Yu Jinxiao, a good national teacher who had just returned from buying groceries at the supermarket, dragged her tired body into the elevator and pressed the button on the floor where she lived in a daze.
The elevator door opened.
When Yu Jinxiao raised his head, the light in front that was supposed to be turned on by voice control did not turn on. Instead, there was a fishy and ugly smell.
The sky is falling, Yu Jinxiao thought, because the remaining light in the elevator began to flicker, as if it would collapse at any time.
A mechanical female announcer's voice came to my ears: "Welcome to the 0318 Infinite Dungeon."
Intention: A flash of inspiration