"The security guard was looking for white shoes late at night, Acheng mentioned the white shoes over the phone, and they also appeared in the last photo taken before Xia Yi died. Just like that kid with the scarred face the security guard talked about, once you see them, they seem to be everywhere."
The temperature in the corridor continued to drop, and the footprints on the ground seemed to come to life as if they would rush towards him the moment Han Fei looked away.
"Why do I feel ... that the pair of white shoes seems a little closer to us?" Bai Xian clutched Han Fei's arm tightly, "Did the police ever tell you how to deal with this kind of situation?"
"If it were just me, I would probably run, but there are four of us now." Han Fei's expression didn't change, but a closer look would reveal that his muscles were tense, already in a state of high alert.