I quickly picked up the knife and leaned against the wall, waiting. The cold wind blew in through the crack in the door.

The voice-controlled light above the corridor dimmed and brightened, and the air seemed to solidify, reaching an eerie point.

"What happened?"

It was 202's voice.

She was wearing a pink silk pajama, holding her phone tightly, looking incredulously at the mess on the floor.

"How did you come here?"

I asked in return, my gaze shifting to 202's left hand, which was intact.

Although 202 was a girl, the rabbit head mask had all the characteristics of a man, from height to body shape.

However, the roar that had just been heard came from a voice changer.

This indicated that the serial killer was either an acquaintance who committed the crime and feared that someone would recognize his voice, or it could be a woman, but it was uncertain.

"Can I come in?"

"My phone has no network and no signal. I can't contact anyone. In this situation, I get more scared staying alone at home."

202 and I had a good relationship. The friendship between girls might start with sharing a link to a pair of shoes.

During the pandemic, we would borrow things from each other when we lacked food and supplies.

Occasionally, she would come to my house on weekends to watch a movie.

I hesitated for a moment and unlocked the chain to let her in.

"Did you just not encounter the serial killer?" I asked. Their timing was close, so they should have bumped into each other.

"No, I just heard some noises. I came up after it became quiet. Everyone in the group is asking about your situation. I saw that you hadn't replied, and I was worried that something had happened to you."

202's expression looked so anxious that she was about to cry.

There was a serial killer in the building, yet she had the courage to come alone to find me.

I still had some doubts. "Didn't you say your phone had no network or signal?"

202 hurriedly handed me her phone. "Yes! After reading the group chat, I couldn't send any messages anymore. Quickly check your phone."

I picked up my phone and realized that there was no signal, not even one bar, and the network was disconnected.

In other words, the emergency call we hadn't dialed in time would never have a chance to be rescued!

"What should we do? What should we do?"

202 anxiously paced back and forth in the house. "He must have jammed the signal. I guessed right. We discovered his secret, so he wants to eliminate us completely."

"So the killer is 404, right?"

"As long as we don't go out, we'll be safe at home. Let's quietly go down to my place and hide."

202's eyes were as clear as a little deer.

I looked at the broken door lock and shook my head.

Hiding blindly without calling the police would only temporarily delay the inevitable. It was basically equivalent to waiting for death.

If we wanted to survive, we had to find a way to save ourselves.

I handed a baseball bat to 202.

"We need to run out."