The body was moved to the back alley of the convenience store.
The blood was wiped off, the ground was cleaned, but the stench couldn’t be contained.
Old Feng handed the child to a woman and turned back, squatting at the entrance of the convenience store.
He took out a half-pack of damp cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out a single one, didn’t light it, just held it.
“Retired from the East City Police Station.
I’ve been patrolling this area for twenty years.”
Lu Chen sat on the step next to him, silent.
“I advised them not to go to the surface,” Old Feng pointed towards the maintenance hatch.
“But the basement is so small, the water runs out.
“How many times have your people been bitten?”
“Three times,” Old Feng replied promptly.
“The first two times I tied them up, waited until dawn.
Dawn changed everything.
The third time, it was today.”