The creaking sound of the rusty sling, the stuffy air that is completely uncirculated, the cramped and crowded, and the entangled feeling of weightlessness.

In a bad environment where all the above gathers, there are still people who want to smoke.

Zheng Luozhu raised his hand and tapped the backpack that was pressed against his chest, reminding him: "In public places, pay attention to quality."

The owner of the backpack turned around with difficulty. He was a middle-aged man with a low figure, strong and dark skin. Before he could even lit his cigarette roll, he held it in his mouth casually. His eyes passed over Zheng Luozhu's shoulders, glanced at the man standing deeper in the elevator, and teased Zheng Luozhu: "Your boss didn't even say anything, why are you anxious?"

When the boss really waited for his words, he would cry at the end of the month when he looked at his salary account.

"Zhang Quan." Zheng Luozhu's voice was a little deeper, not really angry, but it contained a warning. He was twenty-eight years old, his slender body was full of strength, and his simple and neat buzz cut was like a lively thug next to his boss.

Zhang Quan was not prepared to have a conflict with anyone in such an elevator that was on the verge of overload, but it was a long way to go down, so it would be no exaggeration to have some fun.

Half of the cigarette was knocked out from the cigarette box with one hand. He simply stretched his arms over Zheng Luozhu and handed it directly to the tall man: "Boss Fan, come one?"

Zheng Luozhu didn't expect that the other party was so bored. She was slowing down a bit. When she wanted to stop her, her boss had already taken the half of the cracked out along with the cigarette box: "Thank you."

Fan Peiyang is half a head taller than Zheng Luozhu. He has a angular face, which is heroic, but too cold. Since entering the elevator three minutes ago, he has been standing in the depths of the car in a black coat, silent but with an unquestionable momentum, like an indestructible fortress that may reveal a dark muzzle at any time, and raises the oppression in the car to its peak with his own strength.

Now, the fort said thank you and confiscated the cigarettes.

Zhang Quan watched the other party calmly put a whole box of cigarettes into his coat pocket and was shocked by the operation. The key was that Fan Peiyang was too natural, so he naturally had the illusion that he was also working for the other party.

Zheng Luozhu is used to this. His boss has this natural leadership temperament and can create a psychedelic atmosphere of "all people in the world are my employees" anytime and anywhere.

The car paused without warning, as if the sling was stuck with something. The crowd, which was squeezed and airtight, seemed to be a can, and suddenly shook in the same direction.

This sudden change made everyone feel nervous and nervous.

But nothing happened.

After a few seconds, the sling passed the lag and continued to squeak.

Everyone observed for more than ten seconds, until the shaking car gradually stabilized, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The car became noisy, and everyone was moving, tidying up their clothes or adjusting their backpacks. Only Fan Peiyang turned around and looked around at the first time.

Standing deep in the car with him, there was a man who was about the same height as Zheng Luozhu, but he was very thin, with a light body with a narrow waist and long legs. Fan Peiyang, who was also wearing a coat and a black coat, was taller and taller, while he was wearing a light camel coat.

He didn't notice that Fan Peiyang was watching him, and even the sudden shaking just now did not distract him. From beginning to end, he lowered his head and focused on studying the owl pattern on his arm.

Fan Peiyang withdrew his gaze without a trace, and the slight waves in his eyes returned to calm silently.

The elevator continued to go down, but there was a slight tremor than before the stutter. The tremor was transmitted to the soles of the feet through the car floor and then to the limbs and bones, as if it was electric current, which made people very annoying.

"Is this elevator OK?" A strong man of thirty-seven or eight years old, thirty-seven years old, who was squeezing shoulder to shoulder with Zheng Luozhu, moved his burly body with a burly muscle, like a large beast stuffed in a low cage, anxious and irritable.

His movement led to the entire elevator.

The first person to be affected was Zheng Luozhu, who was rubbed and twisted his shoulders, and his arms were so sore that they were hit by a brick for no reason.

