When I took a taxi back to the company from Anle Village, it was almost twelve o'clock at night.

Regarding the "storytelling grandmother", I briefly told Luo Xinqing some precautions, and at the same time told Zhang Xiaoshan to help her keep an eye on the point, and nothing should go wrong.

I also left a phone number for Luo Xinqing, asking her not to hesitate to call me immediately if she has any questions.

In fact, there is still a lot of risk in doing this, after all, no one knows when the old woman will tell a new story, or if there will be any new accidents.

But I have never been able to survive Luo Xinqing's persistence, for those old people, Luo Xinqing is really taking care of them, and has also cultivated a deep relationship with them.

When I returned to the company, there was no one in the company, but fortunately, the door of the company was always unlocked with fingerprints, so I was not embarrassed to shut the door and not be able to enter.

When I got to my desk, I turned on my computer and pulled up the survey report I needed to fill out.

The characteristics of the morgue have basically been investigated, and I have roughly described the information I have now, and the plan given is to dismantle the site.

After all, such a peculiar phenomenon that harms people can still be dismantled, so that no one can suffer unnecessary pain because of this, and the dead are great, so go wherever they want.

Of course, the demolition of the morgue is certainly not done by me, according to the custom, the Guardian Alliance will send someone to buy the funeral parlor, and then bulldoze the whole place, as for what will happen to that piece of land, it is not my concern.

After filling out the investigation report, it was already one o'clock at night, and at this time I was driving home, and I had to get up and go back to the company after not sleeping for a while. Besides, there are too many things to experience tonight, and now my brain is messed up, and I am still in a certain state of excitement, and I guess I can't sleep at all. After thinking about it, it is better to go to the bar to see if Liu Cong is there, and go to rub him to order a drink.

After I flipped through the offline file for Zhang Zhong, I turned off the computer, took my mobile phone and cigarette, got up and left the company.

Take the elevator in the elevator room, this building is very high, plus two floors of underground parking, there are 20 floors, each floor has four or five companies, and there are so many people who come here to work every day. Therefore, there is an elevator hall on the east and west sides of the building, and there are four elevators in each elevator room, each elevator reaches a different floor: one elevator only stops at odd floors, one elevator stops only at even floors, the third elevator stops at the upper floors above the tenth floor, and the last elevator stops on every floor.

The reason why I say it so clearly is because I want to complain, although it is more than one o'clock in the morning, but since there are so many elevators, why can't we leave an elevator for us overtime dogs to use at night?

That's right, all four elevators are now closed, and I pressed them one by one, and none of the elevator's buttons responded.

Fortunately, our company is on the third floor, and I won't have much problem going down the stairs, but I pity the old guys who work on the more than ten floors, and I have to take the stairs when I get home from work in the middle of the night. . .

I stood in the elevator and lit a cigarette, but there was no one else anyway, so it didn't matter if I smoked a cigarette. I pulled out my phone and flipped through the news to see if there were any new anomalous events recently.

On the opposite side of the elevator is the staircase, and while looking at my phone, I pushed open the fire door and walked in, but suddenly felt a slight feeling of dizziness.

", this cigarette is poisonous, isn't it? "Such a big force?" I muttered, and began to descend the stairs.

There is an energy-saving lamp on each floor in the corridor, and the light is not very bright, but my phone screen has been turned to the brightest by me, so I can't rely on the surrounding environment when staring at the phone screen.

But I have my own tricks.

I once smoked in the elevator hall when I first joined the company, and I was scolded by the sweeping aunt here. So I hid in the stairwell and smoked, and when I was idle, I counted the stairs here. The staircase between every two floors is divided into two sections, each with twelve steps.

So even though my eyes can't see the steps under my feet and the surroundings, I can count the steps to make sure I don't fall – count to twelve, turn right, count to twelve, turn right.

But soon I felt that something was wrong, we were on the third floor, and it stands to reason that I should have turned four times to get to the first floor.

I don't count how many times I've been crutched, but I'm sure it's more than four.

I was shocked, and quickly stuffed my phone back into my pocket, saying that this must be another special phenomenon, right?!

When I looked up at the floor sign hanging on the stairwell wall, I was immediately embarrassed - the blue round iron plate was printed with a large white letter "-2F".

I played with my mobile phone and walked to the second floor of the underground garage. . .

I quickly turned around and climbed up the stairs again, climbed two floors, pushed open the stairwell and looked, sure enough—how is it still an underground garage?

"Huh?" I turned around and went back to the stairwell, glanced at the floor number, and said to myself, could it be that I had just counted wrong?

