April 1. Sunday. Night, 23:25.

"Bang-bang-bang-" Zhou Xuan heard a terrifying sound, and several dazzling rays of light suddenly shot out from the top of his head, which was originally as dark as a dungeon, almost stabbing his pupils that had long been accustomed to the dim light, making him want to burrow into the concrete underground and be buried in a deeper layer of darkness and darkness.

Future Dream Building, 4th basement floor, diesel generator room.

Circling his eyes, he struggled to adjust the focus of his gaze to confirm that the four headlights overhead were all on. Excited cheers and high-fives of congratulations rang out in the ears, as well as the shouts of the owner of the building: "Calm down! ”

This man named Luo Haoran was so full of his words that the people who were almost about to party were immediately silent. Only Churchill, a Labrador dog, was frightened by the sudden light and let out a "woo" wail, hiding behind his owner and clamping his tail.

The white light ceased to flicker and weaved into a transparent web that illuminated his face and cast his tall shadow on the wall behind him. His beard was cleanly shaven, the tip of his nose was barely greasy, his eyes were cold, and he was not angry: "First, we haven't escaped yet!" Second, we're still in the deepest part of the ground. ”

"Mr. Luo, let's hurry up then!" The team leader spoke out on behalf of all the staff.

"Wait a minute, has the power been restored to the entire building?"

"No, the diesel engine has limited power and can only supply a part of the power, but it can ensure that all floors and passages are lit."

Their owner nodded slightly: "This building is very well designed. He turned to the other side of the diesel generator, and his face faded into shadows.

Dozens of minutes ago, when he heard the words "Luo Haoran", Zhou Xuan began to search hard in his memory, including the Internet, television, newspapers, NASDAQ, the rich list, and the Red Cross...... Even financial books, about this name that should have been thunderous, the owner of the Future Dream Building, have found nothing. Zhou Xuan had racked his brains, whether it was this unusual name or this impressive face, he was convinced that he had never heard of Luo Haoran.

"Let's go." The owner of the building finally gave instructions, including the loyal Labrador, and everyone walked out of the diesel generator room. They did not go to the elevator entrance because Luo Haoran ordered all elevators to be turned off. Zhou Xuan followed the group of people up the stairs, each carrying a work bag, and took out various escape equipment from the emergency kit on the side of the corridor, and even an electric impact drill.

After walking several flights of stairs and entering the escape passage on the third floor of the mall, the walkie-talkie in the trouser pocket of the team leader rang. He took it out in a panic and pressed the call button, and heard a trembling voice: "Group...... Leader...... I...... I...... Found it...... The ...... who escaped Road...... ......"

Everyone around stopped all of a sudden, quietly gathered around the group leader, this man who looked simple and honest, trembling and holding the walkie-talkie-talkie-when the phone was interrupted and the mobile phone signal disappeared, it had become the only communication tool in the Future Dream Building-but he didn't dare to say a word, staring directly at Luo Haoran.

Finally, the master nodded and whispered, "Ask him where he is." ”

The team leader then pressed the call button and said, "Brother, where are you?" ”

"I ...... I'm here...... On the top floor...... 19th Floor...... Over here...... Can...... Get out ......"

He's on the nineteenth floor!

The team leader nodded excitedly and said to Luo Haoran: "Mr. Luo, I can hear his voice, he is a colleague of our group!" ”

The voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie came again: "Luo ...... Mr. Luo...... With you? ”

In fact, there should not be enough to hear what the team leader said to Luo Haoran just now, but he felt his presence, or it may be because Churchill shouted a few times.

Luo Haoran nodded, and the team leader dared to answer: "Yes!" Mr. Luo is around us, and there are many more people here! ”

"Hurry up...... We...... Saved......"

There was no sound on the other end of the intercom, but everyone's expressions were excited. Luo Haoran was still expressionless, but whispered two words: "Go up." ”

Except for Churchill, no one dared to walk in front of Luo Haoran, basically maintaining the original formation. The last person didn't forget to rush to the edge of the atrium on the third floor and shouted, "Hey! Someone has found a way out on the top floor! ”

After a few minutes, everyone was sweating profusely and panting, especially the few who were carrying electric drills and shovels, and even the Labradors stuck their tongues out. Only Luo Haoran's face almost did not change, only beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if there was a steel body hidden in his clothes. Zhou Xuan looked up and saw the number of floors marked on the wall - 18.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 23:40.

