Chapter 62, Chapter Nine: The Fantasy Mansion
Wen Ting began searching for content containing text.
The new director was more troublesome than she had imagined; he was not only not a kind person, but also a bit crazy.
Being trapped in a desperate situation with this kind of person doubles the danger; we need to find a way out as soon as possible.
Having no clue what to do, she decided to search in the direction of the "game".
Whether it's a rule-based mystery, an escape room, or some other game, there will always be some kind of hinting text.
She shared her ideas with Chaochao DD and other colleagues, and they all went their separate ways.
Wen Ting first searched through the leisure bookshelves on several floors herself.
Unfortunately, the magazine still contained the same content and did not include any background information about the New World.
She then peeled off the visible poster—there was no hidden compartment on the back; it was just an ordinary poster.
After searching for paper all day, Wen Ting went to check her computer files.
If task messages are issued via OA (Office Automation), then the information is likely to be hidden in electronic media.
She opened all the documents but found nothing.
Wen Ting had a feeling there might be something on the director's computer.
She entered the director's office several times, and his monitor was always dark, but he always had his tablet in his hand.
What might be inside that tablet?
The timing of the new director's appearance coincides perfectly with the timing of the strange occurrences;
His strange composure, the madness in his words and actions, and the incredibly detailed modeling of his appearance... if this were a game, he would definitely be an important character.
Fifteen years ago, he would undoubtedly be the mastermind behind it all.
However, in modern games, such a prominent character would not be the actual boss.
Her train of thought was wandering further and further off track. Wen Ting shook her head to bring herself back to her senses.
Reality is not a game; you can't just use game tropes to convict someone.
However, if given the chance, she would like to see what's on the director's tablet.
"Windy," DD walked in with a booklet while she was rummaging through the computer's recycle bin, "I found something, take a look."
"Hmm?" Wen Ting stood up and saw that he was holding Green Forest's employee handbook.
Every employee receives a copy of this when they join the company, but nobody ever reads it. Wen Ting has been with the company for five and a half years, and she has no idea where she threw it away.
"I found it in the inner compartment of my laptop bag." DD was the same; he had completely forgotten that he had such a thing in his bag.
"What's wrong?" Wen Ting took the book, flipped through it quickly, and found that the layout of one page was rather strange.
The section on employee conduct guidelines has half of it left blank.
This is really wrong.
“I haven’t seen it, so I don’t know what the original is like, but look here—” DD pointed to the page with blank space, “The second rule is that working hours are from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., Monday to Saturday. The company is open to employees 24 hours a day, and overtime is free.”
He asked, puzzled, "Shouldn't 'free overtime' be in the employee handbook?"
Even someone with low emotional intelligence like DD knows how outrageous the phrase "free overtime" is. If it were posted online, it would be a public relations crisis.
Wen Ting had not read the original employee handbook, but she believed that Green Forest's HR would not make such a basic mistake.
She started reading from the first line, and the more she read, the stranger it seemed.
Employee Code of Conduct
1. All employees must abide by the regulations in the manual and complete their work on time.
2. Working hours are from 09:00 to 18:00, Monday to Saturday. The company is open to employees 24 hours a day, and overtime is free.
3. In order to save unnecessary energy waste, the company will only maintain basic power supply from 00:00 to 07:00 every day.
IV. Employees' attendance time is defined as the first time they enter the company each day, and their departure time is defined as the first time they leave the company after 6:00 PM. If leave is required, it must be requested at least one hour in advance and approved by a supervisor; leave exceeding three days requires approval from the director.
5. Work done during the leave period must be completed on the first day of returning to work. Time outside the attendance period is the employee's personal rest time, and the company should not interfere with the employee's personal rest time.
“There’s something wrong with this manual.” After reading it, Wen Ting immediately said to DD, “Call Chaochao over and see if her manual is the same.”
DD is leaving right away.
Wen Ting flipped through the manual. The corporate culture and company introduction were normal, but the company organizational chart only showed the art team.
At the very top is not the shareholder or chairman, but the art director.
The only team trapped in this strange place is the art team; there are no other departments.
Chaochao was called over. She had only been working there a short time and hadn't lost her manual yet. After she pulled it out from the bottom of the drawer, Wen Ting spread it out on the table and compared it page by page with DD's manual.
The two manuals contained identical contents. Wen Ting frowned. "This is definitely not the original manual."
"Are you sure?" Of course, Chaochao hadn't seen the original version either.
