At the end of the staircase, there was a dark-colored escape door. Xia You walked towards the door and pulled it, but it was locked.
Feeling relieved, Xia You breathed a sigh of relief. That so-called escape door chilled her to the bone; it was not an escape door, but rather bore resemblance to a door of a hospital morgue that separates life and death.
Xia You prepared to head back when she had just stepped on the first stair. The lock of the door "clicked" and opened. Her body shivered, and she anxiously looked at the door. The unlocking sound was not loud, easy for one to mishear.
The door was slightly ajar, and a stream of stale, hot air, different from the cold, damp air of the underground prison, began to seep through into the fire escape.
"Lieutenant Colonel, the elevator has arrived, and I don't have the youthful vigor to climb so many stairs," a robust middle-aged man called out to the person who opened the door.
