Han Fei's fingertip touched the doorknob of the Director's office, but at that moment, he heard the cry of a child again, a sound not coming from the Director's office, but from another room deep in the corridor.
"Number Two said to always follow the child's cry and not to be distracted by anything."
Han Fei withdrew his hand, undisturbed by habitual thinking, and turned to run towards the source of the crying.
He had barely taken a few steps when the door marked as the Director's office swung open, and a gigantic arm, covered in brown hair, reached out, its palm clutching countless children's smiling faces!
If Han Fei had accidentally opened the door just now, he would have been grabbed directly by the giant hand!
A wave of fear washed over him, and Han Fei broke into a run, not daring to pause for a moment.
"The giant hand is covered in brown hair; it seems to be mentioned in the memory images emerging from the sauce jar! Could this hand belong to the Director?"
