Red elevator.
It was hard to get into the elevator at the 8th, but the alarm almost deafened my ear.
“Please follow the rules, or the ladders will be crushed to the ground! I’m sorry.
One.
The elevator went up like there was no end.
The alarm continues to read incomprehensible “the elevator rules”.
[1. The elevator is activated every five minutes and randomly travels to a floor, with attention to the digital light. _Other Organiser
[2. On arrival of any floor, the elevator door will remain open for five minutes and will be forced to close at the end of the time. If left out of the elevator, the ladders will be crushed to the ground! _Other Organiser
[3. The building has 18 floors, each with its own business, and respect their business model. _Other Organiser
[4. Attention, 7th and 16th floors are extremely dangerous, and if you arrive unfortunately, be psychologically prepared and good luck. _Other Organiser
Five if the elevator lights are on the 1st floor, congratulations. Please run fast after the elevator opens, do not hesitate, do not turn back, it represents the only chance. _Other Organiser
Until the rules are all set, the loudspeaker finally stops.
Elevator doesn’t go crazy, it makes our heart feel better.
The digital lights are dropping, and they’re finally set at 9.
“Welcome to the 9th floor, the sea-breeding pot. I’m sorry.
Two.
After the elevator door was opened, a hot air came to us.
Smells like spices and peppers, causing a sneeze.
When the heat spreads, I find it surprising that the position we are standing is not in the elevator, but on a huge rock.
The elevator, which symbolized safety, ran to the opposite side of a distance, empty, marking the countdown of five minutes.
And between us and the elevator, there’s a huge fire pot.
Compared to it, we’re like food on the table.
The hot pots are in four cells, looking at each other, three of which are spicy bottoms with red bubbles, and the hot oily fragrances are coming up, and the remaining one is the bottoms of the soup-cleaning pots, with a little fog on the white water.
There is a chopstick right above each pot, like a single log bridge.
Look at this, it’s like we’re going to walk across the elevator in five minutes through the log bridge.
As we hesitated, when no one tried to step forward, a loud voice passed in our ears:
“The new casseroles, let me remind you that each chopstick can weigh at most four people and that it will take about three minutes to get to the other side through the hot pot, so choose as soon as possible, if you don’t want me to eat it. I’m sorry.
And by the sound of it, there’s a giant, huge giant, with a chef’s hat on his head, looking at us with great joy.
This image reminds me of the rules that are stated in the elevator.
[3. The building has 18 floors, each with its own business, and respect their business model. _Other Organiser
What he said should be the exclusive rules of the floor!
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“We have 16 people here, and each chopstick can carry only four, and it’s evenly distributed. I’m sorry.
In tension, a bald middle-aged man was the first to break the silence.
Then he pointed at the hot pot before him and said, “This soup pot is full of white water. If it falls accidentally, it may also swim across the border.” But the bottoms of those red oils, they’re going down, I’m afraid, into a pile of bones. So I’m sorry, guys. I’m gonna take the lead! I’m sorry.
He then quickly withdrew from his ranks and took the first chopsticks in the first place, as mad as he was.
As he saw, he had spread his hands, found a balance, started to break in, and several young people close to the bottom of the soup-cleaning pot were fighting.
The four were quickly robbed of their place, and those who did not have the time to go up had to keep their heads shut.
And I landed as far away from the soup pot as I could see, when they were fighting so madly, they had to pick the most glamorous red oil pot, and they took chopsticks.
Go slow ahead.
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Good thing it’s not as difficult as it looks.
The chopsticks here are not a smooth cylindrical, but rather a wide-breathed special shape, so long as they hold their breath, do not be disturbed by the heat around them and do not fall easily into the pot.
The giant in the chef’s hat didn’t lie, he took two-and-a-half minutes. We’ve been halfway through, and the lift is near.
But as everyone was relieved, the giants from far away suddenly came to the table.
It’s been a while since the chopsticks started shaking.
When he reached out, he squeezed the chopsticks on the soup pot.
Four people on top of chopsticks fell into the pot.
The heat in the pot has caused them to scream for a while, and the skin has grown wildly.
