The situation on this floor is pretty much the same; either temporarily no one resides here, or they've all gone to work.
Fang Cheng arrived in front of Room 1803, which happens to be right below his home.
Knock, knock, knock.
He raised his hand and lightly knocked a few times.
After waiting for a moment, there was still no response.
Fang Cheng shook his head and was about to leave to knock on the last apartment when a thought struck him.
Something's amiss.
Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, immediately concentrating, and amplified his sensory perception in a flash.
He leaned over and gently pressed his ear against the cold security door.
A faintest of breaths and an even weaker heartbeat.
Like tiny stones thrown into still water, ripples spread through the air, clearly reaching his ears.
Someone is inside.
Moreover, the person seems to be deliberately hiding their presence, as if they're hiding inside.
Thud... thud...