Under the dim light on the wall, the big "-2F" on the floor number made me feel like I was falling into an ice cave.

What is this? Did I count it wrong, and someone happened to be trying to make a joke?

I was a little reluctant, and this time I cautiously climbed up the stairs one more level, carefully observing my surroundings, but nothing unusual happened.

The only anomaly is that the floor number hanging above my head is still "-2F".

I also pushed open the fire door and looked, yes, behind the door is indeed the second floor of the underground garage.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and there were a few cars parked in the garage, but they were basically the same layout as I had just seen.

This is definitely a special phenomenon, right?

Maybe there's something wrong with this stairwell? There is a spatial distortion in the stairwell? The upper and lower ends of the whole staircase on the second floor are spatially distorted... Overlap?

I tried to run up a few floors, and on each floor I pushed open the fire door to take a look, and found that each floor was the second floor of the underground garage, yes!

I tried to run down again, but as before, I was still back on the minus two floors.

Actually, I have to say that this phenomenon is quite interesting, so I didn't feel particularly nervous or scared, but just had fun.

I took out the cigarette case from my bosom, took a cigarette out of it and lit it, leaned against the wall and slowly finished it, then dropped the cigarette butt in the corner, turned around and ran upstairs again.

I climbed one floor and came to the stairwell above, the floor number was still "-2F" unchanged, and the cigarette butts on the ground were still there, and there was even green smoke.

This means that my guess is correct, the entire stairwell on the second floor is now in a kind of spatial cycle, and every time I climb up a floor, I climb up from the next floor, rather than extending up and down countless floors.

A scene suddenly occurred to my mind:

If I poke my head out of the railing and look down halfway through the climb, will I see the back of my own head?

After thinking about it, I felt that I should not try it, and when I thought of that scene, I felt that I had a layer of goosebumps all over my body, which was a little too weird.

So the question is, how do I get out of this stairwell? I can't be stuck here forever, can I?

After thinking about it, I felt that there should be no answer in the stairwell, after all, no matter if you go up or down, you will return to this stairwell again. So I simply pushed the fire door and went to the underground garage.

My second-hand Hyundai must have been parked in the first-floor garage, the second-floor garage is now completely empty, only a few cars are still parked here, probably some poor people working overtime at night.

I noticed that a few cars were covered with thick dust, it looked like no one had driven them for a long time, and the most annoying thing was that they were all good cars, Mercedes-Benz BMWs or something, and some car logos that I had never seen before!

I followed the marking line on the ground all the way to the exit of the second floor of the underground garage, which is a gentle slope, and it should be the negative floor of the underground garage from here.

There was a light on overhead, the light was still bright, I walked up a little under the illumination of the light, turned two corners and looked up, it was really a negative floor.

Why doesn't this plot play cards according to the routine?

Shouldn't it be like that stairwell, back to the minus two floors?

But in fact, it's a negative layer, and I've seen my own second-hand modernity!

I walked to my car with a blank face, pressed the car key, and the car alarm sounded, and it was my car!

Could it be that the ability of this anomalous phenomenon is limited to that small stairwell? As soon as you get out of that stairwell and go to the underground parking garage, its ability does not work?

I don't know why, but I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't tell.

I pulled the door and got into the car, fastened my seatbelt, skillfully started the car, kicked the accelerator, and drove the car out of the company building.

I drove on an asphalt road in the countryside, on both sides of the road were desolate excavated fields, there were no street lights on the road, the whole view was pitch black, only the headlights of my car were still glowing white.

Working overtime until the early hours of the morning for half a month, my spirit was very sleepy, I couldn't help yawning, at this moment, a white figure suddenly appeared in my field of vision, he stood there quietly sideways, not even a little dodge.

I subconsciously slammed on the brakes while slamming the steering wheel – wait!

Why is this scene so familiar?

This strange thought popped into my mind for a split second - time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and I could feel the weightlessness of that moment, the front windshield shattered into pieces of slag and scattered everywhere. At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strange scene that I will never forget.

The white figure who had caused me in the car accident slowly turned its face to my side. I could clearly see that underneath her long hair was a woman's face without a trace of blood, and a faint purple-cyan glow from her pale complexion—like the fart and strands that my father had been whipped with a broom all day long when I was a child. The owner of that face, looking at me with her empty eyes, gave me a strange smile, and then disappeared.

Another charioteer?

But what is a charioteer?

Time seemed to return to normal speed once again, and the car tumbled forward for a few weeks before crashing into the roadside fence and coming to a stop, and I was thrown out of the cab and hit the hard asphalt.