Jingqiu stood in the elevator and counted the floor numbers, and suddenly goosebumps appeared on the back of her neck. This was not the cold air from the central air conditioner she was familiar with, but some kind of dank breath crawling up her spine, like a cold hand caressing her seventh cervical vertebra.
"Ding——"
The display screen stopped on the 13th floor, and the elevator door slowly opened. Just as Jing Qiu was about to step out, there was a sudden sound of the steel cable breaking above his head. The moment the feeling of weightlessness hit her, she reflexively grabbed the armrest and hit the mirror with her lower back. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the red numbers on the display that were beating crazily: 12, 9, 6, 3...
Purpose: Live well no matter what