Standing next to Building 34, I fell into a tangle. The old Taoist priest had disappeared inexplicably, and now Building 34 appeared in front of me, which made me a little frightened. I took out my mobile phone and saw that there were only 8 minutes left before midnight.

Minutes have passed. Although my mind is full of entanglements, the time is almost up. Lifting my legs, I walked to the main entrance of Building 34. The door was not closed, but was in a half-open state. At a glance, it was dark inside.

It was all dark. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the door.

It was dark all around, and you could hardly see your fingers. And as soon as you stepped through the door, you immediately felt that it was much cooler inside than outside. What was even more strange was that there was clearly moonlight outside, but it seemed that there was a barrier at the door, and the moonlight could not shine at all.

Come in. From the moment you step through the door, you feel like you have entered a new world. Without thinking too much, I took out my phone, turned on the flash, and looked forward. Just like other floor interiors, just look at the place illuminated by the phone.

, seems to be no different from other buildings.

Holding up my mobile phone, I continued to walk forward, and the elevator entrance appeared in front of me. Like the Building 33 I had been to before, there were still two elevators in this building, but the display screen showing the floors did not

It was on, but there was a lot of dust on the buttons, and it looked like they had been idle for a long time. Turning around, there was the stairwell behind me. Without hesitation, I walked straight to the bottom of the stairs.

Minus the first floor, Minus the second floor, Minus the third floor.

It wasn't until I reached the stairwell on the third floor that I found that there were no stairs leading to the lower floors. There was a wall in front of me, and most of the wall coverings had fallen off. The phone showed that it was now

It's 11:56. There are only four minutes left before midnight. Although I have entered Building 34, I suddenly fell into despair. There is no 18th underground floor here.

Time passed like this minute by minute, and I was standing there now, feeling infinite anxiety in my heart. Looking behind me, there was still nothing, only white walls on all sides and the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Despair is like a seed slowly sprouting in my heart. I can't do anything at the moment. I can only wait for the zero o'clock countdown to arrive, and then I will enter another round of nightmare. The darkness around me envelopes me, and I can only see in front of me.

The bright light emitted by the mobile phone gave me hope of life. Looking at the white wall in front of me, I suddenly felt that something was not right.

Stretching out my hand, I knocked on the white wall in front of me, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered. The wall was solid.

My eyes fell back on the phone screen, and the constantly beating numbers on it became the last straw for me. At this moment, the numbers on the screen flashed.

It's midnight.

Lifting my legs, I stepped heavily on the stairs and walked up. When I walked to the stairs again, I glanced at the wall. The scene in front of me was completely beyond my understanding. Because, the pictures on the wall

The numbers show that this is the fourth underground floor.

Staring at the wall, I suddenly felt that those numbers were indescribably weird. Because, unlike the floor numbers I had seen before, the numbers in front of me now were written with red paint, and the whole number was crooked.

It's like a baby who has just learned to hold a paintbrush scribbling carelessly. The numbers on the negative one to negative three floors that I saw before were all neatly painted with white paint.

Without stopping for too long, I hurriedly ran upstairs, and the result was as I expected, minus five floors... minus six floors... minus ten floors, minus fifteen floors.

As I continued to walk up, the numbers on the wall showed that I was going down, which I had never encountered before. A sense of horror swept through my brain, and I only felt my body shaking slightly. Slowly

Slowly, when I walked up the last staircase, the number on the wall also changed to minus eighteen.

Eighteen levels underground, in traditional mythology, are used to describe the eighteen levels of hell. At this moment, I stood in front of the stairwell door, and the sentence in the email kept popping up in my mind: bloody evidence of guilt, just
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