And the Giant smiled at us, and spat at us: “Do you not know that I eat nothing but meat from a soup pot?” I’m sorry.
This horrible image scares my back, and I’m in a slow and steady mood to cross the bridge, and I see the elevator in front of me, and I’m going faster, and I’m going through the fire pot, and I’m crawling all the way, and I’m going back to the elevator.
After the remaining 11 had returned, the elevator had less than half a minute to count.
When the elevator door closed, I saw it in the hole, and the giant’s eyes were golden, and even chopsticks were useless, so he reached out to the hot pot, and he pulled them all up and put them in his mouth.
And when the door was closed, there was only the sound of his chewing bones.
5
The elevator leaves again, this time to level 1.
“Welcome to level 1, here’s the script killing shop. I’m sorry.
There is no giant or giant scene, but everything is normal.
A young man who looked pretty bright led us into a room, sitting at a round table.
He’s the D.M., the host.
I turned on my book and saw my identity on the cover.
[#3 player, character is a prince, some conflict with the princess. _Other Organiser
And instead of waiting for us to react to what happened, and without introducing any rules, the DM just smiled and started the script killing process.
“Here’s a simple introduction for player number one. I’m sorry.
His smile was pretty bright, and he looked like he was friendly, and everyone had to relax a lot.
Player number one is a girl with glasses, looking at the book in her hand, looking at us a little bit, “Hello, that I am a player number one, and my role is Princess.” I’m sorry.
She didn’t finish her reading, but she suddenly got cold with a D.M., with a finger on her right hand, interrupting her introduction:
“The first player violated the rules and asked the staff to handle them. I’m sorry.
When the voice fell, several dark shadows quickly entered the house, grabbed the body of player number one and pulled her tongue down alive with a red plier.
The blood was splattered, and she quickly broke her breath and was not even qualified to scream.
Six.
What?
This bloody scene is driving me crazy, and I’m in a dead silence.
No one understood what she had done wrong, not even what the rules for that level were, and how they were killed in cold blood.
But the DM, like nothing happened, immediately recovered the smile and looked at a boy who had stayed.
“Then, let’s ask player number two for a simple introduction. I’m sorry.
The player No. 2 had a nervous eye and could already see his panic in his pupils, but he had quickly adjusted his condition after he took a deep breath.
On this occasion, he did not say anything superfluous, nor did he do anything twitching, and it was quite standard to repeat in one word, as it appeared in the book:
“The player in number two, the man with the knife, my duty is to uphold. I’m sorry.
After he had read it, he saw the DM in fear, but again saw the cold look.
“The second player violated the rules and asked the staff to handle them. I’m sorry.
Don’t!
He kept shaking his hands, but it didn’t work.
The dark shadows who were blinded came to him in a blink, repeating the previous behavior.
A still beating tongue was thrown to the table and swayed in front of me.
I can’t help but think in my head and say:
“What are the rules? I’m sorry.
The second player’s blood splattered into my face, and the weird scene made me almost unable to breathe and the back was soaking in cold sweat.
D.M. doesn’t mean to stop.
“Well, then, let’s ask player number three for a simple introduction. I’m sorry.
He softly opened his mouth and said things that made me look like an ice hole.
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What am I supposed to say?
The feeling of suffering is pouring on my heart, and the more the DM smile is sun, the more nervous I am.
If there is anything wrong with player number one, then player number two’s answer is an absolute standard.
No redundant words have been added and are entirely in line with the contents of the book in hand.
If that is all a violation of the rules, what is the content of the rules?
To be sure, I can’t think of anything better than that.
But in this moment of anxiety, a crazy thought came out of my mind.
After entering the first level, the elements that emerged were the script-killing shop, the DM, the self-presentation link, and almost all around the act of “talking.”
If you’re not mistaken, the bottom logic of the first layer of the rule is linked to “talking.”
But the death of the second player told me that whatever you say is reasonable, it’s against the rules of this level.
So maybe the real rules are a lot tougher than we thought!
I’m afraid there’s no room for speech.
I can’t help thinking about it.
Looking up to DM, looking at him, afraid to say a word.
