298. Faceless Figures

Thud—

The small figure that climbed into the Police Station abruptly froze.

After quietly listening for a dozen seconds, he carefully lifted his foot off the wooden board and stealthily ascended the staircase.

In the absolutely silent Police Station, the creaking sounds of the wooden stairs underfoot were as loud as if struck by a hammer; Oliver involuntarily opened his mouth, doing his best to make each step as gentle as possible.

This motion reminded him of his past experiences as a thief, but getting caught this time would undoubtedly lead to a much more miserable end…

Oliver shivered, his movements becoming even more cautious.

The Police Station's second floor was draped in twilight, the blood-red color from outside the street seeping in through intact and broken windows, casting a dim pallor over the offices.

All that remained were silhouettes, barely discernible.