For three consecutive days, they lived like this. Every mealtime, a woman would come in to bring them food, always steamed buns, with a kettle in the room for when they were thirsty and a spittoon for when they needed to use the toilet, which they had to do inside the room. The room was filled with an unpleasant odor.
In other words, apart from this room, there was nowhere else they could go.
During these three days, the boy would talk to Shen Qinglan every day. Although she really wanted to return home and was still afraid, the fear in her heart had gradually diminished somewhat.
"We can't get out now, but when we can, I'll find a way to let you escape, and you must go find a police officer, okay?" This was a sentence the boy often said to her, and every time Shen Qinglan would nod obediently.
Shen Qinglan found a small hole in the corner of the wall, so small that she could see into the next room through it.