D.M.’s skeptical and repeated the hint: “Please play number three for a simple introduction.” I’m sorry.
I was so cold and sweaty that I didn’t know if I was right, but that was the end of it, I had to bite.
Fifteen seconds have passed and the DM finally smiles.
He suddenly stopped looking at me and turned his head towards a man.
“Well, then, let’s ask player number four to introduce himself. I’m sorry.
The silent storm finally spread out, and I was almost paralyzed.
8
After seeing how I passed, the rest of the passengers were doing what they did, covering their mouths one by one, and no one responded to DM.
DM keeps smiling politely, changing a target every 15 seconds, constantly asking for a self-presentation.
So, in a strange quiet, the bloody junction was safely passed.
After more than three minutes, the DM asked the last man, picked up two tongues and played, sent us all the way out of the script and went back to the elevator where the countdown was more than a minute.
“Thank you all for your experience of our play. Welcome back next time! I’m sorry.
The zeal was slowly shattered outside the elevator door, and many people touched the cold lifts and sat on the floor.
I can’t help but throw a bloody tongue on the table, and few people can calm down.
Just as I kept pulling my clothes on my back, one hand hit my shoulder.
I look back, a man in golden glasses, about the age of 28, dressed in a fine suit, with his right hand out and smiled at me:
“Hi, I’m Yishan, thanks to your quick reaction, you saved our lives. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why, I’ve always felt a bit familiar, but I can’t say where I’ve seen him, but I’ve been in a hurry to shake hands: “My name is Lin Chang-an.” I’m sorry.
He looked at the stone watch on his wrist and said, “One minute before the elevator closes, I think we can share our views on the elevator rules, and I think your mental ability is quite reliable. I’m sorry.
“Do you have any ideas? I couldn’t help but wonder about him, “There are rules on every level, and the information available should not be very helpful at the back level. I’m sorry.
“Have you ever thought about the number of this elevator? He points to the “one”-fixed light, “18, in mythology, but there’s a well-known one.” I’m sorry.
“You mean the 18th floor of hell? I’m sorry.
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“The first time we arrived was on the ninth floor, the sea-cooked pan. And the ninth layer of hell, happens to be the oil pot hell. I’m sorry.
Listening to his description, the image of the one-wood bridge in my head.
In fact, the last one to survive was the 12 people who were walking above the oil pot.
Instead of choosing the seemingly safest soup pot, they will be ruthlessly chewed to pieces.
“The first floor…”
Iyama micronoded: “Yes, the first level of hell, the tongue-pushing hell, corresponds to the script killing shop. Whoever speaks will be pulled out of his tongue. I’m sorry.
“It’s true! “I can’t help but think of it here.
After two previous rounds of life and death, a clear conclusion can be drawn.
The rules do not just want to brutally kill us; they will leave us alive.
Look at the rules, there’s a chance to live.
It would certainly be a big help to guess the content of each layer by the name of hell in advance.
Without waiting for us to continue to communicate, a minute has passed, the elevator has been stopped again, and our thoughts have been interrupted by the sound of a soft bell.
The location of the digital light is 11.
“Welcome to the 11th floor, here’s the hormonal collision, the gym. I’m sorry.
10
As on the first floor, we were warmly greeted by people coming out of the elevator.
It’s a sturdy muscle man with a professional trainer card on his chest.
He led 10 of us into the house, with all kinds of gym equipment, and Lin was so full of eyes, it was like a gym in the usual business.
The coach twisted a strong bicep and smiled at us with confidence.
“Please choose your fitness equipment in half a minute, and you will be able to leave safely after four minutes of exercise. I’m sorry.
Come on, coach, spread out his hands and make a smile “Please come in.”
Like the ninth floor, it’s an option.
The right person can walk out of the 11th floor alive, and the wrong person will definitely die.
I couldn’t help but ask, “What is the eleventh hell?” I’m sorry.
“The stone is crushing hell.” In hell, there will be a large square plume, with a rope hanging a large, large rock, placing ghosts in the trough, cutting them off, and crushing them. I’m sorry.
“So the key element of the gym is pressure.” I’m sorry.
