The sewer was filled with dead silence, with only the sound of dripping water and a slight echo.
Oliver Si tilted his head slightly.
From a distance of more than ten meters, Ethan Zhou could see the shadow outlining a deep contour on the edge of his cheek, from the straight nose to the lips and chin, like a silhouette painting.
"You guys go ahead." He suddenly said, "I'll go back to the ground entrance and drive the old car back."
Before Ethan Zhou had the chance to persuade him, he heard him slam the iron door shut and then lock it.
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