The explosion occurred on the first floor, in a corner of the first floor, in a small utility room that was usually unattended.

The children in the activity room were the first to hear the explosion, and then the floor supervisor felt the tremors. He shook his fat body and hurried all the way to the explosion point, and immediately panted and reported to the assistant dean after discovering the situation. The assistant to the dean contacted the dean urgently.

The matter was not trivial, and the elderly Dean Emily immediately deigned to wade from her luxurious office on the top floor to the first floor. And when she arrived, there was already a circle of people around the scene, and her assistant was among them.

Emily stepped forward to the door of the utility room, and the people around her made way for her. She frowned and looked at the utility room in front of her—it had become a coal hole in the pit that had just collapsed and had been poured with a scoop of rice water.

"What's going on?" She turned to her assistant and asked, in a rather stern tone.

"I don't know. It looks like someone put a bomb in it. Miss Hayes, assistant to the dean, stood beside Emily with her head bowed and whispered, pinching her bag endlessly as she spoke.

Emily lifted her glasses, frowned at Miss Hayes, and then turned her gaze to the floor manager to the side.

"I felt the explosion and I came over." The chubby floor manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, and didn't seem to have relaxed until now, still maintaining his nerves, and nervously reported to the dean, "It's already like this when I came." I think Miss Hayes was right, it was as if someone had planted a bomb in there, without any of us knowing...... I think we should call the police and let the police take care of this. ”

“……”

Emily stroked her chin with her pink nail polished fingers, considering the fat manager's proposal. But before she could make up her mind, her phone rang. She answered it and put it to her ear.

"Hello?" She spoke, and slowly, her originally calm face changed in a matter of seconds, her eyes widened slightly, her closed lips opened, and her breathing became a little rapid.

"I see." Finally, she lowered her head, whispered in a calm voice, and then quickly hung up the call, closed her eyes with her mobile phone, and took a deep breath.

“…… Dean? Miss Hayes stared at Emily, speaking out cautiously, without blinking.

Emily opened her eyes, turned her head to look around at the crowd around her, and waved her hand a little tiredly. "Let's go." She said impatiently, "Don't you have anything else to do?" Get back to work! ”

"But, the dean......" The fat manager opened his mouth as if he was stupid, and looked at Emily with small eyes, "this explosion ......"

"You don't have to worry about it, I'll contact the police later. Now get me back to work! ”

Emily rarely seems to get angry, or the people around her rarely see her angry. And now she's suddenly on fire, enough to scare the crab's shell away.

The fat manager and the others around him immediately dispersed, not stopping at all, or rather unwilling to stay. Only Miss Hayes, the assistant, hesitated a little as she turned around, looked at Emily, and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Her delicate lips were too pretty, and the majestic Dean's face was terrifyingly blue. Whatever to say, this is not the right time.

Emily watched everyone leave, glanced at the small utility room again, and turned around without saying a word. After spending about as much time as she had come down, she returned to her luxurious office on the top floor.

She pushed the door open, walked in, turned around, closed the door, and locked it. She is light-moving, not at all like a young lady in her sixties, but more like an experienced bomb disposal expert, who specializes in dismantling old-fashioned mines that children have accidentally dug out of the sand with a toy shovel, turning them into piles of broken parts, and then making beautiful crafts for the children's bedrooms. The kids are happy, and so are the adults. Although the reasons are different, their smiles are basically the same on the surface.

The wolf sat behind Emily's desk, a magazine in his hand, reading with relish, and occasionally letting out a childish laugh or two, like a painted doll playing with candy and sand. He didn't seem to notice Emily's arrival at all.

Emily looked at the man in her seat in silence. It was a thin-looking man, very young, only in his twenties at most. However, unlike other energetic ordinary young people, he has an aura of death and decay on his body, like an old man who is dying but has returned to the light, struggling to play the last baseball game of his life.

Emily walked over slowly and sat down in the guest chair opposite her desk. She folded her hands on her knees, and the two eyes behind her glasses looked like bottomless dragon springs.

"It's sad." She spoke in a hoarse voice, with a hint of curvature at the corner of her mouth, "I should have seen it earlier." ”

The wolf closed the magazine and looked up at the old dean. "See what?"

"You." Emily smiled coldly, "I should have recognized you when we first met that day." But there's no way, it's a bit old, and it's been almost twenty years. ”

"I've changed a lot, Aunt Dean." The wolf bowed slightly, his eyes lowered, "But one thing has never changed. ”

"What?"

