Black Forest Bar
by Stony Ground
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The door opened, and I pressed the switch at the entrance. It didn't light up. Could it be broken again? I couldn't help but express my condolences to the ancestors of the person in the property office again. I closed the door and stepped on the small rug placed at the door. The room was very dark, and the small space in the entrance hall made people feel oppressive. I felt that the carpet under my feet was wet, and it was sticky and wet. I could even hear the sizzling sound caused by the friction between my feet and the carpet, like the sound of a pirated CD being forcibly driven away. I squatted down and touched the carpet with my hand. Through a little light outside the door, I saw the viscous liquid on my fingers, which was red. There was a strange sound coming from the end of the entrance hall, like someone scratching nails on a rusty steel plate, which made my scalp tingle.
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