"Bang bang bang!"

"Fly, wake up, get up and get something to eat and go out quickly, or you'll be late for work." ”

I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by a knock on the door and my father's voice.

I suddenly opened my eyes and found that I was still leaning against the head of the bed with my clothes on, and then I remembered that I had been studying out-of-body in the second half of last night, and then although I had mastered the method of out-of-body at any time, I was too sleepy because of excessive use of my brain, and finally fell asleep without taking off my clothes.

"Oh, got it, Dad, get up right now!"

I hurriedly replied loudly, and then turned my head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already half past eight, and if I didn't hurry out, I would definitely not be able to catch up with the company before nine o'clock.

Although Yang Dong gave me the privilege of being the chief design director, that is, I don't have to clock in and out every day like other employees, and I won't worry about arriving late and leaving early, but I remember that I made an appointment with Yang Dong at 9 o'clock this morning to hold a regular meeting with all the designers in the design department, so it was obviously inappropriate to be late.

Considering that the road from my house to the company has always been congested, I might be late if I drove myself, so I might as well take the subway and rush into the conference room at 9 o'clock on time.

In the past, when I encountered a similar situation, I changed to take the subway, and I really never was late.

After making a quick decision, I quickly rushed to the bathroom, washed up briefly, changed into a suit, grabbed a fritter from the dining room table, and rushed out of the house without having time to explain it to my father.

Even though I was taking the fritters, I noticed that my father, who was eating breakfast, looked like he was about to say something, and he didn't care about it, thinking that it would be the same if I would call when I got on the subway.

Fortunately, I had done this many times before, so my father had become accustomed to it, and he didn't ask too much.

Because it is the peak period of work at this moment, my house is on the 28th floor, and one of the two elevators is in a state of maintenance and temporarily suspended, and the other is still on the first floor, so I know that the elevator will not be able to come up for a while and a half, and I also plan to take this opportunity to eat the fritter in three bites.

So as not to squeeze into the elevator with it in your hand for a while, in case you rub the oil on other people's clothes, it will be embarrassing.

When I was eating the fritter with my mouth full of oil, I was also secretly glad that there was only a little girl in red clothes waiting for the elevator with me on this floor, and she was standing at the elevator door with her back to me, so my ugly appearance was finally not seen by her.

It's just that when I hid behind the girl and took a big bite of the fritters, while looking at the girl, I still couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, that is, I grew up in this building, and although the neighbors on this floor are all familiar, they are still more or less impressed.

I've seen even friends and relatives who are often visited by my neighbors.

But the little girl of about seven or eight years old who was facing away from me in front of me, I felt like I had seen it for the first time in my life, and I didn't know why, looking at her motionless back, I had an inexplicable sense of fear in my heart.

I always felt that there was a particularly terrible cool breeze blowing at me from where she was, and there was even a slight stench of rotting and spoiling something.

So much so that the fritters that I used to think were very fragrant suddenly became tasteless, difficult to swallow, and I had the slightest urge to retch.

At first, I thought it was the wind blowing through the crack in the door when the elevator was coming up quickly, but I quickly ruled out this possibility, because I saw that the elevator floor indicator showed that the elevator was stopping on the 24th floor, and it had not been running at all!

And even if it was really the wind blowing through the crack in the elevator door, the long hair of the little girl in front of me should be floating, but I could clearly see that her hair was not moving, as if she was not a living little girl, but an oil painting.

Maybe it was because I suddenly lost my appetite and the elevator was about to come up, so I turned and walked to the trash can in the corner of the elevator hall, intending to throw away the little fritters that were left.

"Ding!"

Just as I threw away the fritters, just wiped my oily mouth with a napkin and threw it in the trash, I heard the elevator behind me sound a hint of arrival.

I hurriedly turned around and walked quickly to the elevator, and I silently hoped that the elevator would be overcrowded, otherwise if I couldn't squeeze in, I would have to wait for the next elevator, I'm afraid it would be very likely to be late.

What's more, there is a little girl in front of me, if the elevator door opens after a while, and there are so many people inside that I can only squeeze in one more person, even if I am in a hurry, I have to let the little girl go in first, otherwise I will be too ungentlemanly.

So when I came behind the little girl, I secretly prepared for the worst, that is, if I really couldn't get on the elevator, I would immediately rush into the stairwell and run downstairs.

It's a little tiring, but at least the time is still within my control.

If I wait for the next elevator, who knows when the elevator will come up, and who can guarantee that the elevator will be able to squeeze in again.