More than an hour ago, he had just fled from the nineteenth floor of the top floor of the Future Dream Building to the fourth floor, the deepest underground. Now, it has taken a shorter time, crossed more than 20 floors again, and almost returned to the starting point - isn't life like this? Starting from the starting point, and returning to the starting point, just like just wanting to commit suicide by jumping from the nineteenth floor, but was saved by the disaster of countless murders.

Suddenly, Churchill let out a furious bark. Perhaps because the dog was always nervous, everyone ignored it and continued to rush to the top floor of the hotel. Only Luo Haoran stopped. He looked down at his dog, who had turned from barking to wailing, circling around his master's legs. He patted the dog's neck vigorously and yelled, "Brute! However, no matter how much the owner dragged it, the Labrador stubbornly stayed still, its four paws as if it were taking root on the ground.

Everyone else had rushed up the nineteenth floor, and there was a chorus of cheers from the rooftop, followed by the sound of electric drills cutting through the walls - Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part N?

Zhou Xuan did not run up, and always followed Luo Haoran and Churchill, believing that this was the safest. When Luo Haoran was about to give up his dog and prepare to catch up with his men and command everyone to escape from the top floor, the Labrador turned around and ran downstairs.

"Churchill!" This time it was Zhou Xuan who called it by name, and he looked at Luo Haoran with his eyebrows tightened, waiting for the owner of this building to make a choice.

Luo Haoran hesitated for a moment. His gaze was as cold as usual, making it impossible to guess the hidden secret. He looked at Churchill, who had run half the floor, and watched as he terroristly tucked his tail between his thighs and let out a wail, as if mourning at the funeral of his master.

The overhead light flickered.

Luo Haoran made a choice - instead of rushing to the top floor of the nineteenth floor where he had escaped, he ran in the opposite direction, following his Labrador and running downstairs. As for Zhou Xuan, he didn't even think about it, he followed Luo Hao without hesitation, and ran quickly to the seventeenth floor.

Churchill did not run far, deliberately waiting for his master, and when he saw him coming to him, he continued to run to the sixteenth floor with his tail between his legs. Zhou Xuan followed closely behind Luo Haoran and rushed back to the dark underground, as if there was hell above his head.

There was a cacophony of footsteps downstairs, rushing out many survivors from the ground floor. These people are full of hope for escape, and although they are covered in dust, dirt and blood, they can still roughly distinguish which customers are too late to leave tonight, and which are unlucky staff members who leave work late.

Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran each stepped aside, their bodies pressed against the wall, and a passage was made in the middle. Churchill also cowered in corners so as not to be stepped on by the manic people.

The people turned a blind eye to Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran, scrambling to pass between them and continue to rush to the top floor. Zhou Xuan silently counted in his heart, about twelve people. Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran glanced at each other. The hallway was filled with the footsteps of those people, like shadows following their ears.

Zhou Xuan really wanted to cover his ears. Are you afraid to hear the cheers of their successful escape? Or are you afraid of hearing the radio of rescuers outside? He looked at the middle-aged man opposite him with a puzzled face. Is it an escape or a suicide?

Luo Haoran's face was still like a desert, and there was no change.

Churchill ran down unswervingly, Luo Haoran followed his dog, and Zhou Xuan had to be led by the dog's nose. They made their way through hotels and office buildings to the movie theater on the ninth floor. Zhou Xuan couldn't help but think again: Those people on the top floor have probably escaped, right? He forced himself to stop, never wanting to trust a dog's judgment any longer.

At this moment, there was a deafening roar overhead, and the feet trembled violently, and the whole building seemed to be sent to a massage chair and turned to the strongest vibration gear!

Zhou Xuan subconsciously fell to the ground, and at the moment when the world was spinning, he struggled to roll twice towards the base of the wall, making sure that he was away from the atrium. The shadow in his ears turned into a fist and slammed into his skull, so much so that a symphony concert began in his brain: cello, viola, violin, double bass, clarinet, oboe, flute, piccolo, etc.