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As I thought about this, something seemed to click in my mind. I suddenly raised my head and looked around. Just now, I had been focused on the ground and completely ignored the walls around me. At this moment, after lifting my gaze, my attention was immediately drawn in.
On the ground, it seemed like something was drawn. I held up my lighter to illuminate it and discovered that there were strange patterns etched into the floor. These patterns were identical to those torn from the Black Book.
It turned out that the ritual was not conducted in the elevator but rather required a rectangular magic circle, and this circle was drawn with blood! I walked around the edges of these patterns and found many peculiar little symbols surrounding them. These symbols were unlike any I had seen in the book; they appeared to be specific symbols representing special meanings.
But what kind of ritual was this? I frowned, pondering in my mind. Could it be that this ritual was different from what was recorded in the book? Or perhaps this ritual was not at all what I had imagined but rather a more advanced, more mysterious, and even more terrifying ceremony?
At this thought, I felt a chill run down my spine. If that were the case, then wouldn’t I be…? I bit my lip, unwilling to think further. However, deep down, I knew that no matter how much I pondered, the facts were right before me, and I could not deny them.
I sighed and continued to observe the patterns around me. In addition to those strange symbols, there were many bizarre shapes that looked like some form of writing, yet I couldn’t understand them at all. The mixture of these letters and symbols made everything appear even more eerie.
I furrowed my brow, silently contemplating the meanings of these symbols and characters. However, after thinking for a long time, I could not make sense of it at all. It seemed that uncovering the truth behind this ritual would require more clues.
In front of me was a white porcelain bowl. Inside the bowl were two shriveled spheres, their surfaces dark and unclear, making it hard to discern what they were.
I curiously reached out and gently touched one of the spheres. It was completely deflated, lacking any elasticity. What is this?
I was puzzled and stood up to look around, but found nothing of interest. I frowned, unsure of what these objects could be. Just then, I suddenly heard footsteps.
The sound was not loud, but in the stillness of the space, it was particularly clear. Tap, tap, tap... It was that same set of footsteps!
I immediately felt a surge of tension. This sound matched exactly with what I had heard before; it was clearly the same person. That meant they were approaching me!
I quickly stood up, carefully placed the photograph back in its original spot, and hurriedly extinguished the lighter to prevent any light from escaping. I didn't know if the other party had noticed me, so I couldn't risk exposing myself.
Once everything returned to its original state, I held my breath and strained to listen to the sounds outside. The footsteps were getting closer.
My heart raced with anxiety, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I could only silently pray that the person would not discover me.
I sighed in relief, only to realize that my clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. I stood up again and continued to observe my surroundings. The place where I had been seemed to be a warehouse, while my current position appeared to be a narrow passageway.
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