“Our company doesn’t have any energy-saving power outage policy; attendance also requires OA check-in or facial recognition, and there’s no function that automatically signs in when you enter or leave the company.” Wen Ting pointed out each item one by one, “The clause ‘the company should not interfere with employees’ personal rest time’ is just a written face-saving measure, but it doesn’t warrant requiring ‘work during leave must be completed on the first day of returning to work’.”
The three looked at each other.
DD understood immediately, "Strange tales of rules?"
"A strange rule?" Chaochao tilted her head and looked at the manual. "So, as long as we follow the rules, we're all set? Indeed, apart from the people who got into trouble on the first day for not completing the OA task, nothing has happened in the last two days. This strange rule is quite simple."
The warmth and demeanor were heavy.
Indeed, the rules themselves are not particularly difficult to follow.
The OA system only assigns tasks involving drawing death diagrams, with absolutely no quality requirements. Wen Ting suspects that even a stick figure could pass the test.
The difficulty in solving this mystery may lie within their own ranks.
"The cafeteria is no longer serving meals?"
A gasp suddenly came from the corridor.
The three of them went outside after hearing the noise and saw their colleagues from the next group discussing, "There was still food at noon, but when I went over for dinner, there was no fresh food left in the cafeteria, only eight-treasure porridge, rice balls and drinks."
"So what will we eat next?"
"..."
Just as one of them was about to speak, he saw Wen Ting and the other two, tugged at his colleague's sleeve, and gave him a meaningful look.
The two walked back to the office, closed the door, and avoided the gaze of Wen Ting and the other two.
"There's no food left in the cafeteria," Chaochao looked at Wenting blankly and repeated what the other person had just said, "Sister, what are we going to eat?"
Wen Ting patted her head and led her and DD back to the office.
She opened the drawer, inside were three loaves of bread and two cans of eight-treasure porridge.
Wen Ting took out two pieces of bread and two cans of eight-treasure porridge. "Luckily, I'm usually too lazy to go to the cafeteria, so I stored some lunch in my bag."
"sister?"
The two looked at her in surprise, unsure whether they should accept the money under these circumstances.
"Take it, this is all I have." Wen Ting made a shushing gesture and lowered her voice, "The atmosphere won't be this peaceful anymore. Our group is too small, we need to find reliable allies, understand?"
The wary looks from the group next door signaled that the period of unity was coming to an end, and the beginning of division was about to begin.
"I'm planning to visit Dong Si. What about you guys? Do you have any places you'd like to go?"
DD shook his head. He didn't usually socialize much and just followed Wen Ting.
Chaochao has quite a few friends.
"I want to remind a few friends..." she hesitated, holding the bread and eight-treasure porridge.
Wen Ting nodded: "Go ahead. We need to tell everyone about the manual. As for the rest—it's a special time, um… I'm not saying they'll harm you, but others might try to get information from them indirectly."
Chaochao nodded, "I know, Sister Windy."
“Then DD and I will go to Dongsi, and also take a look at other people’s employee handbooks.”
The three split up, and Wen Ting sent the information from the manual to the group chat.
They were all employees of the game company, so there was no need for explanation; everyone understood the concept of the "rule of the strange."
Photos were uploaded to the group one after another, and everyone posted all the employee handbooks they could find.
Each one is the same as Chaochao DD's manual.
This is the biggest breakthrough since we started exploring the supernatural tales three days ago.
The new discovery is exciting, but the reality that follows has also stirred up undercurrents.
"We just discovered that the cafeteria has stopped serving food." At 8 p.m., everyone gathered together for a meeting.
The representative from the scene team said, "We should take stock of the current food quantity, manage it uniformly, and distribute it as needed."
"Next, we will check the break room and offices. We will not ask everyone to hand in their food, but we need to collect statistics. Colleagues who have their own food should not take the food distributed by the group."
This is a reasonable arrangement.
However, when it comes to actual implementation, no one wants to be inspected.
Wen Ting pursed her lips.
She hid the food in a cabinet in her office; if someone were to inspect it, it wouldn't be able to be hidden.
Seeing that many people responded, Wen Ting quickly pondered: What should I do? Should I expose the food that the director had been hoarding...?
She rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.
The man surnamed Gong didn't look like a good person, and she didn't want to provoke him. Her intuition told her that the madman was more difficult to deal with than all the others combined.
Fortunately, it was late and there were many people present, so it was impossible to check them all in one day. Wen Ting was not checked yet, and there was time to move the food.
