I counted the number of times the elevator floor indicator light went out. This was the 23rd minute of being trapped. The car was filled with the smell of rust and rotting meat, and the LCD screen displayed garbled codes: 13→B2→18→B2→9→B2...
"Is anyone there?" My voice bounced off the mirror. This elevator with mirrors on all sides suddenly stopped operating on the 17th floor. The reflection in the mirror was looking at me with completely different expressions at the moment - the one on the left was sneering, and the one on the right was crying.
A piece of yellowed paper suddenly fell from the vent. The traditional Chinese characters smeared with ink read:
[Elevator Safety Rules]
1. If you encounter a stop on the 17th floor, please press all floor keys immediately
2. This elevator does not have a B2 floor. If B2 is displayed, please close your eyes and count silently for 30 seconds.
3. The woman wearing red high heels will not initiate a conversation, please do not respond to any of her questions.
4. When there are more than three reflections in the mirror, please check whether you are wearing your work badge
5. Don't believe what's on the back of the note
