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Yuan Yuxue was taken into the elevator.
He was the only one there, and he was the only one allowed to be there. The manager pressed the elevator button for him. His slightly sunken eyes stared at Yuan Yuxue, as if to remind her. He emphasized in a slightly hoarse voice, "Remember, the top floor, on the top floor. Don't be late."
On the first day Yuan Yuxue arrived, he and No. 1 had already confirmed the height of the Escape Hotel, which had seven floors in total.
The elevator only goes to the seventh floor.
Of course, their mission is to be promoted to the receptionist of the seventh floor. So the seventh floor is equivalent to the top floor, this simple logical concept is very reasonable.
But the manager's repeated emphasis made Yuan Yuxue lower her eyes slightly.
Top floor
The elevator opened.
The manager did not tell Yuan Yuxue which room on the seventh floor it was, but only said, "You'll know when you get there."
But now, Yuan Yuxue was standing in a long and narrow corridor, as if she had walked into a bottomless cave, or as if she had stepped into a wide, huge mouth that would devour her prey.
There were rows of neatly arranged doors next to each other. Compared to the patterns and picture frames on the corridors from the first to the third floor, the decoration style on the seventh floor seemed to be too simple. There was nothing, only brown doors that were neatly and closely connected together, making people dizzy and unable to tell where they were.
There are lights in the corridor.
But the lights were getting dimmer and dimmer... The end of the corridor seemed to have sunk into darkness.
The elevator behind me slammed shut!
Yuan Yuxue didn't look back, but saw a light red light shining from behind onto the wall, staining it into a very strange color.
The elevator reported an error, and the screen displayed a bright red message "Waiting for maintenance, no entry." The light on the wall was also reflected by the bright red message.
The retreat route seemed to be suddenly cut off, and Yuan Yuxue had no way back.
Being suddenly separated from the group and then placed in danger is actually a very psychological test. But Yuan Yuxue's face was still unusually calm and cold, as if he didn't realize that he was in a very critical situation. Just as he had considered at the beginning, Yuan Yuxue stepped into the corridor of the seventh floor.
Unlike the decorations on the floors below, the rooms on the seventh floor seem to be extremely symmetrical in shape.
Door to door.
A perfectly balanced picture.
But it also makes people more likely to feel visual fatigue, and even start to feel blurred about distance and direction.
Yuan Yuxue's steps always maintained a consistent distance and speed. He stepped into the corridor step by step. The environment around him changed in that the lights began to dim - from barely being able to illuminate a distance of two or three meters at the beginning, to being dim as if nothing was visible in the end.
At a certain moment, the lights finally went out, and pure darkness engulfed Yuan Yuxue.
Yuan Yuxue still had no expression.
Darkness was really the most insignificant influence on him.
After all, war robots can see in the dark.
However, his pace, which had always been steady, stopped at this moment.
There is no need to go any further—
Yuan Yuxue withdrew the energy used to detect and scan the surroundings. In the moment just now, he was thrown into a special space. A certain spatial node in the corridor overlapped, and time and space underwent a very subtle distortion and change, twisting into a ring - in layman's terms, the corridor was trapped in an infinite superposition state, similar to a head-to-tail loop, and could not move forward, but would only return to the starting point countless times.