She lifted the bed board in the lounge and then checked if she could hide the air conditioner unit outside, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt it wasn't safe.
But the supervisor's closet—if he doesn't unlock it, no one knows it can be opened, and even if someone checks, they won't find out.
She can hide inside!
Wen Ting's eyes lit up.
She wasn't afraid of being seen. Knowing the rules in the employee handbook and based on her experience over the past few days, she knew that as long as she left the company gate after 6 PM, it was considered "employee's personal rest time," during which she could not contact company colleagues or leaders.
This is the most flexible rule in the manual, and it should have a lot of room for use.
Wen Ting felt uneasy, but at least for now she could use this rule to protect her food supplies.
She waited until a little later, after 10:30, and then took the elevator directly to the first floor.
The electronic screen is still displaying images, which are refreshed daily, showing death photos submitted by employees the previous day.
The quality of the artwork on the screen has noticeably declined today; it seems no one is really in the mood to draw.
Wen Ting stood in front of the horizontal screen for a while, watching the entire playback.
Such a prominent screen must have a purpose; it can't just be used to display wallpaper.
Why are ghost stories so obsessed with death images?
All the characters featured in the OA exclusive are popular characters from Midorim over the past five years. Having creators kill off their own characters seems like a perverse sense of humor.
Why would you issue such a task in the first place?
What benefits do drawing death illustrations bring to ghost stories?
Lacking clues, the reasoning was difficult to proceed, so Wen Ting gave up for the time being.
She stepped out of the glass doors and was teleported into the lounge.
Stepping out of the lounge, the entire building fell silent; there was no trace of anyone else.
Wen Ting took three black garbage bags, packed the food in them, and carried them to the director's office.
She had already left work, and according to the rules, the director was not allowed to appear in front of her.
On the first night, not knowing the rules, she knocked on the door until her hand hurt. This time, Wen Ting knocked a few times tentatively, and when there was no response, she opened the door and went in.
The rules are correct; there's no one in the office.
She felt around and tapped the spot where Gong Baidie had knocked that morning.
Click...
The butterflies parted to the sides.
A warehouse full of food appeared in front of Wen Ting.
She was still somewhat hesitant.
To be fair, she understood the director's approach, but on the other hand, reducing the number of similar items before getting out of danger was definitely not a wise move.
Is it right to help the director cover it up for everyone?
Besides, what will his reaction be if he finds out she went into the warehouse without permission?
He openly told her about the warehouse, but he may not have known the rules "after get off work".
His ease in getting things done may be based on the logic of reality. Now that there is such a rule, anyone can bypass him to get things here.
If he knew this rule, would he still let her go...?
As long as food is not in short supply, Wen Ting has no intention of revealing the director's identity. She put her small bag into the large warehouse.
Compared to the neatly arranged and abundantly stocked warehouse, her three bags of biscuits and instant noodles looked pitiful and shabby.
Wen Ting didn't try to hide it; she simply placed the bag at the entrance with a sticky note explaining the situation:
"The situation is urgent, I'm very sorry, I acted first and informed you later—Wen Ting"
It wasn't that urgent. She could have come to the director first to discuss it and get his approval before "leaving get off work."
She simply didn't want to face him.
Before the situation becomes clear, Wen Ting plans to keep her distance from the eccentric new director and remain on the sidelines.
The butterfly closed up again, and standing outside, no one could tell that it was a hidden door.
What was this dark room originally used for? A rest room?
So where did those shelves and freezers come from?
Some unsettling thoughts surfaced in her mind: if the new director's existence was truly that absurd, her act of hiding food here would either be incredibly foolish or become the key to her survival.
She chose to store her food here, demonstrating the utmost trust in him.
His gaze toward her was so sticky and intensely passionate that it was nauseating.
After hiding the food, Wen Ting walked heavily back to the lounge.
She wrote down what happened that day in her notes and habitually scrolled through her phone before bed.
Without internet access, she stared at the chibi-style character in the bottom right corner of the screen for a long time before clicking on it.
My heart is a little tight; the mental stress from the recent events needs some comfort and relief.
Upon entering the game, Wen Ting habitually performed her daily tasks and sent a free love gift box.
The gentle and handsome man still said the same thing as before: "My lady, you're back."
The unchanging, familiar tone of voice made Wen Ting relax a little.
She tapped his face; while the outside world was in turmoil, his home remained peaceful and undisturbed.