After that, I cleaned up my eyes, and there was something in the house that could be “pressed” by heavy matter.
It seems that only Smith’s bells can barely be used.
When it is used, you need to lie on the mat and bells down.
It’s very much in line with the image of stone-pressed hell.
And when my eyes locked it, I went to the corresponding area with Iyama, and I chose a Smith stand, one of the lightliest bells, lying on the mat, and the bells on my chest.
But unfortunately, the whole gym, like this, has only eight.
In other words, two of the ten of us are destined to die.
Eleven.
The other elevator passengers were obviously willing to believe my judgment, perhaps because of the bad behavior in the script.
As I saw, I was lying in the push zone, and they were in a hurry to learn what they were doing, and quickly ran over here and lay down.
Soon, all eight positions were filled, leaving only two young girls with little strength, running fast and being left behind.
Everyone looked at them with compassion, but no one was willing to make a move.
If you let them die, no one lives to show so-called goodness.
In order to survive, indifference is bound to be a necessary quality.
The gym coach seemed very pleased with the scene, laughing and shaking the sports bracelet: “There’s only three seconds left to choose. Hold on, three, two…”
One of the girls ran to the side, on a moving bike and riding.
Another girl, who knocked on her head, found a yoga pad and lay down, took a small dumb bell and placed it on her stomach.
As the countdown ends, except for the bells on us, all the equipment in the gym is automatically set on fire, and the smoke is rolling.
The girl on the moving bike became a fireman in a blink.
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The burning of the fire smelts out a fragrance of charred flesh, and it lingers in the air.
The girl’s screams are appalling, and the smoke blurs her shape, making her painful face invisible.
The gym coach was excited to rub his hand, his mouth was sprawling, he pulled a giant wooden stick out of nowhere, he stabbed the girl through the body, and he was picked to the side of his mouth.
“It’s a shame, there’s only one of them today. I’m sorry.
Hiss…
I breathed in the air, and I couldn’t help but sense the impact of the picture, even worse than the giant who was fishing in the fire pot.
But after listening to him, I found out that there was only one one one who had been burned.
The girl who was lying on a yoga mat and put a bell on her belly survived.
Her face was as pale as paper, apparently frightened by the fire.
I think I heard a conversation with Iyama about stoned hell, so she made that choice in an emergency.
It’s a kind of “stone pressure” when you’re pressed by a dumb bell.
Even a calmly-isan can’t stop the frequency of nodding and show some appreciation.
She looked soft and soft, but at a critical moment she was in a state of acute distress and was killed.
And in the next four minutes, it’ll be a safe “brash time”.
All you have to do is exercise in peace and quiet in the sea of fire, so that you can leave the gym and go back to the elevator.
What we did not realize was that, after going back to the ladder, this girl, who had the privilege of taking her life, not only did she not blame us for the apathy in which we had taken possession of the equipment, but, instead, she had come to me and Iyama to bow down to us.
“Thanks for the tip, or I’ll be dead in the fire. I’m sorry.
Thank you so much.
“What’s your name? I’m sorry.
“Ginger. I’m sorry.
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After a simple rediscretion, the elevator set out again, slowly down to level 4.
The elevator has just stabilized and the surroundings have fallen into darkness.
The alarm went off.
“Welcome to the 4th floor, this is the haunted house. Please, in five minutes, get out of here and get back to the elevator! There’s a horrible ghost here. Don’t let it catch you! I’m sorry.
And when the sound alarm is over, We shall be able to see the surroundings, as if they were in an old house.
Empty, full of dust.
But damn it, the other eight are not by my side!
Whether Ishan or Kang Zyu, they were all gone.
I thought I’d be able to talk about it together, like I was at the gym, but I didn’t think it would separate us.
In the dark old house, where there is no one to talk to, the atmosphere seems rather strange.
I was forced to exercise the spirit to try to calm myself down and look closely at the scene.
According to the alarm, this place is a haunted house and there is a ghost.
Only when it escapes without it will it return to the elevator.
“What a terrible situation. I couldn’t help but cry, “I don’t even know what the shape of the devil is, what the power is, and how to prevent it. I’m sorry.