Then the young man who was suffering was the young man standing in front of the strong man. His backpack was placed in front of the strong man. The strong man moved, shaved his backpack and moved. When the backpack moved, he took him to the side as well.

Unlike Zheng Luozhu's tolerance, the young man turned around and complained: "Lao Ge, what are you trying to twist? I don't know how much influence you have?"

He is wearing a trendy sweatshirt with a bit of bad temper.

Zheng Luozhu wanted to high-five with him from the air.

Geshaping is majestic and burly, with large arms and round waists. It must have a height and width. It stands in the middle of the elevator like a mountain. When the mountain moves, the serious elevator will sway, let alone the current inappropriate one.

Ge Shaping had a thick skin and a thick flesh, and had no difference in defense of complaints. She was even quite happy that someone finally talked to him and quickly hit the snake and put it on the stick: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Li, have you noticed anything?"

Yu Fei, also known as the trendy sweatshirt, weighed each other's weight difference, resisted the urge to violently correct the nickname, and pulled the corner of his mouth: "No."

Li Zhan, who was standing on his right, turned around and added: "We tried one by one, and no floor buttons responded."

Both of them are twenty-four or five years old, but unlike Yu Fei's Zhang Yang, Li Zhan is fair and gentle, like a college student who is still studying.

Yu Fei and Li Zhan stood side by side on the right side of the car door. Starting from the elevator, they were studying the rows of floor buttons in front of them. Unfortunately, there was no result.

Ge Shaping was a little disappointed, and then, the disappointment aggravated his heart's incomprehension.

An elevator that automatically goes down without pressing the floor button is really insecure. But when the elevator has been down for more than four minutes and there is no sign of stopping, it becomes worse and worse.

The brief exchange ended, and no one spoke in the elevator. The air seemed to be more stuffy, and the restlessness grew in the silent depression, like vines, tied the already crowded car even more breathable.

Ge Shaping couldn't stand it anymore. Now he was like he was buried alive, with restrictions on both front, back, left and right, and only his neck could move.

After moving twice, his eyes accidentally fell on the display screen above the floor button. Just like when they first entered the elevator, there was only one owl pattern on the cold screen, which was the same as the style on their arms and the same lineage.

【Oh, there are quite a lot of people this time!】

Fuck, the owl talked.

The sudden banter and mechanical sound broke the nerves of the seven people in the elevator. Even though I had heard it many times, a sneak attack suddenly came, it was very fatal.

Li Zhan, who was closest to the sound source, was shocked all over. Yu Fei cursed directly. Ge Shaping and Zheng Luozhu all acted in defensive postures, while Fan Peiyang and the thin man beside him looked up at the same time and locked the display screen. The difference is that the former squinted his eyes calmly, with danger calmly; the latter raised his eyebrows with interest, full of expectation and curiosity.

Zhang Quan's reaction was different from the six people in the elevator. It was both fast and cruel. In the flash of lightning, he had already tightened a dagger in his hand.

The cold white lights of the elevator hit the blade, making the chilling sound terrifying.

The already stagnant air completely frozen, and the owl shut up. The whole car was as quiet as death, leaving only the rough movement of the sling and the buzzing tremor of the cabin.

I don’t know how long it took, but the strange mechanical sound that had been around for a long time was like a group hallucination.

Yu Fei turned his head and glanced at Zhang Quan with a smile or not, breaking the tranquility.

"Tsk, you're moving fast enough." After praising him, he raised his chin gently to the other side of the display screen and continued to ask, "I just don't know if this knife is prepared for it or for us."

Zhang Quan was not afraid of him, just a little embarrassed. His body was slightly loose, and his tight and high alert was eased with the passage of time, but his posture did not change, and he was still holding a dagger and still able to fight at any time.

Yu Fei's brows gradually frowned, and his eyes became cloudy.

Ge Shaping didn't want to be buried alive here, and there was an internal fight. He tried hard to lift his arm up and slapped Zhang Quan's backpack. His loud and cheerful voice was filled with a smile: "Lao Zhang, you are too nervous, and it's not really dead here. Just treat it as a game and relax."

