Humans have this particular flaw.
When encountering sothing frightening or dangerous.
If no one starts screaming and shouting or takes the lead in running away, the people present can more or less maintain their composure.
But if one person starts screaming and running away, it imdiately affects others, spreading like a virus.
Jiang Ran got infected too.
Forget about now, even last night when he had a weapon, if it were this situation.
He wouldn't dare to confront them, because there were three people on the other side.
At the sa ti, he was also extrely shocked—how many White Ghost Face Mask People were there in this apartnt?
Inside Room 404.
The people inside clearly heard voices of others outside, but those voices grew farther away, taking with them the hopes of the several people inside.
The detective in his fifties hurriedly called Jiang Ran again, but Jiang Ran was currently focused entirely on escaping for his life—how could he possibly answer the phone?
And even if he did answer, he couldn't save anyone.
"Better to rely on yourself than on others. This is the fourth floor. Using a rope to descend from here, we can still survive."
Little Sherlock Hols erged from the bedroom at this mont, holding a very thick cloth rope in his hands.
The materials were bedsheets, quilts, curtains, and other fabric materials.
Little Sherlock Hols was just like Xiao Q and the other two who were rescued by Mike from Room 1001 a long ti ago.
Pursued by the chainsaw murderer, with no other choice, they escaped using a cloth rope.
And quite coincidentally, by fate.
Back then, Xiao Q and the other two also escaped from Room 404.
Little Sherlock Hols had probably thought of this thod when soone started violently breaking down the door and had already put it into action.
Now, he fixed one end of the cloth rope at a spot in the living room.
The rest of the rope extended along the balcony, loosening downward.
He grabbed Li ngng, who was curled up on the sofa in terror, and said coldly:
"Hey, you go down first."
Forget about Li ngng in her current state—even if it were before she was imprisoned, if you asked her to go from the fourth floor down using just a cloth rope without any safety asures.
She wouldn't have the courage, nor the ability.
"No, no, no! I don't dare!"
Li ngng fearfully broke free and curled back up on the sofa.
"Hey, Li ngng, we promised to get you out. You're the most useless among us, so we're giving you the first chance to escape. Hurry up! Don't waste ti!"
Little Sherlock Hols had absolute confidence in his cloth rope craftsmanship.
So he wasn't making Li ngng the first test subject for the rope's sturdiness.
He was genuinely giving her the first escape opportunity.
But Li ngng was like mud that just wouldn't stick to the wall.
Seeing this, Little Sherlock Hols said to the young detective, "You go down first!"
The young detective swallowed hard.
He went to the balcony area, stuck his head out the window, and looked down at the height.
Good grief, if he could descend using just a cloth rope, he'd be on par with those two famous superstars from Hua Country who beca famous through kung fu martial arts films.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to go down this way either.
"Pull the cloth rope back up, wrap it around Li ngng's waist, and lower her down."
"Since we promised to get her out of here, we have to keep our word."
"A person should be true to their word."
The detective in his fifties piled the bedside cabinet against the security door while watching the balcony area.
Before Little Sherlock Hols and the young detective could react, his apprentice Liu Qingxuan pulled the cloth rope that had fallen from the balcony back up.
Then he forcefully and securely tied it around Li ngng's waist.
After tying it, he said sternly to Li ngng:
"When we lower you down later, you need to use so strength too. Be smart with your mind, hands, and feet."
"This is your only chance to escape from here."
"If you'd rather stay here, waiting for the people outside to co in and imprison you again, I can untie the rope right now."
Probably moved by these words, and also because Li ngng herself had a strong desire to survive.
She nodded sowhat fearfully.
With Liu Qingxuan's support, she wobbled unsteadily to the balcony window.
Stepping onto a chair, Li ngng swung both legs over the window one after another.
She sat on the windowsill, the edge digging painfully into her buttocks.
"You guys co help too."
Liu Qingxuan tightly gripped the section of rope closest to Li ngng.
Little Sherlock Hols and the young detective held sections of the cloth rope further back at separate intervals.
The final section was held by the detective in his fifties.
Although there was a fixed point in the living room, it required the combined effort of all four n to slowly lower Li ngng down.
This was to prevent her from descending too quickly and falling to her death.
Li ngng sat on the windowsill for a long ti, not daring to go down.
Liu Qingxuan said, "If you don't go down now, even if I don't push you, that cosplay Sherlock Hols will push you."
With a full-body shudder, Li ngng lifted her buttocks off the windowsill.
Suddenly, her body lost its center of gravity.
Especially around her feet—it felt like weightlessness.
Unable to find any support to step on, this sensation was like a non-swimr falling into water.
Both feet desperately tried to step upward, flailing upward, but could only feel a little resistance from the water.
And the current situation was even more despairing than falling into water.
At least with water, there's sothing there—but this... was air.
Fortunately, though, there were four big n holding the cloth rope around her waist, which made the feeling much better.
And so, the four people in Room 404 gritted their teeth and persevered, slowly lowering Li ngng bit by bit.
Although her body bumped against the lower floors several tis during the descent, suffering so impact injuries.
It was still better than losing her life.
Once Li ngng reached the bottom, she quickly untied the cloth rope from her waist.
After untying it, she shouted up to the floor above, "Thank you! Thank you! I'm leaving first!"
Having obtained safety and freedom, Li ngng alone ran toward the exit of Alice Apartnt.
Seeing Li ngng run off, apart from the young detective who felt so resentnt, thinking this woman was really ungrateful.
The other three had no particular thoughts. They had promised to get her out anyway;
her running off first didn't matter.
"Alright, next, it's your turn."
After Li ngng, it was the young detective's turn. The young detective nodded and was about to pull the cloth rope up from below.
Little Sherlock Hols grabbed his hand, frowning, "What are you doing?"
The young detective said, "Tie it around my waist! Then lower down like Li ngng."
Little Sherlock Hols laughed in exasperation.
Liu Qingxuan beside him said speechlessly, "You, a grown man, still need that?"
"Besides, how much does she weigh? How much do you weigh? Are you two in the sa weight class?"
Li ngng weighed at most eighty or ninety pounds, while the young detective weighed at least 130.
Moreover, when lowering Li ngng down, there were four people above.
This ti, if they were to lower the young detective down, there would only be three people left above.
The young detective sighed deeply, "In society, everyone shouts about gender equality."
"But every ti it cos to critical monts, I see there's still a difference between n and won."
With that.
The young detective closed his eyes and went for it.
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