"I left here without a home...... And now I'm still a homeless person. ”

“……”

"That's a strange thing, isn't it?" The wolf grinned, grinned, and then suddenly straightened his spine, leaned forward, and looked straight at Emily, all his expressions disappeared at this time, and the stereotypical face seemed to have never learned even the most basic crying after birth, "I should have a home, didn't I?" What you promised us was on the day you saw us off. You promised. ”

"I forgot."

"Oh, of course you do, Aunt Dean. You remember everybody—every face, every name, all of us, don't you? That's what you used to say to Miss Hayes before you pulled her into you. The wolf licked his lips and took a breath, "I guess you take pleasure in it, right, every time you think about it, every time you realize what you've done, what a great thing you've done, what a great thing you've done, something you've done that others might never dare to do, can't do, or even think about doing in their lifetime, and thinking of the high rewards you get by risking your risk, can make you happy and unable to sleep every night." ”

Emily looked at the wolf, was silent, then looked down and smiled inexplicably. "You'll never know." She said, with a strange relief in her tone.

"I know, of course I do, dear Aunt Dean. That's why I'm back here today. The wolf looked at the woman in front of him who was very different from what he remembered, at this woman who was no longer energetic and young at some point—no longer young, at this woman whom he had put in his mouth for days and nights and crunched back and forth over and over again and did not know how many times, took a light breath, clapped his hands on the wide table, lifted his ass from the comfortable chair of the dean, and stood up straight.

"I'm here to wrap things up." He said to the dean, "Gerald is dead, and so is Jules. All of this, all of this damn everything, should be over - right now......"

Just as the wolf's tone became stronger and stronger, and at the same time his hand was taken into his arms, a bell suddenly broke the atmosphere and interrupted the wolf's howl. Emily looked at the wolf, blinked, and then held out a finger and made a pause gesture. She pulled out her phone, turned her head and put it to her ear.

"It's me...... What the? How...... Miss Hayes, calm down...... What the hell is going on, what happened!? The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was too excited, and the mood was very unstable, Emily couldn't understand what was said at first, and after yelling a few times, she finally forced the other party to clearly convey the message she wanted to convey to Dean Emily.

"We can't stop her!" Miss Hayes gasped, still a little incoherent, but she was clearly trying to control herself, "She's got a gun...... also said that she was a detective from the downtown police station, and she showed her ID! ”

"Who?" Emily Media Headliner, "Detective? Downtown? What's going on?! ”

"She found out about the commotion on the first floor, she knew about the explosion, she said Dean, you are in danger now, she wants to meet you directly, we can't stop it...... She's gone up now, she's running up! I swear, I swear I've never seen someone run so fast, and none of us could stop her! I think she's probably going to be running to your office soon! ”

"My office?" Emily frowned, lifted her glasses in surprise, and looked back in the direction of the office door, "Running up?" ”

She wasn't sure what she was hearing...... It's the fucking sixteenth floor.

"Enough fun, Aunt Dean." The wolf behind him spoke up at this time, his fingers knocked impatiently on the table, and he looked at Emily with half-open eyes, "It's already this time, and you're still playing tricks?" ”

"I don't have ......"

"Bang-"

Emily turned her head to face the wolf, and just as she was about to defend herself, a heavy thud suddenly came from the door of the office, as if someone outside was riding a black-horned bull and trying to fly the entire office to Saturn with a ten-meter-thick siege hose. And it seems that the other side is about to succeed soon.

The wolf's expression changed at this moment. He went from relaxed to nervous, but not flustered. His originally dull eyes revealed fierce vigilance at this moment, and he looked at the door and then at Emily - Emily was attracted by the sound and did not look at him - suddenly leaned forward, crossed the desk and stretched forward with both hands, grabbed Emily's clothes behind her back, and dragged her whole body backwards, pulling her behind the desk, to his side.

Emily screamed at the sudden turn of events, dancing like an octopus on all fours, and stomped on the wolf with her heel as she landed. The wolf's face twisted in pain, but he held it up without saying a word, and locked Emily's neck with his backhand, clasping her throat.

Then, the sturdy door of the office was finally violently smashed open from the outside, and a slender black figure flashed in quickly. She rolled on the expensively carpeted, comfortable kennel like an aristocratic kennel and stopped, half-kneeling forward with her gun in the air of an experienced and battle-hardened professional.

However, after seeing the current situation at the scene, Marcy's gun was slowly lowered. A layer of crystal beads of sweat was visible to the naked eye on her forehead, and although she tried to control her breathing, she was still very short, and the muscles of her arms holding the gun trembled slightly. Her physical depletion was enormous.

It's the fucking sixteenth floor.