Chapter 340 - Chapter 340: Chapter 275-hanging down into _1
Chapter 340: Chapter 275-hanging down into _1
Translator: 549690339
The entrance of the safety passage was silent. The long and dark stairs went straight down, and one end was surrounded by darkness, like a bottomless abyss.
No. 2 had already gone up the stairs through the emergency exit and could no longer hear any movement. No. 3 outside was holding her breath as well. A blood vessel in song Qing’s little brain had started to throb, overpowering the sound of her heart.
She took a deep breath, gripped the dagger, and slowly walked down the stairs.
Perhaps it was because there were few people walking through the safety passage downstairs, there were no windows between the stairs in the dilapidated community, and the air was not ventilated all year round. Moreover, the ground floor was a public laundry room, so the ground was a little damp.
This flight of stairs was quite long, and the walls on both sides were close to each other. The ceiling above their heads was not high, and they could hear the Echo of footsteps with every step they took.
Song qingxiao was worried that Chu ke might be hiding, so she carefully placed her hands on the wall when she came down.
The paint on the wall was already mottled in such a humid environment. The moment her hand touched it, the paint on the wall fell down like snow, affecting her hearing.
Following the wall, song qingxiao soon reached the end of the wall. The next step was the corner of the stairs. She stopped, grabbed the dagger, and stuck it to the wall. She dug out a large piece of the wall and threw it down the corner of the stairs!
Bang!
The paint hit the opposite wall and slid down the wall, finally falling to the ground with a thud.
Song qingxiao followed him down the stairs.
The corner of the stairs was empty, and the left safety door at the bottom was closed. What surprised her was that there was a faint yellow light through the gap of the door, which was very eye-catching in the dark corridor.
After Chu ke returned tonight, she had caused trouble. Ever since she and number two had arrived, the entire neighborhood had fallen into darkness except for the light at the entrance.
The building had never had any light, but now there was light in the underground laundry room. Song qingxiao could not help but be wary.
She quickly went downstairs and reached the door of the laundry room. She pulled the door open a crack, and the light came in through the crack. However, there was a clang. The door seemed to be pulled by something and could not be pulled out.
Song qingxiao had been paying attention to the laundry room. When she looked down, she saw a round hole at the bottom of the door. A chain as thick as a thumb went through the hole and connected to the door frame. A lock hung from the chain, locking the door.
She pulled the door open with one hand and flicked the dagger. The chain broke with a sound and slid down the door, hitting the door frame with a crisp sound.
She opened the door with a creak, and a large amount of dim light leaked out, allowing her to see the public laundry room on the basement floor clearly. Perhaps it was because of Chu ke’s return that night, the laundry room was dimly lit, or because the neighborhood was old and the lights had not been changed for a long time, the lights were a little hazy.
But for song qingxiao, who hadn’t seen any lights since she entered the community, the light was beyond her expectations.
After opening the door, she slowly walked in.
The area’s first-floor basement laundry room was about a hundred square meters in size. The walls on both sides were painted white and the other two sides were made of transparent glass.
With the help of the lights in the laundry room, she could vaguely see rows of cars parked outside.
There were washing machines on both sides of the wall, and there were two rows of washing machines in the middle, making the space a little crowded.
The ceiling above them was not decorated, and some of the pipes were exposed in front of their eyes.
Beams of different heights criss-crossed over the ceiling, and a few lights hung from a few wires of unknown colors.
In this situation, it was obvious that no one could hide above her head. Song qingxiao’s tense nerves relaxed a little.
She took two steps forward, and the locked door of the laundry room that she had opened earlier closed with a clang. The hinges made an ear-piercing sound.
This place was located on the first underground floor, and it was extremely quiet. All the sounds of activity from No. 2 and No. 3 were isolated, and song qingxiao was the only one in the entire space.
She scanned the room and her eyes finally landed on the washing machine.
Song qingxiao roughly estimated that there were about 20 washing machines here. Each washing machine was a little old and covered with dust. They were placed side by side and did not seem to be able to hide a ‘person’.
She walked slowly along the washing machines. It was extremely quiet here. She listened carefully, but she could only hear her light footsteps, heartbeat, and suppressed breathing. She did not hear any other movement.
Song qingxiao stopped. The sound of her clothes rubbing against each other had disappeared. The door of the washing machine beside her was closed, and her figure was reflected in the transparent glass door.
When she saw this, her heart skipped a beat and she slowly bent down.
Her delicate face was reflected on the glass door, and she looked into the laundry machine through the blurry reflection.
Song qingxiao pulled the washing machine’s door open. There was no one inside the washing machine. When the door was opened, there was a smell of damp laundry mixed with detergent.
The cylinder was not big. It would not be difficult for a thin woman or child to hide in it. However, Chu ke was pregnant before she died. After her death, her body rotted and swelled, making her look bloated. It was really difficult for her to get into this narrow space.
Thinking of this, song qingxiao couldn’t help but wonder if she was being too cautious.
She closed the door of the washing machine and it made a ‘ka’ sound. The sound was a little harsh in this quiet space, and the power made the body of the washing machine hum.
“Could it be that she’s not here?”
After circling the laundry room and not finding any traces of Chu ke, song Qingxin could not help but have such a thought.
Chu ke was temporarily forced to retreat by number 2. She hated the three trial-takers to the core. Ever since she returned, her various methods were enough to prove that she probably hated the people in this building to the core. She had the intention of taking revenge and dragging everyone to hell. It was unlikely that she would leave this building.
She was hiding somewhere in the building, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
According to No. 2, this person’s ghost was sealed in her corpse by her last breath of resentment before her death, forming a unique existence.
She was different from the other zombies who acted on their instincts. She had her own judgment and wisdom.
If she thought that the three trial-takers were obstacles in her path of revenge, she would definitely kill the three trial-takers before killing the others after being injured by number two.
Then, since the trial-takers were split into three groups, she should split up and deal with them.
There was no trace of her in the public underground laundry room. The elevator where number three was should be the safest at the moment, so the safety passage that number two took might be the easiest to bump into her.
This analysis was reasonable, but for some reason, song qingxiao felt that something was wrong.
That feeling was really inexplicable, and there was no basis for it. However, the sharp senses that had been derived from several times of rolling on the edge of death reminded her that something was wrong here!
The hair on her back hadn’t calmed down, and the chill climbed up her tailbone, causing goosebumps to appear.
In the quiet, empty space, she felt as if there was a line of sight staring at her from a hidden position, emitting waves of killing intent.
Song qingxiao was a cautious person. Once she felt that something was wrong, she would rather check it again than relax, for fear of putting herself in danger. This place was really not big. Even if she walked around it again, it would not take much time.
After walking around, she even looked through the Indigo and the big bucket that she usually used to store clothes. She also looked through the trash can in the corner, but she did not find anything suspicious.
However, that strange sense of danger did not disappear. Instead, it became even deeper.
The air was filled with a sinister aura. Song qingxiao did not know if it was her imagination, but she seemed to have smelled a faint rancid smell.. The stench was cold and it was the same smell as Chu ke’s!