Later.

He came back to the bed, cut another finger cruelly, and continued to write for help.

"19th floor, 110!"

After writing only two pages, the blood on my fingers dried again. Chenchen grinned in pain and quickly rolled up the written papers and threw them downstairs.

Seeing the paper falling down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Next.

It just depends on luck.

I hope someone sees his distress letter and calls the police.

certainly.

Those letters for help may also be swept away as garbage...

But this was the only way he could think of to save himself.

If the papers were not in a ball, the blood stains on them would be noticeable, but the floor is too high. If you just throw the papers down, you don't know where they will float.

It's different when we are in a group.

It is not easy to see the above content if it is grouped together, but if someone sees it, its specific location can be determined.

And next.

All he has to do is...wait!
Chapter completed!