Gong Baidie turned her head away, dodging her finger.
His eyes darted left and right for a moment, then he shyly leaned closer, closing his eyes and actively seeking caresses.
Wen Ting poked him twice more.
"It feels like it's been a long time since we last spoke."
Wen Ting used to really enjoy talking to Gong Baidie.
Work consumed her entire life; she devoted all her social time to the workplace, had long lost close friends, and had no time to keep pets.
Unable to confide in family or colleagues, the only thing that accompanied her as she struggled in society after graduation was her debut work, Gong Baidie.
After the story ends, the only remaining interactions with Gong Baidie are no longer novel for other players. However, for Wen Ting, who is busy with work and has little energy to play games, it is a relatively stable form of entertainment.
When was the last time I spoke with Gong Baidie...?
Wen Ting couldn't remember.
When the environment changed drastically and she couldn't contact anyone, she felt a long-lost urge to confide in someone.
"It's not that I can't accept a supernatural worldview, but why is it called a rule-based supernatural tale?"
She lay in bed, staring blankly at Gong Baidie on the screen, murmuring, "Why can't there be time travel, systems, or magical girls? Why such niche themes? Is it because I work at a game company?"
After a period of inactivity, Gong Baidie in the game entered a standby state: "Hmm? My wife is asking me what I usually do?"
His eyes were gentle. "It's just some mundane business, nothing to mention."
"Even though I work at a game company, we don't create rule-based horror stories."
“Butterflies,” she lay down, speaking as her thoughts drifted, “there are butterflies in the new director’s office too.”
"He's too suspicious. So suspicious that he's not even suspicious anymore."
Gong Baidie on the phone started the next standby action.
"The New Year holidays have just ended, and official duties are already so heavy?"
He frowned, looking forlorn and worried. "Although Bai Die is a man, he has some literacy. If my wife does not mind, Bai Die is willing to share my worries."
"But his breakfast is indeed good... is it frozen food?"
"No." The beauty on the screen frowned. "Bai Die genuinely wants to share his wife's burdens."
Wen Ting smiled and said, "Yes, if I could choose which game to enter, I would definitely choose you."
"You're the best." She tapped Gong Baidie's hand.
He raised that hand, tilting his head in confusion: "What?"
The story of Gong Baidie is not complicated. The female protagonist does not encounter any danger. She is not only a noble official, but also has the gender advantage in a matriarchal society.
Even among otome games where there is no danger to life, the world that Miyazaki Shiro is in is the most comfortable option.
"After all these years, you are still the best."
"Hmm?" Wen Ting tapped the screen, and the game character suddenly froze, remaining in the raised hand position, staring at her without moving.
She clicked a few times but there was no response, so she exited and re-entered, and Gong Baidie returned to normal.
Fortunately, it's still usable.
She sighed, "The internet is completely cut off. You're the only one left at a time like this."
“The new director is from the same clan as you.” Wen Ting rolled over and lay on her side, holding her phone, and asked Gong Baidie on the screen, “What do you think? Do you have any advice for me?”
The elegant and graceful beauty raised her eyebrows and walked closer to the screen.
The game character wouldn't offer her advice; his phoenix eyes were tender and gentle like spring water. He would only say, "Bai Die loves you."
Wen Ting frowned.
This is new text; I don't know which copywriter added it after she left.
In an ancient matriarchal society, Gong Baidie shouldn't have openly expressed her love.
Gong Baidie's bold declaration of love has an inexplicable strangeness.
Perhaps due to his out-of-character (OOC) state, his expressions and postures appear somewhat disjointed after a while.
Realizing that her own Gong Baidie was gone, and that the Gong Baidie before her had been modified by countless artists and writers, Wen Ting instantly lost the desire to confide in anyone.
She turned off her phone, closed her eyes, her mind a jumble of thoughts about her next plan, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
The lounge fell silent, with only soft breathing remaining.
Black smoke fell from the sky and took the shape of a human.
Gong Baidie stared at the woman on the bed for a while, then glanced at the phone with its screen lit up beside him.
The screen unlocked automatically, and the desktop lover that Wen Ting had placed in the background popped up.
In the game, Gong Baidie, dressed in blue thong and white clothes, lay on the screen, gazing longingly at Wen Ting beside her pillow.
He smiled blissfully, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Gong Baidie, watching from outside the screen, curled her lips and bent over.
Thousands of black hairs cascaded down Wen Ting's body, glistening like water.
