Qi Fei and the other two women stared blankly at the screen of Wu Yun's camera, their hands covering their mouths. It looked like something had been scattered from above the Peace Restaurant. A black tide of people surged below. The commotion erupting on the viewing platform stairs was clearly visible, as was the chaotic scramble beneath the Peace Restaurant.
The people who fell on the stairs were quickly swallowed by the converging crowd. Centered around the staircase, the people were packed shoulder to shoulder.
Qi Fei adjusted the zoom, clearly capturing the desperate, terrified expressions on the faces of the tourists packed together. It was a raw display of human nature, its dark side laid bare.
Qi Fei's voice trembled as she looked at Wu Yun, who was now observing through a pair of binoculars. "Xiaoyunzi! It's really happening! What do we do? What do we do?!"
