Chapter 104 Elevator Door Incident! Miss Editor's body mysteriously disappeared!

The monitoring screen is completely black.

Originally, there were alternating noises in black and white, but now there is no noise. The whole screen is hanging black in mid-air, and no cameras and situations can be seen.

I rushed to the front of the elevator and patted the door. Of course, it didn't work. I could only see that the light on the floor next to the elevator was still on, showing the 18th floor. This high mountain can't stop such a number, which makes me deeply feel that except for summoning a different dimension gate to appear in the elevator in an instant, it is too late to rush to the door and fly with a sword.

I haven't studied architecture, but when I'm bored, I will also use my height to estimate how tall a house is. This kind of office space is not as high as a residential building, but because of the angle, it seems that there are still two people as tall as me, so the editor miss is roughly 67 meters - 70 meters high...

It's hopeless. Really, it's too late for the manifestation of the Immortal King of God, Allah, Christ Jesus, Sakyamuni Guanyin Bodhisattva. Unless Ramda de Luta launches the absolute magic that "the old man can definitely connect the information to repair the elevator system before the editor's departure" or Belen Castellu launches the miracle magic that "Mo Yuan can rush into the elevator within 0.001 seconds regardless of the distance of 18 floors", we can only climb the building.

The old man tried the repair program next to him, but it still didn't work after several attempts, and he was sweating with urgency.

These days, I don't have the heart to care about the melancholy of the young man anymore. My mind is full of the Taoism of quickly rising to the sky and then breaking the elevator door. Chengying doesn't want me to step on him!! Human life is at risk! Now I don't even care how much money I will lose after smashing the elevator door with a fireball. Do I still care if he has a cleanliness fetish?!

Thinking about it, someone suddenly took my hand and pulled me out of the building like a kite.

I looked back and found that it was Chengying. When I was about to speak, I was picked up horizontally by him and fell on my shoulder like a sack. Then Chengying jumped to the 18th floor in an instant like a vertical cloud, and then knocked open the protective window without hesitation and jumped directly into the hall without hesitation of the broken glass: "Come on, open the elevator door!"

I was shocked and then overjoyed. I didn't expect that Chengying's synchronization rate with me exploded at this time. However, I didn't have much joy in this regard, and directly opened the elevator door with a flame spell.

Only a small noise was heard.

Then the elevator lights flashed and suddenly returned to light. Under that sudden strong light, I instinctively closed my eyes and then opened my eyes wide for a moment.

The first thing that came into view was blood.

From the floor to the ceiling, from the ceiling to the floor, posters and advertisements on walls, lamps, doors, hanging decorations, and elevator walls are blood, bright red, sticky, flowing around, spreading, flowing through the carpet, over the threshold, slowly and slowly expanding outside the elevator.

It's strange that I can't smell blood.

I can only look in along the blood flowing outside the elevator. I can see the shoes, socks, blood-stained skirts, and hands hanging on the floor.

She sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, and blood splashed out with her neck as the center, splashing a circle on the wall of the elevator.

The edge is not flat, so the largest circle splashed on the wall is emitting. The blood that has not solidified is slipping down the wall little by little, bending, crossing, converging, and then dripping on the editor's head at a very low position.

I don't seem to have said that Miss Edit was killed by a broken neck.

She knelt on the floor, with her back against the wall, and her hands fell weakly on the floor. Because she was sore and weak, she slightly deviated from the vertical distance of the largest blood stains on the elevator wall, but her head fell flat on her right hand side and was stained red by the blood constantly dripping from the elevator wall.

This is not... hallucinations...

I had my lips blankly and wanted to speak, but I opened my lips but didn't say anything.

I think I have a lot to say and a lot of ideas explode in my heart. I can even say in pretentious words, "At that moment, it seemed that a mushroom cloud exploded on the ground, which made my whole brain blank", but at that moment I didn't say anything.

My whole brain is really blank.

Then there began to buzz in my ears, and visual obstacles began to appear. It was an illusion of imprefocusing, just like the whole world began to turn white inward from the boundary that could be touched by the sight, slowly blurring the scene in the center of the field of vision, until finally everything in front of us turned blank, but there were still several fixed colors. The color flashed in front of his eyes, suddenly black, white, clear and blurred again, but the bright red that occupies the center of the line of sight has not changed, and has always occupied the focus of sight so clearly.

I want to speak, scream if I can't speak, whatever it is, scream or crazy, even if I only shake a few words, as long as I'm not stunned, even if I squat down and vomit on the spot, but I look at Miss Editor's body kneeling in the elevator and closed eyes, and finally it's just a brain buzzing. With a sound, all the nerves connected to reason were disconnected.

