All was quiet and uneventful, and the apartment was rather safe before midnight. Yang Xiao finally stood in front of Room 8009. Bowing his head, he could see several large cardboard boxes placed on either side of the door, stuffed full of empty liquor bottles.
If before Yang Xiao had had his doubts about Yan Huiru's words, now he believed most of them. After adjusting his emotions, he reached out to knock, but before he could, a faint voice came through from inside the room.
Yang Xiao ceased his actions, ensuring his surroundings were secure, then pressed his head to the door, ear against the wood. The sound from inside the room grew clearer.
It was a man's rough cursing, mixed with the noise of something being knocked over, and beyond that, Yang Xiao could also hear the crying of a child.
Normally, it would be a bad time to knock and disturb, but with the appointed time for the task drawing near, Yang Xiao had no choice but to steel himself and knock on the door.
"Bang."