After a simple reflection, I pulled the old wooden door that was now decaying and went down a corridor.
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Ghost House’s renovation style, like a hotel.
The rooms were packed on both sides of the corridor, each with a door plate.
I walked out of this room, was 702.
At the end of the corridor, there is a rotating stairway that leads to the upper and lower floors.
This haunted house is a real battle, and it just turned us into another building.
This is by no means human.
After a close look, I found every room as empty as 702, with nothing but dust.
It’s not hard to imagine the location of the exit elevator when it comes to the fact that nine of us are scattered around the haunted house, and most of the clues to the road are from public information.
It’s probably going back to the ghost house, the fourth floor.
There’s only five minutes, and there’s no such thing as a complicated puzzle game. Let’s kill ourselves collectively.
Think about it, I’m going to walk right down the spinning stairs and start running downstairs.
But as soon as I got to the 6th floor, I heard a terrible scream coming from my side.
Turn your head. A young man is lying in the hallway, covering his eyes.
I know him. He’s a passenger in the elevator.
Look at his pain, I can’t help frowning.
This was… attacked by a demon?
My heart is cold.
Doesn’t that mean the devil is near me right now?
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I couldn’t help but think of the devil as it was near me and ran down the stairs.
But I just started walking and I heard a little bit of footsteps coming down the fifth floor.
It’s not like the sound of normal people walking, it’s like stepping on the ground.
Every step with dust and sand, it’s pretty hard.
I’m salivating. The devil won’t take the lead.
I looked down the stairs, and I didn’t dare to leave, but I slowly retreated back to the corridor on the sixth floor, where the man on the ground was looking for information.
Hold him up. I couldn’t help but ask with my voice:
“Do you know where the devil is going? I’m sorry.
Who knows that he has opened his eyes, and there are no eyes in them, and they are empty eyes.
“I can’t see! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God, I’m so scared by the two emptinesss of blood. I’m sorry.
The man raised his hand, pointed to the position of my eyes, and finally said five words, he completely broke his breath.
“Don’t look at it.”
“Don’t look at it? We put him back on the ground helplessly and could not help but repeat his last words.
Is it true that this devil killed with his eyes?
I was just thinking, but I had a glimpse of the glass behind me, and suddenly I had a flash of shadow, and I was passing at great speed, and I didn’t know where to go.
At this point, I was afraid to see if I had eyes, but I had to pull the next door and quickly hide it.
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I hid in the hotel toilet.
The broken water taps on the wash-up table are simply not closed, and there is a drop of water falling from the left to the right.
I can’t stop looking at myself in the blurry mirror and trying to calm down.
This ghost house, it’s so weird.
According to that dead man, as long as he looks at the devil, his eyes are cut off.
What kind of weird setup is that?
If it’s stuck in front of the building on the fourth floor, staring at the stairs, isn’t it going to die?
I can’t help but shake my head and feel like the CPU is going to dry-burn, and when I do, I see a shadow flashing through the corner of the mirror, just like a glimpse in the hallway!
And the toilet door never moved too much.
“How did this thing get in here? I’m sorry.
I wanted to turn my head and look at it, but I was afraid and looked at it, and I had to bury my head and flush it out of the toilet.
But as soon as I got out of the toilet, I ran into someone.
It’s me!
When I heard her voice, I looked up and met Kang.
And she’s in the right direction, right in the toilet.
Don’t look!
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Strangely, the images of brutality in the imagination did not happen.
Kang is standing in front of me, intact.
I just saw very clearly through the mirror that the devil had snuck into the toilet, behind me, using some kind of “walling”.
Kang Ziyu, however, looked straight in the direction of the toilet and did not lose his eyes.
“What’s going on? I’m sorry.
I look back and there’s no “killing” shadow in the toilet.
“Did you meet the devil?” I’m sorry.
“Yes,” I nod my head, “On the glass in the hallway, in the mirror in the toilet, I saw a twilight of it, but it was better not to look at it. Once confronted with the devil, they will be ripped out of their eyes, leaving only two empty eyes. I’m sorry.
“I saw the blind body next to it. “Ginger has noded his head.
