It was the first time the third-floor apartment hallway had been so quiet.
The only sound came from the garbage chute blocking the stairwell.
It remained motionless, yet every now and then, they could hear something tumbling, crashing, and falling deep inside—as if someone were actually throwing trash in.
Once, they even heard a faint voice rise from the depths of the chute, greeting someone unknown. "Hey, you're here too? A life without work and ambition isn't bad, is it? … I'm happy to just be trash… It's easy, and carefree."
"Do you really think you can trick people into going in like that?"
Hai Luwei finally lost his patience. He looked up at it and said, "We're discussing something important. Can you please be quiet?"
The garbage chute made no sound, just like a real garbage chute.
"...Is it true?" Mai Mingle asked in a low voice after a few seconds.
"You haven't seen it?" Fu Tailan countered.
Mai Mingle shook her head, her expression blank.
