Melody Summers frowned slightly. ’It’s already 11 p.m. What is Maisie Lynch doing here at this hour?’
After a moment’s hesitation, Melody Summers opened the door for Maisie Lynch.
The temperature outside had already dropped to over sixty degrees below zero Celsius. Although The Metropolis Residences had its heating on, the temperature in the hallway was still around forty to fifty degrees below zero.
Maisie Lynch was wearing a down jacket, with a thick quilt wrapped over it, making her look like an oversized burrito.
Even though it was freezing outside, Melody Summers had no intention of letting Maisie Lynch in. She opened the door just a crack and asked with a frown, "...It’s so late. What brings you here? Is something wrong?"
Maisie Lynch seemed to let out a sigh of relief when Melody Summers opened the door.
She didn’t ask to come inside, merely standing at the door and saying to Melody Summers, "The girl in 1601... she went out two days ago and still hasn’t returned. I’m worried something might have happened to her..."
Melody Summers was stunned and blurted out, "What?!"
Maisie Lynch’s face was bright red from the cold. She haltingly recounted what she had gone through over the past two days.
With Ivan Warren dead, Maisie Lynch had been living alone in 1602 for the past few days, and she was in a constant state of terror.
Maisie Lynch had been beaten and imprisoned by Titus Lowell and his two brothers, and the psychological trauma was immense. Now, whenever she closed her eyes, she was convinced that robbers would break in while she slept and kidnap her.
She followed Melody Summers’s advice and barricaded the front door with her sofa, but she was still worried. So, she just moved her bedding to the sofa and slept by the door, allowing her to constantly monitor for any noise in the hallway.
At first, everything outside was quiet, with no sounds from the hallway. Then, two days ago, Maisie Lynch heard a door open and close. She nervously pressed her eye to the peephole to check and saw Joyce Lawson from 1601 heading out.
Maisie Lynch didn’t think much of it at first, but she had developed insomnia over the last two days. She tossed and turned, completely unable to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see the three menacing faces of Titus Lowell and his brothers.
She spent two days in a daze like this when she suddenly realized something—Joyce Lawson hadn’t returned in two days!
With the blizzard raging outside, where could a young woman like Joyce Lawson possibly go?
The more Maisie Lynch thought about it, the more she believed that something must have happened to Joyce Lawson!
Remembering that Joyce Lawson and Melody Summers were friends, Maisie Lynch deliberated and decided that she had to tell Melody what was going on.
Melody Summers listened to Maisie Lynch’s story with a deep frown. ’It’s this cold outside. Why would Joyce Lawson go out?’
She looked at Maisie Lynch, who was shivering from the cold, and nodded. "I understand... You should head back. It’s too cold out here."
After Maisie Lynch left, Melody Summers closed the door, sat on the sofa, and began to think, her brow furrowed.
’The snow outside is already three stories high, over ten meters deep. There’s no way Joyce Lawson could have gotten out. She has to be somewhere in this building.’
’So where could she have gone?’
In a flash, Melody Summers suddenly thought of something else—
Mrs. Vance had once told her that she’d heard arguing and a woman’s crying coming from 1506 these last few days.
’Could it be...’
’Could it be that the crying woman wasn’t Joanne White, but Joyce Lawson?!’
******
「Apartment 1505」
The bedroom was pitch-black due to the power outage, with only the faint glow of the coal stove for light.


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