Let's go. [There's a green sign for the stairs glowing at the end of the hallway, bright in the leaf-shaded gloom; Zhao points it out and heads for them, taking them up two at a time. Normal window boxes can't generally hold a plant big enough to take over an entire building. What the heck is this guy putting on his flower garden?
It's obvious when they get to the third floor which apartment they're looking for. There's several muttering residents crowded outside, and small vines curling enthusiastically out under the door.]
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It's obvious when they get to the third floor which apartment they're looking for. There's several muttering residents crowded outside, and small vines curling enthusiastically out under the door.]