Elevators, narrow corridors, neon lights, sparkle with bright and dazzling light. The four walls, as cold as metal, smooth, with a faint yellow shell, are completely hidden in the intoxicating colors, dissolving here.

The nightclub, the darkness, the dance floor, all the rays of light scattered disorderly on the metal floor, but melted into tiny specks of light, moving, jumping, but unable to ignite the darkness of this grand building. The noisy and frantic crowd, dressed in strange costumes, roared and twisted their bodies, and the demons danced wildly, in the only light in the darkness.

The bell rings.

The machine was right in front of it, spreading a faint blue light outward, soft and pure, but in a field of scarlet, blue, orange and yellow, extremely dazzling. Hallway, five meters, or ten meters? The metal that was isolated from the world was so abruptly so grand, it seemed to reach the sky, endless, shallow gaps, revealing infinite auroras, sky blue, gradually dazzling, as if it would swallow all things. However, it has always been so big, 2.5 meters, neither tall nor short.

The bright light sprinkled over the dancing crowd, the prostitutes danced, the DJ danced, but the cold, the bitter cold that could not ignite to the bone, the people indulged to their heart's content, in the bright and dim light, in the dead silence and noisy music, revelry.

Unmoved, people closed their eyes, looked up to the sky, and writhed in intoxication, although the sky was not there.

The Red Death has arrived!

It bears a mask, disguised as an outcast of its kind.

The Red Death has arrived!

"Oh my God!" Zhang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes, his facial muscles twisted into a ball, trembling violently, his hands covered his cheeks, tears flowed out, but he didn't understand why he was crying, he didn't even notice it. Zhang Zhiyu leaned against the illusion of the wall with all his might, and slowly slid down. Fall to the ground. Fell forward, slamming his forehead on the ground. Every movement stimulates every cell of the body, and they howl and struggle, desperately trying to break through the shackles, face freedom, and also run towards death.

Bondage.

"Hey!" A young girl, with perfect curves, fair skin that can be broken by blowing, slightly curled purple hair hanging softly on her waist, slender fingers slightly curved, angelic flawless face, delicate red lips, purple eyes, soaked in crystal clear eyes, under the dim light, but like a dark abyss, on the surface, you can only see innocence and purity.

"Oh my God."

His eyes intertwined, and the intoxicating neon light that swirled in the corridor stimulated his brain, each soft light piercing his fragile cortex like a sharp steel needle. They flutter in all directions, at right angles, in arcs, twisted and mixed, sharp, deadly, and painful. He grinned unconsciously, with a smiling expression that looked like a sleepover with a dull hangover.

"Hey!" The girl repeated, her smile was incomparably sweet, her fragrance was intoxicating, and her perfect body was charming.

Only the hum of the elevator. There is no monotonous greeting from an artificial intelligence with an electronic sound, no frantic music and shouting. It's just crazy noise. The sharp pain in the lungs that exploded spread from a point in the right chest to the entire body. Zhang Zhiyu was rushed to the ground by pain, the violent dry cough completely crushed him, his head hit the ground heavily, and Zhang Zhiyu wandered away from reality and environment.

Sun Haowen's sturdy body shook unnaturally slightly, his breathing gradually became short, and his face froze in an expression mixed of shock and joy, like Columbus who looked at America for the first time.

"India!" Columbus shouted in surprise, "It's fucking India!" ”

The girl stretched out her delicate and slender arm, incomparably soft, incomparably white and tender, completely exposed, and gently slid down her forehead bone along Sun Haowen's smiling earlobe, and her fingertips gently touched the stubble-covered chin. Sun Haowen closed his eyes tremblingly, he was a little out of breath.

Zhang Zhiyu closed his eyes in pain, feeling the changing fluorescence, feeling the blazing air, feeling the anger that was enough to make him feel weird, and feeling the unbearable and unbelievable painful memories that made him fever and crazy.

The endless lawn, just the verdant grass, trembling gently with the warm breeze blowing slightly, the midday sun, not dazzling, just a bright yellow light wheel, as if reaching out to touch, the sky, blue to the extreme, slightly purple, but incomparably bright, vivid, that is a wonderful color that people desire to possess, a few white clouds floating, gently moving forward, the clouds slightly rolling, white, flawless, as if pulsating. When the white light shines, it blooms into colorful bands of light, like a rainbow, jumping on the retina.

Buildings, sparsely erected on the prairie, towering like clouds, or as short as two people tall, no one entering or leaving, unstained, undamaged, dream-like pure colors, smeared here, spurning all darkness and helplessness.

A perfect world.

A ridiculous world.

A poignant world.

A bleak world.

He lifted his chaotic head and looked at the elevator in the distance, through the fog of chaos, through the painful memories, through the heavy layers of restraint and shackles. The elevator seems to still be there, 5 meters from itself, or 10 meters away?

Overlap of sights. The colors in front of you overlap to form a wonderful set of incredible chaos. He couldn't figure out if it was the mess in his retina or the desperate dance of the real environment.

Sharp tinnitus. At first, it was just the whisper of a lover's ear, but it gradually changed and became louder, and finally it was like a painful fire siren, passing through the eardrum and straight through the brain. He couldn't figure out if it was the voice in his head or the desperate screams of the AI after it was utterly confused.

"Hey." The face of a black child, obscured by the bright sun, "Want to have some fun?" He smiled evilly, innocent, flawless, and wonderful.

I woke up from a dream. Zhang Zhiyu straightened up suddenly, and fatigue and pain formed a storm in an instant, raging.

Zhang Zhiyu drank the water depressedly, and his anger and indignation were all pressed into his convulsive abdomen.

All around, below, above were crowds of people writhing wildly, reveling, as if there was no tomorrow.

Beyond that, there is the end of the Red Death.

The Red Death is here!

The Red Death is here!

The Red Death is here!

When all the storm stopped, tinnitus, vision, pain, and scarlet light all came at the same time, with unprecedented madness and chaos, completely destroying the last line of defense of the dam. Even with the eyes closed, the various rays of light still take shape in the dark.

Scarlet!

Scarlet seems to have some meaning, it's a wake-up call before danger strikes. When the scarlet recedes, there will be real pain, a real end.

This scarlet is slightly blackened, like rust, Zhang Zhiyu can even smell the metal smell in his nasal cavity, the neon light is gone, the dance is gone, the carnival is gone, everything is covered with a layer of scarlet, like a post-apocalyptic punk, terrified.

The Red Death has really arrived.

With one last twist of the lid, the octopus pulled out its massive, resilient body, and it slumped silently on the table, at first, just motionless, like a silent statue......

The octopus had been there, writhing, dancing desperately, but Zhang Zhiyu hadn't paid attention to it, it had been there all the time, under his line of sight, but he hadn't paid attention.

Waterseeds.

Jang Ji-woo wakes up on the cold and slippery ground, sleeping or fainting? The sights are becoming clearer, illusion or reality? Looking at the elevator, it was right in front of you. The neon lights throughout the corridor transition to a quiet sky blue.

The scarlet pain finally came to naught, evaporating there. The blue tranquility replaces it, the tranquility of death. He reached out to the elevator point, his savior, appearing with light through the gaps in the thick clouds.

White light.