Because I know that during every rush hour, many high-rise residents would rather sit on the 28th floor with the elevator in reverse and then go down to the floor in order to ensure that they can go down to the first floor earlier, rather than wait patiently for the elevator to come down on their floor.

After all, you may not be able to squeeze in at that time.

In my memory, during the rush hour, even though the elevator reached the 28th floor, few people got out of the elevator, and most of the people in it occupied the position in the elevator in advance to ensure that they could go down to the first floor to get to work in a hurry.

So I have experienced many times the helpless experience of finally waiting for the elevator to come up, but because no one came out, I still couldn't squeeze in.

In that case, it is better to run down the stairs decisively and rush into the subway in one go, and I am still confident that I will rush into the company conference room before nine o'clock.

"......Snort"

When the elevator stopped steadily on the 28th floor and the doors slowly opened, the last thing I wanted to see happened.

That is, the elevator was really full of people, especially the person in the middle of the door with his back to the outside was about to be squeezed out of the elevator, so I understood that I and the little girl in front of me had no hope of entering the elevator.

I saw that the girl was also standing still and did not move, obviously knowing that with her weak body and strength, she would not be able to squeeze into the elevator at all.

And when I saw the elevator door close again, I was helpless and planned to turn around and go into the stairwell, and then run downstairs.

However, just as I was about to turn around, I was shocked by what I saw!

I saw that the little girl actually turned around and walked towards another suspended elevator next to her, and ignored the red warning sign hanging at the elevator door, "No entry during maintenance", stretched out her miserable white hands, and forcefully opened the closed elevator door, intending to jump into the black elevator shaft!

"Don't move, little girl!"

My face changed, I shouted, and I rushed over.

Maybe it was my voice that scared the little girl, and on the way to the door of the suspended elevator, I saw her body shake and stop.

And I was the first to come behind her and grab one of her arms.

When I grabbed her arm, I felt like I was grasping on a hard, cold iron rod, and it made me shudder!

At the same time, I inhaled an extremely fishy, rotten breath into my nostrils again, and suddenly, in addition to nausea, I also felt a little suffocated.

Just when I didn't know why, I saw that the little girl slowly turned around, and I saw clearly that the skin of her neck hidden in her hair was extremely white, and there was hardly a trace of blood.

"Ahh

The moment her face was completely facing me, I instinctively let go of her arm, stepped back and shouted.

I saw that the front of this little girl was as smooth as jade, like an oval egg, and there were no facial features on it!

Still, I had a distinct sense that the other person was "staring" at me up and down.

Although I don't know exactly where her eyes are!

But my instinct told me that the other person could see me, and was trying very hard to see me, and to ask me something.

I also saw her lift the arm I had grabbed earlier, and scratch it on her face and mouth with one of her equally white, slender fingernails.

With a crack of about five centimeters, a dark red liquid flowed out of it, and these liquids were extremely foul-smelling, I couldn't help retching, so I quickly covered my mouth and nose with my hands, and took two steps back again.

"You...... Actually...... Can you see me? ...... I'm fine too...... Look at you. ”

As the five-centimeter slit opened and closed up and down, and scarlet choking fluid continued to flow, I heard a very muffled voice.

"Puff ......"

Then, to my creep, I saw that the foul-smelling liquid coming out of her mouth, mixed with two grape-like things, fell to the ground and rolled towards me.

I instinctively took two steps back again, and when the two black things stopped, I saw that they were two bloodshot eyeballs!

At this moment, the two eyeballs were slowly wriggling as if trying to see me clearly.

This sudden change also made it difficult for me to react for a while, just staring stupidly at that pair of palpitating eyeballs, trying to think of countermeasures.

At that moment, I wondered if I was dreaming, and it wasn't even possible in real life.

It's just that my instincts tell me that it's all too real to be a fantasy nightmare.

And I was also keenly aware that the other party seemed to have recognized me and had murderous intentions towards me.

"Haha...... It's you! You can die!"

Just as I was staring at the eyeballs on the ground and thinking quickly about what to do, I didn't expect the five-centimeter crack to be vague again.

After saying that, she stuck out her horrible nails again and poked at the center of my eyebrows!

"You go to die!"

I instinctively sat on the ground, kicked my legs out hard, and replied unwillingly.

After I finished speaking, I saw this disgusting and terrifying faceless girl kicked into the dark elevator shaft by my feet.

I turned and rushed into the stairwell, running downstairs like crazy......