The lady with the mop on her head walked toward the door.
She opened the door, but found that it was not a bedroom, but a stairwell with green lights on.
The lights were dim, and the green light made the stairwell even more eerie, like the road to the underworld.
In the stairwell, there are stairs going up and down.
[Shanglu Sightseeing Elevator] Rules Article 3.
[This elevator will stop at all floors. When the elevator door opens, you can enter the current floor for a visit.
But please note, no matter what you see, do not step into the stairwell that leads up or down, otherwise you will not be able to leave the building normally.]
At this time, the students on the eighth floor lined up and walked down the stairs.
Their steps were in perfect unison, just like military training.
When Zhu Shanhai passed by the stairwell, he did not continue to walk down, but stood at the door, with a smile on his face, and waved to Su Qingyu: "Miss Su, Brother Bai, Miss Zhuang and I are going back to Tianfu Lingcheng together. Do you want to come with us?"
Su Qingyu refused directly: "No."
Zhuang Xiaodie was not among the people going downstairs.
Bai Huo, Shen Sinian and others said something similar.
The rules clearly state that you are not allowed to enter the stairwell.
Youyou didn't care about all that. He went into the stairwell, ran up and down, and then drew a clown pattern on the back of the door.
After finishing the painting, he turned his head and looked left and right to make sure that the annoying cleaning lady didn't show up.
After coming back, Youyou told Su Qingyu that this stairwell went infinitely up and infinitely down, and there was no way out. In the process of going up and down, one could see some skeletons of people who died of starvation. These skeletons might be those of previous trial-takers.
After saying goodbye to the model couple who were harmonious in front of others but then fought, Su Qingyu continued to take the elevator.
At this time, there was noise coming from the elevator broadcast.
The voice was vague, and no clear language could be discerned. It seemed to come from the void, buzzing and mixed with the sound of wind, like the dark whispers of an ancient god.
Sixth floor.
Su Qingyu saw that the room was full of dust and cobwebs. An octogenarian grandmother was sitting on the sofa, pressing the TV remote control.
The new TV is expensive and beautiful, but you need to pay for the TV channels, and the method of opening them is complicated, which the old lady doesn’t seem to know how to do.
Her home had begun to grow mold.
The mold gradually grew on her body and corroded her.
There was a family portrait hanging on her wall. It was a big family with the old grandmother sitting in the middle. She had three sons and three daughters, and all of her children were married and had children.
On the right hand side of the old lady, there was an invitation letter for admission to the Black Lake Nursing Home.
The old lady did not sign the invitation.
She seemed to have poor eyesight as she kept pressing the remote control stubbornly. Because of her random pressing, several TV memberships were activated.
Probably because I received a text message about the deduction of fees, the landline at home rang.
The old lady stood up tremblingly and went to answer the phone.
There was an impatient curse coming from the other end of the phone, and the call was hung up before the old lady could say a few words.
Even so, the old lady was still somewhat happy.