Mu Qiu ran into a small turning alley before she finally stopped.
She hadn't been to this alley before, but just now on the rickshaw, she had the advantage of height and saw that there were people inside.
Where there are people, there's a plot.
Upon entering, the alley was quiet, and the people she saw earlier were gone.
Mu Qiu lightened her footsteps and took the retractable paper knife from her waist, assuming a guarded stance.
Clearly someone was here, but it was so quiet, Mu Qiu thought of the horror movies she had seen before, and the tension suddenly rose.
It felt like people were everywhere, someone was definitely behind her, and to her left and right too, maybe even under her feet if it was less realistic.
As she walked further into the alley, it was quiet, and any random rustling sound could make her freeze in tension for a moment.
