It was only when I ran into the elevator that I breathed a sigh of relief, like a drowning fish, breathing heavily.

I pulled the collar, and the shirt inside was soaked with sweat, sticky and sticky to my body, very uncomfortable.

The elevator is descending, there is only one button on it, seventeen floors. At this time, I suddenly reacted, the person I met in the morning, he rose up from below, the underground parking lot is the last floor, where is it below?

A chill rose from the soles of my feet, making me shudder, and I couldn't help but shiver, looking at the elevator that was automatically descending, and my whole body stiffened. There are only seventeen buttons on it, there is no -1 layer, there is no -2 layer, who is controlling it?

I'd love to follow the elevator to the -2nd floor to see where the guy came up in the morning. The elevator creaked, and the dim lights flickered and flickered, as if they would fall apart the next moment.

The red indicator light is beating, and the time passes by minute by second, and every minute and second is torment for me. With a ding, the elevator stopped at the position of the -1 floor, and as soon as the elevator door opened a gap, I quickly squeezed my body through.

I don't dare to go to -2 and I'm not going to work here anymore. I made up my mind that I wouldn't be here tomorrow, and sooner or later this kind of environment can drive people crazy, just like those zombie-like employees.

I had barely taken a step when a parked car caught my attention, and the window slowly rolled down to reveal the gloomy man who had come to pick me up in the morning.

He looked at me with a straight face and indifference, not saying a word, not making a sound at all, as if it didn't exist.

Even though I knew he was here to pick me up, I didn't get in the car either, I didn't want to have any more contact with the company, I just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

I kept walking briskly forward, panting, and the underground parking garage was so large and empty that there was no reference and I couldn't tell the way.

After walking for about ten minutes, I couldn't see much of the elevator lights behind me, and I still didn't find my way out. I've been walking forward, and according to the confines of the parking lot, even if it was in the wrong direction, it should have come to an end a long time ago.

But in reality, it was still very empty, as if there were no borders.

I resisted the uneasiness in my heart, quickened my pace, and continued to walk forward for more than ten minutes, when a red indicator light appeared in my sight.

The moment I saw the light, I stopped abruptly, and the uneasiness in my heart instantly increased. Keep moving forward, and the closer you go, the stronger the uneasiness becomes. It wasn't until I could see the -1 floor above the indicator that the uneasiness peaked and I returned.

The car was still parked under the elevator, the windows were rolled down, and the gloomy man was holding the steering wheel with both hands, looking at me coldly, still maintaining the posture I had left.

My legs trembled a little, but I didn't stop, I chose a new direction and ran as hard as I could.

The sound of my hurried footsteps and heavy wheezing echoed in the underground parking garage, and twenty minutes later, to my despair, I found myself back.

There was only one last direction left, and I didn't hesitate to keep running.

It was not until I was exhausted and couldn't breathe well, and I saw the elevator light again.

I was desperate to find that I couldn't get out.

No matter how I walk, forward, left and right, I will always come back here, and I will always see a gloomy man sitting in the car, with a straight face, staring at me coldly. That look was like a cat looking at a mouse.

"Get in the car." He was still plain and shocked, and then started the car, as if he was sure that I would get into the car.

I felt aggrieved, but I really couldn't leave, so I could only blush and get into the car.

He was still expressionless, and he didn't have the joy of victory, and with a straight face, he stepped on the gas.

I rolled down the window and tried to make a note of the route I was leaving, only to find that he had just left the same way as he had come, just driving straight ahead and the exit was in front of me.

My brain couldn't keep up with the sudden shift, and I wanted to open my mouth to ask him a few times, but my poor self-esteem was playing tricks, and I still didn't ask after all.

He kept sending me home and then drove away without explaining anything to me.

It was nine o'clock after work, and after half a night, it was almost three o'clock in the morning when I got home. After a long day of work, my body was very tired, and I took a quick shower, but I didn't feel sleepy.

My mind was full of zombie-like people in the company, and weird elevators and underground parking lots that I couldn't get out of, and I couldn't figure it out.

I don't know when I fell asleep, and I dreamed that I was surrounded by zombie people in the company, and three colleagues behind me pushed me out.

The potted plant leaning against the corner of the wall swayed around, its "mouth" opened, its teeth and claws danced, and it let out a terrible scream, which could be vaguely heard as a help.

The next morning, I was woken up by a shrill phone ringing, and after answering it casually, the manager's sharp voice came from there: "Wang Lin, you are late." ”

"Manager?" My head buzzed, and I instantly bounced out of bed, and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, exactly after eight o'clock.

"You must be at the company before nine o'clock, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" His tone was cold, and he hung up the phone after speaking, not giving me a chance to speak.

I wanted to call him back and tell him that I wasn't going to work, but I couldn't find the manager's mobile phone number when I looked through the call logs.

The most recent record of the call log was a landline I called a company the day before yesterday, as if the call I had just received from the manager was a hallucination.

It was absolutely impossible to hallucinate just now, so I ran to the window, pushed it open, and stuck my head out. Downstairs, sure enough, there was a black old model unlicensed car, and a gloomy man stood next to the car, staring at me with his head tilted.

I shivered, and the sun was shining, but I felt a chill rise from the soles of my feet.

In any case, I have to go to the company, make it clear to the manager, and quit!

After packing up, the gloomy man gave me a meaningful look and said one more thing: "You will regret it." ”

"What do you mean?" I asked.

But he didn't speak, just pulled the car door and sat in, holding the steering wheel with both hands and staring ahead, without saying a word.

I was bored with myself, so I went to the back seat and sat down, also to prevent him, and if there was danger, I would have the opportunity to jump out of the car and escape.

In fact, I was overly worried, and he still sent me to the underground parking lot and drove away, and there was still no mark of the car's tires on the ground, except for the messy footprints I left last night.

Not only the tires, but also the footprints of the employees who left work last night, I can't help but wonder if I am the only one walking here, and they all enter and exit through the gate above?