At exactly 10 PM, Qingshui Cangjie, who was resting with his eyes closed, was drawn by a sound. Heize Lin, who was sitting on a chair smoking, heard it and his expression turned solemn. He threw away the cigarette butt and quickly moved to stand behind the service room door, pressing his body against the wall to stay silent and listen to the outside.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
A series of light footsteps came from the direction of the emergency exit, and then the heavy security door was pushed open, and the running sound moved into the hallway.
The sound of those footsteps was very distinctive, like someone running on tiptoe. Heize Lin turned to Qingshui Cangjie and gave him a firm nod.
Qingshui Cangjie took a deep breath. It seemed there was no mistake; tonight, the ghost child was coming for them first.
Yet Qingshui Cangjie felt no fear; on the contrary, he was somewhat relieved. This way, they held the initiative and could proceed with the next step of their plan.
