Everyone halted their steps, a particularly faint crying sound passed through the security door on the 37th floor and reached everyone's ears.
It sounded like the cry of a human child.
Su Mo looked at Lu Chen in surprise, lowered her voice, and said, "I'm not mistaken, right? There are children here?"
The man looked toward the security door, his eyes filled with confusion as he spoke in a cold voice, "It shouldn't be possible at this height unless they have been trapped here from the beginning."
"How long has it been since the apocalypse? If they were trapped here, they must have starved to death by now," Zhao Changsheng also said in a low voice.
"Save me..."
"Woo woo, is anyone there? Save me."
Just a few sentences into their discussion, the sound grew louder, hitting Su Mo's soul with such a force that a wave of pity inexplicably rose in her heart.
Not just her, the conflicted look was also apparent on Zhao Changsheng's face.
