Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

April 1.Sunday.Night, 23:25. "Boom-boom-boom--" Zhou Xuan heard a frightening sound, and several dazzling rays of light suddenly shot out from the top of his head, which was originally as dark as an underground palace, almost piercing the pupils that had already adapted to the dim light, making him wish he could get in. Cement underground, buried in a deeper layer of dark and black ground. Future Dream Building, fourth basement floor, diesel generator room. Zhou Xuan blocked his eyes, adjusted the focus of his sight with difficulty, and confirmed that the four headlights above his head were all on.Excited cheers and high-fives sounded in my ears, and the owner of the building stopped: "Calm down!"

This man named Luo Haoran kept his promises, and the people who were about to throw a party fell silent immediately.Only Churchill, a Labrador retriever, was so frightened by the sudden light that he wailed and hid behind his master and clamped his tail. The white light stopped flickering and wove a transparent net, illuminating his face and casting his tall shadow on the wall behind him.His beard was cleanly shaved, 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 are still in the deepest part of the ground."

"Mr. Luo, let's go up quickly!" The team leader spoke his mind on behalf of all the staff. "Wait a minute, is the power back to the whole building?" "No, the power generated by the diesel engine is limited, and it can only supply part of the power, but it can ensure the lighting of all floors and passages." Their owner nodded slightly: "This building is well designed." He turned to the other side of the diesel generator, and his face disappeared into the shadow. Dozens of minutes ago, upon hearing the word "Luo Haoran", Zhou Xuan began to search his memory hard, including the Internet, TV, newspapers, NASDAQ, the rich list, the Red Cross...even financial books, about The name that should have been recognizable, the owner of the Future Dream Building, has nothing.Zhou Xuan had racked his brains, whether it was this unusual name or this impressive face, he was sure that he had never heard of Luo Haoran.

"Go." The owner of the building finally issued 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 to turn off all elevator power.Zhou Xuan followed the group of people up the stairs, everyone was carrying a work bag, and took out various escape tools from the emergency tool box beside the corridor, even an electric impact drill. There is no chainsaw. After walking up several flights of stairs and entering the escape passage on the third floor of the shopping mall, the walkie-talkie in the team leader's trouser pocket rang.He took it out in a panic and pressed the call button, and heard a trembling voice: "Team...team leader...I...I...found...the way...to escape..."

Everyone around stopped in their tracks and quietly gathered around the team leader. This man, who looked simple and honest, held the walkie-talkie tightly with trembling hands. communication tool—but dare not say a word, staring straight at Luo Haoran. Finally, the master nodded and said softly, "Ask where he is." The team leader pressed the call button and said, "Brother, where are you?" "I... I am... on the top floor... the nineteenth floor... here... I can... escape..." 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 in our team!"

Another voice came from the intercom: "Luo...Mr. Luo...with you?" In fact, they should not have heard what the group leader said to Luo Haoran just now, but they could feel his presence. It may also be because Churchill called a few times. Luo Haoran nodded, and the team leader dared to answer: "Yes! Mr. Luo is by our side, and there are many other people!" "Come up quickly... we... are saved..." There was no sound from the intercom, but everyone looked very excited.Luo Haoran remained expressionless, and just 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 did not forget to rush to the atrium on the third floor, and shouted down: "Hey! Someone found a way out on the top floor!"

A few minutes later, everyone was sweating profusely and out of breath, especially those carrying electric drills and shovels. Even the Labrador dog stuck out its tongue.Only Luo Haoran hardly changed his face, only beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, as if there was a steel body hidden in his clothes.Zhou Xuan raised his head 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 escaped from the top nineteenth floor of the Future Dream Building to the deepest underground four floors.Now it takes even less time to cross over twenty floors again, and almost return to the starting point—isn’t life like this?Starting from the starting point and returning to the starting point, it is like trying to commit suicide by jumping off the nineteenth floor, but was rescued by a disaster that killed countless people.

Suddenly, Churchill barked furiously.Perhaps because the dog was always nervous, everyone ignored it and continued to rush towards the top floor of the hotel.Only Luo Haoran stopped in his tracks.He looked down at his dog, who had gone from barking to howling, circling around his master's legs.He patted the dog's neck hard, and shouted sharply: "Beast!" However, no matter how the owner dragged it, the Labrador stubbornly stayed where it was, and its four paws seemed to take root on the ground. Everyone else has rushed to the nineteenth floor, there is a confluence of cheers from the top, and then there is the noise of electric drills breaking through the wall-The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part N?

Zhou Xuan didn't run up, and always followed Luo Haoran and Churchill, believing that it was the safest way.When Luo Haoran was about to give up his dog and was about to catch up with his men and direct 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. He frowned and looked at Luo Haoran, waiting for the owner of the building to make a decision. 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 already run down half a floor, and saw it tucking its tail between its thighs in fear, and howling, as if mourning at the funeral of its owner.

The overhead lights flickered. Luo Haoran made a choice - instead of rushing to the top floor of the nineteenth floor where he escaped, he ran in the opposite direction and followed his Labrador dog downstairs.As for Zhou Xuan, without even thinking about it, he followed Luo Hao without hesitation, and quickly ran to the seventeenth floor. Churchill didn't run far, and waited for his master intentionally. 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 to the dark underground again, as if the hell was above his head.

There was a loud sound of footsteps downstairs, and many survivors from the ground floor rushed out.These people were full of hope of escape. Although they were covered in dust, dirt and blood, they could still roughly distinguish which ones were the customers who had no time to leave tonight, and which ones were the unlucky staff who got off work late. Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran retreated to the side knowingly, their bodies pressed against the wall, making way for a passage in the middle.Churchill also huddled in a corner so as not to be stepped on by the manic crowd. People turned a blind eye to Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran, scrambling to pass between them and continue rushing towards the top floor.Zhou Xuan silently counted in his heart, about twelve people.Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran looked at each other.The corridor was filled with the footsteps of those people, like shadows following their ears. Zhou Xuan really wanted to cover his ears.Is it afraid to hear the cheers of them successfully escaping from the desperate situation?Or are you afraid of hearing the broadcast of rescuers outside?He looked at the middle-aged man opposite him suspiciously.Running in the opposite direction like this, is it escape or suicide? Luo Haoran's face was still like a desert, without any change. Churchill ran down unswervingly, Luo Haoran followed his dog, Zhou Xuan had to be led by the nose by the dog.They walked through the hotel and office buildings all the way, and fled to the cinema on the ninth floor.Zhou Xuan couldn't help thinking again: Those people on the top floor must have escaped, right?He forced himself to stop, never wanting to trust a dog's judgment again. At this moment, there was a deafening roar above the head, and the feet trembled violently. It was as if the whole building was put on a massage chair, and it was adjusted to the strongest vibration gear! Zhou Xuan subconsciously fell to the ground, and at the moment the sky was spinning, he rolled twice towards the base of the wall to ensure that he was far away from the courtyard.The shadow by the ear turned into a fist, pounding his cranial cavity so hard that a symphony concert started in his brain: cello, viola, violin, double bass, clarinet, oboe, flute, piccolo, etc. played together.