Chapter 807 The Cage of Innocence 47
Chapter 807 The Cage of Innocence 47
Several days later, you and Qin Che stood in front of that abandoned building again.
The wind swirled scraps of paper past the rusty iron gate, making a mournful sound.
Qin Che quickly checked his magazine, the metallic clanging sound particularly clear in the silence.
He turned around, took out the sidearm from your thigh, ran his fingertip over the magazine catch to make sure it was smooth and without jamming, and then put it in your hand.
The next moment, he smoothly tucked a stray hair behind your ear: "There might be other predators lurking here. You wait here, I'll go in and scout ahead."
With calloused fingertips, he brushed against your earlobe, his movements unusually gentle.
"Okay, stay safe."
Without asking any further questions, you quickly ducked into the shadows in the corner.
The coolness of the bricks seeped through the fabric. You gripped your gun tightly, your gaze fixed on Qin Che's retreating figure as he disappeared into the stairwell.
Time ticked by, the ticking of the watch like a hammer blow to the nerves.
You couldn't resist kicking the base of the wall with your boot heel, sending lime dust falling in a flurry.
So much time has passed, you could hear a pin drop inside, yet there was still no signal from Qin Che.
"Why did you take so long? Could something have happened to you...?" You pursed your dry lips and whispered through the dark crack in the door, "Qin Che."
All that answers you is an empty echo.
An ominous premonition instantly tightened around your heart like vines. You jerked to your feet, the gun handle slippery from the cold sweat on your palms.
We can't wait any longer...
You decide to go in and take a look.
The moment I pushed open the stairwell door, a musty smell mixed with the smell of rust hit me.
The corridor was so dark it looked like it had been soaked in ink, with only a few emergency lights barely hanging on, casting distorted green shadows on the walls.
You tiptoe forward, the sharp sound of your boots crushing against broken glass particularly jarring.
The iron railings along the way were covered in rust, forming a spiderweb-like pattern, and the slightest touch of a fingertip caused the railings to crumble.
Inside the iron gate, bite-stoppers with tooth marks were scattered on the floor, empty syringes rolled everywhere, and dark brown crystals stuck to the needle tips.
The deeper you go, the stronger the sweet and fishy smell becomes.
You suddenly stop in your tracks, your throat tightens. The taste is exactly the same as the berserker drug you seized last time, only stronger, like a red-hot wire poking into your nasal cavity.
"This smell..." You frowned and held your breath. Just as you turned the corner, you suddenly heard the sound of something being dragged.
"Bang!" You immediately raised your gun, the muzzle steadily aimed at the dark figure swaying in the green light.
The moment the trigger was pulled, the bullet grazed the edge of the shadow and embedded itself in the wall, splattering cement fragments onto his face.
Just as he was about to fire the second shot, the dark figure suddenly approached like a ghost.
You felt a numbness in your wrist, the gun was violently knocked away, and your back slammed into the cold wall, a sharp pain shooting through your shoulder blade.
Your fingers instinctively reached for the spare pistol on your thigh, and in the blink of an eye, you could see those eyes shining in the dim light.
It's Qin Che!!!
"Qin Che?" Your voice trembled. His pupils were darker than usual, and his jawline was taut as if it were about to break.
Qin Che's palm was still pressed on your shoulder, with so much force that it almost crushed your bones.
"Didn't I tell you, don't come in until you receive my signal..."
His voice was deep, his breathing rapid and unsteady, and his breath was incredibly hot when it hit the side of your neck.
You struggled to raise your hand to touch his face, but as soon as you moved, his leg pinned your knee against the wall, leaving you completely immobilized.
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