An old apartment building, the exterior walls are covered with air conditioners and rusty anti-theft nets, with only a few windows with lights on. I locked the car, picked up the incubator and rushed inside.
The elevator stopped at the top floor. I pressed the button for a long time before slowly coming down.
The moment the door was opened, the smell of disinfectant wafted out. I frowned, walked into the elevator, and pressed the 8th floor button.
The lights in the elevator flickered, illuminating my face on the stainless steel wall. I licked the rain on my lips and took out my cell phone to call the client.
"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."
