, then she was casually thrown against the wall by Wei Jinting.

"Oops, I was a little rough." He grinned, offering an apologetic smile. "Who told her to be disobedient?"

"You... wouldn't want to end up like her, would you?"

Although Wei Jinting looked like he barely had half a breath left, both Fatty and Jiao Tailang had a premonition.

Even so, the two of them combined were no match for this Wei Jinting.

"What do you want?" Fatty asked, pretending to be confident.

He needed to buy time for the doctor.

But as Wei Jinting shifted his gaze to him, Fatty's momentum instantly dropped by half. "What do I want to do?" He smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching, making him look terrifying. "Get out of the way, I want to go in."

"That Hao Shuai is already inside, right? I can help you collect his corpse."

"You..."

"Mr. Wei," Jiao Tailang suddenly said, "We are all people chosen to enter this door to carry out missions. We have the same goals. There's no need for infighting."

"If we keep fighting each other like this, we will all die here." He glanced at Wan Yanning against the wall, his meaning self-evident.

"After opening this door, I will persuade Hao Shuai to let you leave first." He looked at Wei Jinting and said earnestly, "What do you think?"

Wei Jinting seemed to really consider it, but then he shook his head. "Sounds good, but..." Something flickered in his eyes as he looked at the two of them, then he suddenly smiled and said, "It's not enough."

"Not enough?" Fatty said angrily, "Then what else do you want?"

Wei Jinting stroked his chin, and after a few seconds, asked in a cautious tone, "How about... you kill yourselves, and I go out alone, okay?"

...

"Drip."

"Drip."

"Drip."

Rain was falling in the sky, the sound of rain pattering. Jiang Cheng was walking alone on the street, the only one among the passersby without an umbrella.

Rainwater slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground, shattering into pieces.

He didn't expect the inside of the door to be like this.

He raised his eyes. Across the street was a medium-sized office building.

Many signs of various sizes hung downstairs. Jiang Cheng glanced at them briefly. Judging by the names, most of them were internet celebrity incubator companies or model agencies.

And they didn't seem very legitimate.

Soon, a blue sports car drove over, the engine roaring loudly, and the closer it got to the company, the louder the engine became, as if worried that others wouldn't hear it.

The sports car stopped in front of the office building, and then a man dressed in a very flamboyant manner got out, swinging his car keys in his hand.

He first stood near the car door for a while, then leisurely walked to the passenger seat, opened the door, and, without making a fuss, took a leather bag from the leather seat, deliberately tucking it under his arm.

Then he swaggered toward the company.

Jiang Cheng was speechless at this series of actions. It couldn't help but remind him of the way Pi Ruan acted when he first hooked up with a rich woman.

The man stood downstairs, smoking a cigarette, occasionally adjusting the bangs on his forehead. Objectively speaking, the man didn't look bad, but maybe because of preconceived notions, he seemed a bit wretched.

His wolf-like eyes scanned back and forth, sizing up the long legs entering and exiting the company. After about 5 minutes, he answered a phone call, then threw away the cigarette and turned to enter the company.

When he came out again, he was accompanied by a tall, beautiful woman. They were chatting and laughing, but in Jiang Cheng's eyes, they were both scheming.

Seeing this, he roughly understood the identities of this man and woman.

Li Maoshen, and Yu Youwei.

His ears twitched. He suddenly heard a sound. The sound was strange, like something suddenly cracking open a seam.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. There, about 20 meters away, was an abandoned bus stop.

Under the dark green, dilapidated rain shelter, stood a solitary figure.

It was a woman with a very ordinary appearance and figure, and in this rain, she was, like him, one of the only two people without an umbrella.