"It's not dead, but it's enough to hurt someone." Zhang Quan curled his lips with lingering fear as if he had recalled something. However, he also realized that he had made a big deal and slowly put away his preparations. Only the knife was left. Obviously, there was something in his hand that could make him feel more at ease.

But some people don't like it.

Yu Fei's lack of patience had been exhausted. He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. Just as he was about to take action, a gentle voice came from the depths of the elevator.

"Retract the knife."

Fan Peiyang's voice was faint and his eyes were also faint, which at first glance seemed like a good advice.

Ge Shaping stood in the middle of the elevator like Zheng Luozhu, becoming a natural barrier between Fan Peiyang in the rear and Zhang Quan in the front, but now, he decided to squeeze in and persuade him well. Anyone who is not a fool can hear the danger in that tone.

Zhang Quan was stunned, but he didn't expect Fan Peiyang to speak.

Unlike Yu Fei's young and vigorous provocation, Fan Peiyang brought that invisible oppression. He could deal with the former calmly, but unconsciously wait for the latter.

The inner fluctuations did not show any signs on Zhang Quan's face. He was not an ordinary person if he could come here, and he was even in a slight breath of cigarettes before.

Thinking of this, Zhang Quan raised his arms again, his wrist trembled, and the dagger turned around in his palm like a playful look. He held it again. He raised his eyebrows at Fan Peiyang and sneered: "What, do you think of yourself as my boss?"

Fan Peiyang looked at him quietly, without any fluctuation in his eyes: "You are not qualified to be my employee."

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth.

It was this attitude. What he couldn't stand the most was the other party's attitude of contempt and the effect of hatred was simply one solar system higher than Yu Fei.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the noise of the sling running has become smaller and the tremor is weakening. The stability of the elevator seems to have some secret relationship between the increase and decrease of the atmosphere in the car. The more unstable, the more harmonious, the smoother, and the more tense it is.

One in front and one behind, the two people confront each other across the air, and it was not appropriate to say that the confrontation was more like Zhang Quan unilaterally showing his sharp claws, while Fan Peiyang was still calm and quiet.

No one meddled with other people's business, and even Yu Fei was in good condition and looked lively.

Zheng Luozhu wanted to beat Zhang Quan to death: "Hurry up and put it in. With the population density in this elevator, you can poke a bunch of them if you miss it."

There is a natural and natural familiarity in his tone, which makes people feel less like warnings, and more like a joke between friends.

Zhang Quan felt a little more comfortable and wanted to put away his knife, but he found it difficult to get off the tiger.

If you accept it, it means admitting to Fan Peiyang and not accepting it. The scene may not be good if the stalemate continues.

[If I were you, I would be honest and obedient!]

The culprit who had pretended to be dead for a long time spoke again.

It's obviously just a flat pattern, but I have to be cute on the screen with my head tilted.

[Zhang Quan, intelligence d, physical strength b, attack power b, defense power a, comprehensive hazard level b...]

No one asked a question, it started the data release on its own.

[Zheng Luozhu, intelligence b, physical strength a, attack power c, defense power a, comprehensive hazard level b...]

[Zhang Quan, you have no chance of winning if you fight alone...]

The amount of information comes too much and too fast, and everyone is overwhelmed. What level? How to evaluate it? What is the basis? Why should it be announced here? Is it necessary to get the level? Or is it a conspiracy trap...

One question after another surged, but the two parties involved couldn't think of so much.

Zhang Quan opened his mouth slightly, his expression was hurt, and he had no chance of winning, but the main reason was that "intellectual D" had a big blow.

Zheng Luozhu couldn't be happy either. He needed an explanation for how "attack power c" came about.

The owl is not that understanding and still flies on his own thinking—

[The new level is very dangerous, so you must have a correct understanding of your combat effectiveness. I am a good person to do it to the end and will help you evaluate it one by one... Gugu...]

The elevator is still descending, as if it will never reach the end.
To be continued...