The garage was filled with a stale odor. Where vehicles should have been parked, a few fast-food boxes now lay discarded, looking jarringly out of place. The boxes were scattered haphazardly, like discarded war trophies. Some had their lids propped open, the leftover food inside already dried into crusty, unsightly scabs, exuding a rancid, sour stench of mixed grease and rotting food. The smell drifted into Liang Song's nostrils, causing him to wrinkle his nose and furrow his brow into a tight knot. He muttered to himself that this meant someone had been lingering in the garage recently, and judging by the looks of it, for quite some time. What shady business were these people plotting, holed up right here? Was it connected to the crisis at the metro station, or did they have another conspiracy in mind? Countless questions churned in his mind.
Liang Song raised the gun in his hand, its cold touch sharpening his senses. With the barrel, he gently pushed open the ajar inner door, moving with extreme caution for fear of alerting anything on the other side. The hinges let out a faint, creaking groan that sounded exceptionally abrupt in the silent garage, like the sigh of a ghost startled in the dark. To Liang Song, the sound felt like a striking alarm bell, putting every nerve in his body on high alert.
Once the inner door swung open, the sight that met Liang Song's eyes instantly heightened his vigilance—documents were scattered all over the floor. Papers drifted about as if t…
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