He pressed his forehead against hers, strands of black hair seeping from his body into Wen Ting's mind.
He paused for a moment, then straightened up.
A cascade of black hair was pulled away from Wen Ting's body. When the last strand of hair left her, what remained in the room was a short-haired man in a white suit.
He had already cut his long hair.
Only occasionally, the things that Gong Baidie had abandoned would reappear, like wandering ghosts, aimlessly lingering, not even knowing what they still cherished.
The long-haired beauty on the phone cupped her face, staring intently at Wen Ting, a silent, trembling smile playing on her lips.
The interface, devoid of a recharge UI, is clean and empty.
Suddenly, a red bubble appeared on the game screen.
[Wen Ting]
He grinned, grabbed his long, loose hair with both hands and wrapped it around himself, only his phoenix eyes peeking out from between his dark hair, staring intently at Wen Ting, breathing in the scent of snow orchids from his hair.
More and more red text bubbles appeared, crowding together and densely covering the screen, each bubble displaying the same two characters—
[Wen Ting]
[Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting] [Wen Ting]…
Strands of black hair tangled around his mouth and neck, and his eyes, the only part of his face visible, revealed a frenzied excitement and joy.
Gong Baidie, watching from outside the screen, mocked and scorned.
This appearance is no different from that of a mad concubine in the cold palace, and even more disheveled.
...No, it's not just like. He is exactly like that.
Take out the tablet.
Through the pure black gloves, Gong Baidie outside the screen retrieved the death image that Wen Ting had submitted yesterday, crushed it with pity, and melted it into her body.
On the screen, Gong Baidie couldn't get enough of the snow orchid fragrance on her hair, so she stuck out her tongue and hooked a strand of hair into her mouth to chew.
He savored the hair with an ethereal air, his eyelids slightly raised, a shimmering gaze sweeping over Gong Baidie outside the screen.
They looked at each other from above and below, separated by a screen.
The part that relinquished warmth escaped the screen and gained freedom; the part that clung to the remnants remained forever imprisoned within the screen.
Gong Baidie smiled at her reflection in her phone.
Because of her two sentences, "You're the best" and "Breakfast is indeed good," he became so shameless that even he felt sorry for himself.
No problem, there's still plenty of time for the game. Tonight, I'll leave it to the crazy guy on my phone.
Even though he's gone mad, he's still a part of himself.
He no longer needs the love bestowed upon him by others; now he will cherish himself.
Even the part of himself that he loathed and despised.
...
Wen Ting turned around and saw the office of the Character Design Team 9.
There were no lights, only the sleep lights of the computer mainframes in the offices on both sides of the glass wall were still on, scattered like stars in the dark building.
She was clearly asleep in the lounge, so how did she suddenly appear in the hallway?
Was it another dream?
Confused, Wen Ting looked up and was suddenly startled.
The game materials on the walls, from posters to banners, and even the magazines on the corner bookshelf, were all marked with bold black and red crosses.
Those exquisite faces were marred by red crosses, making them terrifyingly ugly in the dark.
Suddenly, Wen Ting heard the tinkling sound of the beaded chain.
The sound came from behind her. She turned around and was surprised to see a dark shadow floating on the wall behind her.
The shadows were stretched long and slanted, their shapes strange, neither human nor inhuman, swaying back and forth.
The sound of the beaded chains clinking grew closer, and the shadows on the wall grew larger.
It's getting close.
Wen Ting held her breath and instinctively backed away, looking for a place to hide.
She pushed open the glass door to the office, only to find it locked!
Wen Ting hurriedly tried to push the door of the office opposite, but it was locked tight as well.
In the wasted time, a huge shadow stretched across the ceiling, and the sound of beads was already getting closer.
Wen Ting stared wide-eyed at the corner of the corridor in the shadows. The next moment, a pale face peeked out from behind the corner.
His face was completely bloodless, as pale as paper, and its cold blue hue was illuminated by the sleep lights of the mainframes in the two offices on either side.
With nowhere to hide, he spotted Wen Ting immediately.
Wen Ting gasped as the face turned towards her, eyes crinkling and lips curving into a smile.
After the initial shock, Wen Ting noticed that although the face lacked the color of a living person, it was still stunningly beautiful.
No, it wasn't just about being beautiful—she looked closely for a while and was shocked to recognize the other person: "...Gong Baidie?"
As soon as those three words were uttered, her face shone with a radiant glow, making her already beautiful features even more stunning.
