Damn It If the Elevator Opens the Door Downwards

[Unlimited stream + no cp + micro fear + I just want to talk about the infinite stream where the protagonist is a female decryption and exploration, not a big heroine] Welcome to the Tower of Disobedience, your new "home." The rules here are written on the bronze plaque next to the elevator: "Elevator down, door to hell. Life or death, it's your choice, with your mind." I, Ye Zhiqiu, am an ordinary person trapped here. There is no awakening of powers, no mysterious bloodline, just a rental contract that is about to expire, and a job that makes a living by writing third-rate suspense novels. And now, that's my only advantage. This building has a total of eighteen floors. It is said that those who reach the deepest place can have a wish come true. But more people become part of the copy midway, becoming the "rules" that latecomers need to break, or the "ghosts" that need to be avoided. My only weapons are my eyes, my brain, and my instinct for "story." Ghosts and monsters often follow some kind of paranoid "narrative" when seeking their lives. And I happen to be a writer who knows how to dismantle narratives and find "plot holes." This is a battle of survival using intelligence against weirdness. Maintain absolute rationality amidst absolute mental pollution. In the endless cycle of death, looking for the only truth. When I finally stood in front of that final door, Maybe I will understand, Why was it chosen? He just happens to be a failed storyteller. "Elevator down, hell open the door." "And my professional habits tell me—" "Every horror story has a hidden thread left by the author that leads to the ending." "I'm going to find it.