Chengying pressed my shoulder behind me, as if he was probably saying something. I couldn't hear it, so I just looked at the elevator in a daze. Then when Miss Editor's body seemed to fall, she broke away from Chengying's hand and rushed into the elevator without thinking.

With a bang, the elevator door closed behind me.

With the flash of fluorescent lights, the interior of the elevator suddenly fell into darkness, and it lit up quickly after a gap of 0.1 seconds at the pole. The whole elevator was left with only me standing and the bright and clean elevator wall elevator poster elevator carpet elevator ceiling. What kind of editor's paralyzed body, Miss Editor drooped The arm, the broken head of the editor, the blood splashed by the editor... It doesn't exist like hallucinations.

I took it for granted, "Huh?" With a sound.

Then quickly turned back to confirm the situation in the elevator. The blood flowing to the door of the elevator, the blood splashed everywhere, and the hair scattered on the ground disappeared like air.

I stood in the elevator in a daze, with a red triple-speed grass mud horse rushing past me. Nima is messing up! What the hell is this?! Where is the editor's body?! What about the tomato plasma sprayed all over the elevator!? Why are you no longer there for a moment?! Is it my hallucination? Ah? Is it my hallucination? I clearly saw that the elevator was full of human blood from the sky (flower board) to the ground (board).

I rubbed my eyes, and I rubbed my eyes again and repeatedly confirmed that the whole elevator was still as clean as a five-star hotel. Not to mention the blood on the ground, I stood on tiptoe and wiped the top of the billboard next to each other without dust. Nima is so clean, not to mention the inspection. The most demanding star evaluation team can't find any problem, so Nima, where's the editor's body!

Won't you go to Xingcun so soon?

I walked around the elevator and found that the elevator door was still closed. Oh, not only is it closed, but the elevator is still rising. It turns out that I have been hit by the elevator door incident! Miss Editor's body mysteriously disappeared!] The impact was so great that I didn't find that the elevator was rising.

What floor is the elevator on now? There can't be anyone working overtime upstairs at this late hour, right? And when did the elevator rise? Why didn't you see Chengying stop at the door?

I glanced at the floor display light, stayed for a second, and then raised my hand and rubbed my eyes. Nima, am I wrong? The elevator floor has risen to 222. Is there such a high floor in this broken building? 222 floor! The people at the top died of hypoxia!

It must be an illusion... Just like the disappearance of the editor's body. How can a builder build a house as high as 222 floors? Isn't he afraid of encountering an owner who has a power outage and swallowed him alive?

No, this is not the key, but how to remove this illusion. Everyone knows that my magic resistance is not much better than Bi's hypocrites. Didn't I die in the fantasy test and then die until I can't die before I pass?

Most of the magicians knew that my ability was very weak, so he cast a fantasy to make me confused. Although I don't know what his purpose is, I can't wait to death like this. I have to find a way to relieve the fantasy first...

Chengying should not be far from me, but it should not be difficult to get in touch with him in the fantasy. I believe that even if Qing Gao is indifferent and awkward Ao Jiao looks down on my Chengying Sword and finds that I am trapped in the elevator fantasy, she will definitely take measures, so now I just need to find a way to crack the elevator in front of me that rises to the 444th floor. The fantasy will be fine.

There are many ways to crack the illusion. If the strength is quite fierce, you can directly use spiritual power to break the magic. If you are smart, you will find the weaknesses and cracking points of the illusion. Of course, this high-level solution is not good for me, so I thought about it and decided to crack the illusion in the simplest and direct way.

Specifically, it is.

I stepped forward two steps to the door of the elevator, raised my right foot and kicked the elevator door fiercely, put my left hand on my waist, pointed to the crack of the door with my right finger, and cursed: "What a mess! If you have something to say, say it quickly and fart! Finish it early, sister, so that I can go back to sleep! If you don't come out, believe it or not, sister will unscrew your Armstrong low-pressure Armstrong swing gun!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard "Ding--!" A sound.

The elevator stopped.

It's just that the floor does not stop on the 18th floor. From the indicator light, it is on the 22nd floor.

I recalled the floor of the security building and felt that this height should be almost the top floor. I didn't think much about it. As soon as the elevator door opened, I walked out.

There is an empty corridor outside the door.

The corridor light is on and does not flash. It's so late now, and there is naturally no ghost in the corridor. There is only one hotel with a common sign standing at the door when guiding guests, with several ugly words: "Please come to the rooftop."

What do you think of the provocation?

Daily, your uncle.

Sister, am I afraid of you?

Wait for me, and I'm coming to blow up your Armstrong low-pressure Armstrong cyclone.

I rolled up my sleeves and rushed to the rooftop with the posture of kicking the hall.