I couldn’t help but sighing: “This devil’s whereabouts are so lost that he can only see a spot through the mirror every time, and he can pass through the closed door in silence. I’m sorry.
After I said it, Kang Ziyu suddenly stopped and made a bold thought:
“So do you say it wouldn’t be in the mirror? I’m sorry.
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Kang Ziyu’s guess has solved my doubts.
To be precise, it is feared that the devil is walking in all mirrors that reflect.
So every time I caught him, it was in the glass and the mirror.
Once out of the scope of the mirror, it becomes invisible.
And that explains why it went into the toilet silently “through the wall.”
Because it doesn’t even have to “walk in.”
Thinking clearly, my heart finally settles down.
In this way, there is no danger as long as there is no “opposion” to the mirror.
I didn’t have much time left to support us in the direction of closing our eyes. I had to pull Kang Ziyu and run to the fourth floor. Wherever there are glass and mirrors, they go ahead and close their eyes, punching them in the face.
All the way down, although there was a lot of blood on the back of the hand, soon arrived at the position on the fourth floor.
The end of the fourth floor is the end of a mild light from a familiar elevator!
There are already four bodies, including Iyama, that are already inside the ladder and are out of the haunted house.
The end is right in front of us, and I don’t feel like I’m accelerating.
But when I came to the elevator door, I suddenly reacted, and the metal frame on both sides of the elevator also had some kind of reflective effect.
I can see my own blurry figure from inside.
When the elevator was near, the dark shadow of the ghost came again and went into the metal frame of the elevator.
Black is getting thicker and thicker, as if I could see his eyes coming out.
At this critical moment, I pulled out two pieces of broken one-sided lenses in my arms and in front of Kang.
A sharp and violent explosion, unlike a voice that people can shout, lay down their mirrors and weep with the black shadow.
Its eyes were smoked, as if it had been poured with sulfuric acid, and it was constantly corrupted.
The devil looked at himself in the mirror and it was also hurt.
I’m relieved and I’m pulling Kang yu into the elevator.
The ghost house on the fourth floor, it’s a surprise.
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I told Iyama and others about the devil’s “rules” before the elevator started.
After all, there was only one evil ghost in the haunted house who had no time to kill all elevator passengers.
They were so lucky that they didn’t come all the way to the elevator.
When Iyama heard my description of the devil, he slowly turned his hands.
“Killing a mirror with a mirror is really handsome. I’m sorry.
I was just about to be modest, and who knows his head is shaking, and he keeps saying, “But there are only a few last steps left, and you have already seen the location and distance of the elevator, so you can’t just come in here with your eyes closed? I’m sorry.
I’m:
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In order to avoid being separated again, Eyama took out a mark pen and wrote down specific information about the 18-storey hell on the bottom of the elevator.
In this way, everyone can know what the hell’s on the floor is to make it easier to respond.
I didn’t know until now that the fourth layer of hell was called “Landglass Hell.”
If we had this information sooner, we would have guessed that the devil survived in the mirror.
Every time I write a name for the next hell, Iyama will mark the “business model” for it.
And the floors that he didn’t meet, he wrote his own guess.
For example, on the third floor, Iron Tree Hell, he’s supposed to meet a climbing house, and he needs to climb on the Iron Tree.
Fifth floor, steam cage hell, he’s supposed to meet a sauna, and the theme goes with “high temperature.”
Eighth floor, iceberg hell, is expected to enter the freezer, and it might be the right solution to find a high point, as suggested by the Mountain.
The tenth floor, the pits of cattle, may meet pet stores or zoos, mostly associated with “animals”.
I’m here with Kang, looking at a guess written by Iyama, and I can’t help but feel that this man’s reasoning and imagination are really strong.
He’s gonna see through these weird elevator underpants.
But the elevator gave us little time to discuss, and then it came to the new floor.
The digital light suddenly turned into dead black.
Show the numbers, give us a shock.
Seven.
Elevator rule number four:
[Note, 7th and 16th floors are extremely dangerous, and if you are unlucky, prepare yourself in advance. Good luck. _Other Organiser
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7th floor, to hell with the sword.
