C1144 Descending
Xia Yihan drove to the abandoned factory. The place was still the same as before, even more eerie in the dark. Xia Yihan ran to the front of the warehouse and carefully looked at the rusty handle.
There were some blood stains on the door handle of the warehouse. Xia Yihan lightly touched it, and the barbed metal on the door handle slightly pricked her skin.
Everything was now settled