The head was dizzy, and when she opened her eyes, she was in front of an unfamiliar environment, and the scene in front of her was a little blurry, and even the world was spinning, the girl raised her hand to support her forehead, closed her eyes and eased.

After the dizziness in her head dissipated, the girl raised her eyes to look around at the scene, which was a strange elevator, the elevator door was locked, the metal walls were cold, the lights were cold, and black and white newspapers were pasted on it. The newspapers were eerie, only black and white and glaring red, all neatly pasted.

She slowly stood up against the wall, looked around again, and turned her eyes to meet the metal wall, which reflected hers.

Long ink-colored hair, thin arms and legs, a white suspender skirt, and ink-colored eyes are not alarmed and a little indifferent. White stiletto heels with intricate bows at the back.

The girl looked away indifferently and looked around for a moment.

The sealed environment was unsettling, and even more unsettling was that she had completely forgotten why she was here—she had lost her memory and even forgot her name.

She turned and walked towards the metal doorway of the elevator. There is no door button next to the elevator door, only numeric buttons, and a display.

She reached out and pressed a random "1" button.

The elevator didn't move, but the number "1" appeared on the display because of the press just now. After about half a minute, the numbers flashed and vanished, and the display returned to its original state.

Seeing this, the girl's eyes dimmed, and she reached out again and pressed "1", paused for a moment and pressed "1" several times in succession. It wasn't until the eight "1s" were pressed that the display sounded "Didi", and the green numbers turned red, flashed quickly, and then disappeared.

"Typing error?" The girl's dark eyes were not flustered in the slightest, she pursed her lips, and turned to look at the messy newspapers pasted on both sides of the elevator.

The newspapers were only plastered on the walls on both sides of the elevator, and there were not even traces of broken newspapers on the metal walls that could be used as mirrors on the elevator doors.

Such newspapers are already rare.

The number button on the elevator has ten digits of "0~9", and if the number group that needs to be entered is an eight-digit number, then there is a combination of ten to the eighth power. It's just a guess - unless you're lucky, there's no way to try it out in a short time.

The newspapers on both sides of the wall are neatly arranged, not at all like they were pasted randomly, four on the left and right, exactly eight in total. Each newspaper is marked with a number in the lower left corner, with numbers ranging from 1 to 8. The newspapers were all black and white, but they all had blinding blood-colored patterns, and they looked a little panicked.

The girl's gaze fell on one of the walls, and the newspaper in the upper left corner was marked "1".

The blood-red color is the title of the row: "The Splendor of the Chogori Peak of the World", and the pattern of that peak is attached next to it, which is also red. The small text below introduced the peak in a rambling manner, and she didn't look closely.

“2？” The girl's thin lips gently spat out a word, and then her eyes slowly moved to the newspaper marked "2", which was marked with the words "Clock Rules" in red, and the patterns of four red clocks were attached to it:

Clocks that display 1:10 are marked with "2" underneath, clocks that display 3:30 are marked with "8" underneath, clocks that display 7:40 are marked with "6" underneath, and clocks that display 6:45 are marked with "? ”。

Almost as her eyes fell on the last clock, the girl's thin lips opened lightly and gently spit out a word: "4." ”

The girl's gaze slowly moved to the newspaper marked with the number three in the lower left corner, and her gaze stayed on it for only a few seconds, and then she gently said a number: "6." ”

Soon after her eyes touched each newspaper, she would say a number, starting with the digital newspaper marked "1" and ending with the last one. These numbers are finally grouped into an ordered group of numbers: 24643748.

“24643748。” The girl repeated and chewed on the number, frowning slightly, but quickly regained her calm and expressionless appearance. She looked up at the monitor on the ceiling and stretched out her index finger to slowly write three numbers on the wall: "869." ”

When she was done, she turned around and walked over to the metal door and typed in the eight numbers she had cracked. The monitor flashed green as she pressed the last number, and the elevator clicked strangely before slowly opening.

The girl calmly stepped out of the elevator, and in front of her was a deep corridor, which was a little out of touch with modern design.

The corridor is a black mottled slate, it is not a ground made of many stone slabs, but a whole slate, not a slate, it is very thick and heavy to step on, and it should have a certain thickness.

At the end of the hallway, there are two forks, and on either side of the corridor are rooms with closed stone doors. There are lamps on the stone walls that emit a cool glow—not candles, but lamps—indicating that the situation here is not particularly backward. It is possible that the architectural features of the room were deliberately designed to be such.

The girl walked slowly along the corridor, obviously such a deep and gloomy scene, but there was no slightest wave in her heart, and when the high heels stepped on the hard ground, there was a clear footstep sound, "Da ......".

As she walked, her gaze fell on the closed stone doors, and when she saw a certain stone door, her face changed slightly, and she quickened her pace. The difference between that stone gate and the others is that it has an extra monitor.

That means the people inside are probably trapped here and need to solve puzzles to get out of the room, just like themselves.

The girl's subconscious mind is not to find a way to open the door and then think about their current situation with the people inside, but the first reaction is to leave as soon as possible: the unknown is the most frightening, and when it is not sure whether it is a wolf or a dog that is about to be faced, most people will choose to observe secretly.

However, before the girl could immediately enter the long corridor at the fork in the road, there was a loud "bang" behind her, and she turned to look over and saw the picture of the stone slag splashing, and the door with the monitor next to it was smashed, and it took only one blow.

The girl's eyes stared at the room, her eyes not blinking, and her slender eyelashes did not tremble in the slightest.

"Who the hell dares to keep me here?!" A violent voice came out, and then a huge and tall figure walked out.

The man, dressed in a black coat and holding a sharp machete in his hand, was keenly aware of the presence of the others, and turned his head to meet the girl's calm gaze.

"Ah, what do I see? It's so beautiful, so beautiful that I want to destroy ......" The man let out a strange and deep voice, the deep ink pupils were obscure, the corners of his lips were very happily hooked, and the eyes that looked at the girl were strange and terrifying, "I will not give you a chance to escape." ”

At this point, the girl's face was noticeably paler, and she stared warily at the weapon in the man's hand.

……

[Memories are not erased, only hidden.] ］