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At that moment, the elevator came to a stop once again.
Ding dong.
Accompanied by the crisp sound, the doors opened.
Outside was pitch black, but the familiar damp smell immediately made me recognize this place.
It was that same corridor again!
I swallowed hard, a sense of foreboding rising in my heart.
I muttered softly, "Damn it, this time it seems like I've really gotten into trouble!"
Using the weak beam of my flashlight, I slowly stepped out of the elevator and cautiously walked deeper into the corridor.
The flashlight's beam swept across the walls, casting long shadows that appeared particularly eerie in the dimly lit hallway.
The surroundings were dead silent, with no sounds at all, as if even the air had stopped moving.
I swallowed again, forcing down my fear as I carefully groped my way forward.
The doors on either side of the corridor looked somewhat different from what I remembered, but I couldn't quite pinpoint how they were different.
In any case, everything felt extremely strange.
Before long, I reached the spot where Room 404 had been; there stood a door quietly, but instead of 404, it was labeled Security Room.
The door was slightly ajar, and with the light from my flashlight, I could see that there were two rooms inside.
Aside from two large tables against the walls, the outer room was cluttered with a pile of cardboard boxes and plastic containers on the floor.
I walked over and pushed open the door; a wave of musty air hit me in the face, carrying a long-dormant scent.
The room was very dimly lit, and I whispered, "It's so dark."
My voice echoed in the silent corridor, sounding somewhat unsettling.
As I stepped inside, I stirred up a cloud of dust and couldn't help but cough a few times.
This dust and this smell were unbearable.
The outer room of the security office was piled high with too many miscellaneous items to even find a place to step; I had to wave my arms to clear away the floating dust while carefully moving forward.
If it weren't for the money, who would be willing to endure this?
I couldn't help but mutter to myself, then I shone my flashlight around, hoping to find some useful clues.
In the beam of the flashlight, I saw some objects; although I couldn't make out what they were, I could vaguely discern their general shapes. I crouched down and began rummaging through the gaps in the clutter, hoping to find something useful.
As I was sifting through the items around me, I suddenly noticed a glimmer of light between a cardboard box and some plastic containers. It was a reflection!
I quickly directed the flashlight towards it and carefully moved aside the debris on top, discovering an antique-looking small mirror among the pile of junk.
I reached for the small mirror and gently blew off the dust covering it. The edges of the mirror were engraved with some ancient patterns that looked quite eerie. The surface was slightly distorted, reflecting strange light under the flashlight's beam.
Holding the small mirror in my hand, I looked at my reflection; my face, illuminated by the flashlight, appeared pale and somewhat comical.
I noticed that the back of the small mirror seemed to have a strange symbol carved into it. A chill ran down my spine as I examined the symbol closely.
Was it another one of those symbols? What exactly was this thing, and why did it appear both in the elevator and on this small mirror? What connection did it have to everything that was happening?
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