As soon as the elevator door was opened, there was no shop in it, only a wall.
The wall blocks blocked the entire elevator exit and there was no way out.
The word “extremely dangerous” makes me feel like I can’t help but squeeze my sweat and stick it to the inside of the elevator.
Without giving us any time to think, a steel knife was suddenly lifted up on the wall, and the blade was thrown inside the elevator.
All steel knives stretch out.
In a moment, the elevator splattered its blood.
The steel knife was in the elevator and the blood was rolling everywhere, and I was dyed red.
This crazy “slash” leaves no more than 20 centimeters in the elevator, except for the three of us who died on the inside, and the other three passengers who flew directly.
There’s a blur inside the ladder.
It wasn’t until the steel blade was over and the elevator door closed, that we finally understood the word “extremely dangerous”.
Simple and rude, there are no rules and no cracks.
If it were not for the fact that we are writing at the inside side of the floor to the hell, it would be too late for us to go back to the only level of security.
We were still so weak when we thought that we had many rules and methods at our disposal and that we were really in the face of death.
No one can speak with interest when they step in a pool of flesh.
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Five minutes later, the elevator finally restarted and rose slowly.
All the way to the top floor.
Level 18.
“Welcome to the 18th floor, this is the department store. I’m sorry.
It was only when I walked into the shop that I found out what a department store was.
The boss is a fat man with a tummy, with a tummy on his face and a tummy on his face.
The 18th floor hell, is a knife saw hell.
But I can’t figure out what kind of connection a department store and a knife saw can make.
The boss took a sip on the floor and said to us, “Come to my shop, we have to make a deal and leave.” I’m sorry.
I watched and listened to him.
“Five seconds, I only give you five seconds. He laughed and said, “We’ll give each of you a commodity, and you’ll have to trade anything you have.” If you can’t take it out or take it out, you’ll be sawed in half by the waiter. I’m sorry.
After that, he threw two smokes out of his sleeve.
He was dressed as a executioner in a red robe and a child in a white prison coat.
The executioner had a saw in his hand, and the child had to be sawed in the right and the left, in the right and in the left, and had to fall on each side.
Screams are raging.
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“First, you go first. I’m sorry.
The boss was the first to point the Ginger.
After Kang, he came to the counter, held his breath and kept looking at what was on him.
Who knows if the boss didn’t pick the merchandise out of the shelf, but rather took it lightly and put a human skin mask in the air and put it in front of Kang.
The mask is incomplete and has a long crack that appears to be dilapidated.
Seeing the mask, the three of us can’t stop screaming.
What does that mean?
What should a man’s skin mask be for?
What can guarantee it’s worth?
There was nothing on us. There were office supplies. How could we be so abstract?
There is only five seconds, and if you do not want to be sawed alive in half, you cannot take too much into account.
I held my breath and looked at Kang and wanted to see how she chose.
Although she seemed to be a quiet, soft girl, she was at a critical juncture with a lot of special ideas.
Indeed, she did not hesitate for too long to bring up a fruit knife near her boss and cut her face.
The knife was heavy and a few blood beads were found.
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It’s a disfigured “cleaver” that makes the boss smile.
“I’m happy to welcome you next time.” I’m sorry.
Iyama looked at the ugly scars of Kang Zyu’s face and came to me and said:
“She’s swapped for color, or face. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but think about Kang Zyu in my heart.
Is it so exciting to come up first?
Then the boss softly pointed him over.
This time he did not rub the merchandise in the air, but instead took a small bottle of red drinks from the shelf.
“This is my favorite drink, called blood-coloured syrup. I’m sorry.
After that, the boss smiled and his eyebrows were all squeezed together.
And after hearing it, he did not hesitate at all, and took the knife, and strangled it to his stomach.
Blood flows with the handle.
Seeing that his five officers are almost all screwed together, I know it must have hurt.
But he didn’t hesitate at all.
Better than dead.
Five seconds later, the boss’s attitude didn’t fail him.
His fingers were softer, and all the blood that came out came together in one place, condensed into a small bottle.
