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I frowned, "How could the elevator take so long to go just four floors?"
Although I am a materialist and do not believe in superstitions like the number 404 being unlucky, seeing that number still made me feel uneasy.
Taking a deep breath, I reached out and pushed open the door.
A strong musty smell hit me.
I waved my hand, and under the beam of my flashlight, I barely made out the scene inside the room.
The curtains were drawn, with only a sliver of moonlight seeping through the gaps, making the entire room seem less dark.
I looked around and my gaze settled on a table in the center of the room.
On it lay an open book, its pages densely filled with writing.
I stepped closer to take a better look; the writing was crooked and unfamiliar to me.
But for some reason, I felt like I had seen it before.
Wasn't this just like the symbols in the elevator?
Yes, those strange symbols matched exactly with the text in this book.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, making it hard for me to keep my eyes open as the pages flipped rapidly, creating a rustling sound.
I reached out to grab the book.
At that moment, a pale hand suddenly emerged from the darkness and grasped my outstretched hand.
I jumped back in shock and instinctively looked up to see who it was.
However, before I could lift my head, a wave of dizziness washed over me; the pages in front of me began to blur, and then everything plunged into darkness.
When I woke up, I found myself still inside the elevator.
I held my forehead, trying to recall what had happened earlier.
All I remembered was entering room 404 and discovering that strange book; then it seemed like a hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed me.
After that, everything went blank.
I checked the time; two hours had passed since I entered the building.
How could I have slept for so long in the elevator?
I stood up, stretched my stiff body, and then pressed the elevator button.
I need to get out of here.
However, the elevator showed no response, continuing to ascend slowly.
Just like before, it stopped at every floor it passed.
But the doors still wouldn’t open.
I frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over me.
This elevator is too strange.
I took out my phone to call Zhang Guitian for help, only to find there was no signal at all.
I suddenly felt like crying; was I really trapped here?
I sat back down on the floor, staring at the strange symbols around me, lost in thought.
Could everything that happened before just be a dream?
No, that’s impossible.
If it were a dream, why would I wake up in this elevator?
Moreover, those strange symbols were exactly the same as those in the book from earlier.
This is definitely not a coincidence.
I focused on those symbols, my brow furrowing tightly.
Why does the elevator keep ascending? Why does it stop at every floor?
Could it be… related to that symbol?
At this thought, my expression darkened.
If it really is related to that symbol, it means everything is not a coincidence, and the eerie rumors about this building must be closely tied to these symbols.
I couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill run down my back.
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