He "walked" out of the corner. Wen Ting was taken aback. She saw him crawling on all fours, his long hair disheveled, wearing a thin red silk robe, his ankles and wrists bound by pearl chains, and he could only crawl on the ground.
He crawled happily toward her, using both hands and feet, his body crouching low, like a giant spider with his chest and abdomen almost touching the ground.
In the darkness, the strangely fanatical expression on the pale-faced man was utterly chilling.
Some forgotten memories suddenly surfaced, and Wen Ting's face turned pale as she recalled what had happened in her previous dream.
A canopy bed, a dagger, a wedding window, and the cry of a crane cut to pieces by a red thread...
"Don't come any closer!" Memories flooded back, and she screamed, backing away in terror.
Gong Baidie, who was on the ground, paused, her smile vanished, and she looked at Wen Ting with a helpless and hurt expression.
Wen Ting broke out in a cold sweat and ran away as fast as she could.
After running down most of the corridor, the elevator was right in front of her, and Wen Ting hurriedly pressed the elevator button.
The elevator descended from the 13th floor, and every second felt like it was in slow motion.
The moment the door opened, the crisp sound of beaded chains echoed down the corridor.
Wen Ting turned her head and was so frightened that she almost jumped out of her skin.
The disheveled man crawled toward her from the end of the corridor. His wrists and ankles were chained together, yet he crawled incredibly fast, the white pearl chain constantly scraping and clanging on the floor, producing a heart-stopping, rapid sound in the silent darkness.
His long hair and clothes were all dragging on the ground, but he didn't care. He just kept his head up, staring at Wen Ting with a drunken and crazy look.
The sound of the beaded chain grew louder and louder, with the front beads pressing down on the back beads and the back beads urging the front beads to catch up. The pearls pushed and slammed against the floor tiles, with the faint sound of metal friction mixed in.
He still wore large, round beads on his hands and feet, but his voice gradually became like rusty shackles, and with each step he took, he could hear the heavy scraping of the chains against the ground.
Wen Ting stepped into the elevator and anxiously pressed the close button.
The sluggish elevator failed to close.
The sound of iron shackles was almost upon them. Wen Ting was sweating with anxiety. After a while, the elevator doors slowly closed in the middle.
Wen Ting pressed the buttons randomly towards the first floor, but none of them worked.
What happened?
She quickly pressed all the floor buttons on the panel.
There was no response on the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th floors... but when my finger brushed across the 13th floor, the circled "13" suddenly lit up and burst out with a blood-red light.
I don't care about choosing a floor, anywhere is fine, I just need to get out of here quickly!
The elevator doors closed, and Wen Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
Bang--
Suddenly, a pale hand slipped through the crack in the door!
"Ah!" Wen Ting's legs went weak, and she fell down in the elevator car in fright.
She watched helplessly as the elevator doors were parted by that thin hand.
The man knelt outside the door, his long hair disheveled, his silk robe loose, and a white beaded chain tangled all over his body, the pearls reflecting a dazzling yet cold iridescence in the elevator lights.
He gazed at Wen Ting in the corner, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, a honey-like smile flowing from his dark phoenix eyes.
He raised one hand toward her, causing the beaded chains covering his body to tighten, digging into his flesh with a sickening clanging sound.
The arm adorned with pearls grabbed Wen Ting's ankle.
The place where I was grabbed was bone-chillingly cold, as if frozen.
Wen Ting screamed and kicked wildly, her heels striking Gong Baidie's face and body, making his face twist.
The man's beaded necklace trembled violently. Wen Ting, enraged, kicked his shoulder and neck wildly. She didn't know where she kicked him, but he groaned and his grip on her ankle loosened slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, Wen Ting tucked in her stomach and bent her legs, gathering her strength to kick him on the shoulder, finally kicking him out of the elevator.
She climbed to the door and frantically pressed the close button.
This time the elevator didn't react so slowly; the doors closed smoothly and it went up.
Wen Ting slumped in the elevator car, panting.
bite--
The elevator stopped and the doors opened outwards.
She was momentarily out of strength, so she grabbed the elevator handrail and barely managed to lift herself up.
Wen Ting looked outside with lingering fear. The floor was quiet and even darker than before.
She rested for a while, leaning on the handrail, but dared not linger. As soon as she regained some strength, she staggered out.
The elevator remained behind her.
In the empty elevator car, the floor buttons on the panel were still lit up red.
The number "13" with a circle is a dark red.
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