“I like that too. You’re welcome to visit next time. I’m sorry.
Then he looked at me again.
“Your turn, last one. I’m sorry.
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The boss looks at me and hasn’t spoken for a long time.
It’s the last thing I’ve ever done before.
He put his right hand in front of me and raised the knife gently.
Three fingers just fell on the table.
Paradoxically, there was no blood drop, and the fracture was quickly re-emerged and three new fingers were quickly grown.
Boss, hey hey, smile, “Scare, ha ha ha, this is just a toy! I’m sorry.
Then looked me in the eye: “Your turn. I’m sorry.
I’m taking a deep breath.
He said it was a toy. I can’t believe it was a toy.
It’s been pulled in half!
With all my fear, I hastened to pick up the knife next to me, close my eyes, raise all my courage and cut it down.
The pain of the drill came to my head, and I felt the tearing of my fingers.
The department store smelled like blood. I didn’t dare open my eyes.
Just hear the boss’s mouth.
“It’s a good time. You’re welcome to visit next time. I’m sorry.
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After a simple bandage, we went back to the elevator.
To be honest, I wonder if I can keep holding the back level.
I’m almost unconscious.
Fortunately, the digital lights kept blinking and eventually showed a number that was not on the keyboard.
“1”.
Elevator rule number five:
If the elevator lights show up to level 1, congratulations. Please run fast after the elevator opens, do not hesitate, do not turn back, it represents the only chance. _Other Organiser
The only chance, coming.
As soon as the elevator door was opened, there was an infinity of ash in front of it, and it was white, covering all the sights.
None of us has hesitated, running like mad and afraid to turn back.
I did not know how long I could hear the shout and the footsteps of Ishan and Kang Zyu.
I’m getting tired, I’m getting tired, I don’t know how long I’ve been running in this gray fog.
Perhaps because of the sense of weakness caused by the loss of blood, after not much time, I fell.
No more consciousness.
Twenty-seven.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in the city’s second hospital.
According to people around me, I was found by a sweeper.
He lay in an alley like a dead fish, with his fingers permeating blood.
Mom got scared, beat 120, took me to the hospital.
Good thing it’s no big deal. It’s just too tired and more bleeding.
Although three fingers are missing, it is already unfortunate to be able to get out alive.
The old man in the next bed was pretty open, but he wasn’t alone for a few days.
I just don’t know what happened to Ishan and Kang Ziyu.
Obviously, they did not run to the same place as me, and we did not leave one another in touch.
But looking out of the window in the clear sky, I believe they must have managed to escape and returned to normal life.
While I was in a coma, he stripped an orange, broke half and handed it to my hand.
“Well, yesterday was a big story. I’m sorry.
“What’s the big news? I’m sorry.
He turned his back: “You young people don’t like to be on the same channel now, but it’s going crazy and bloody. I’m sorry.
“The blood? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, there’s a building in the center of the city, and there’s always a smell in the elevator, and the lower the floor, the more obvious, many people say it’s a smell of rotting meat. “No, it’s a long time. There’s a maintenance worker to see what’s going on. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but hear this.
Recall the alarm that was heard at the beginning of the break.
“Please follow the rules, or the ladders will be crushed to the ground! I’m sorry.
When I stopped, I thought I was shocked, and I was eating oranges, and I was saying, “Good guy, he’s got the blood, he’s got the hands, he’s got the feet, he’s got the bodies. But it’s true that every day you’re crushed down by a ladder, you can’t turn into a ghost. I’m sorry.
Listen, I couldn’t help but ask, “Can’t the police detect how many bodies? I’m sorry.
He thought about it and said, “It seems that today someone said that the forensic medical examiner had done an autopsy. I’m sorry.
“How so?”
“As if there were 15 bodies. I’m sorry.
I can’t help it.
Half an orange fell on the floor.
Until then, it became clear to me that the word “single” in the original “single life” did not mean the way, but the number of people.
We managed to escape the day of our birth, but we still stepped into the trap of rules.
Looking out of the window again, the sky, which had been clear, came up with a gray cloud that covered the sky.
My heart is sour.
He escaped from the elevator and was trapped in it.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
