The piercing alarm reverberated through the night, and the neighbors on the same floor quickly opened their doors. Upon seeing two ferocious black-clad assailants, they immediately closed their doors and called the police.
Not far from the hospital, Lance heard the alarm and abruptly turned to look in that direction.
Under the dark night, he saw the lights of an apartment building flicker on one by one, and faint cries came through the wind: "Murder! Help!"
"That sounds like Weiwei's voice..." Lance's face changed dramatically.
Gu Anan was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Hearing Lance say this, he also lifted his head and listened carefully.
He heard nothing: "Brother-in-law, I didn't hear anything."
"I..." Lance furrowed his brows, trying to listen carefully again, but the wind carried nothing more.
Could it really be that he misheard?
But then, why was there a strong feeling of unease in his heart?
No, he had to check it out.
