Chapter 57:

Sorry, trapped in the elevator.
Bai Yan's smile was a little stiff. He was still despising the poor acting skills of the extras, but he didn't expect the slaps to come so quickly.
The president deserves to be a man who has survived more than twenty strange stories, and his routine is different every time.
The lights in the elevator went out completely, the buttons also lost light, and I couldn't see my fingers.
But even if there is no light, the scene in the mirror before the lamp goes out is deeply imprinted in Bai Yan's heart.
He knew that at the moment the elevator was full of people, and they were standing beside him, looking at him in the dark.
The sense of weightlessness has been hovering at his feet, Bai Yan was played by the president's anti-routine, and I deeply feel that this time I don't want to explain it to me.
The elevator didn't go up to the third floor for a long time, but the feeling of rising was always there.
Bai Yan took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the front, but the buttons still didn't move, and he didn't even show up to several floors.
Bai Yan suspected that he was trapped in the elevator. He tried to call Ye Shangyu, but unexpectedly couldn't get through.
It seems that the president does not want him to ask for help off the court.
Bai Yan hung up the phone, feeling that he couldn't just wait and die like this.
So, he shot around with a flashlight, but no one was found.
"It's weird... how about people?"
"Didn't you just keep looking at me?"
With light, but no people in sight, Bai Yan didn't feel surprised, but felt a little puzzled.
He yelled twice without getting a response, so he turned around and began to face the mirror straight.
Under the light of the flashlight, his face was miserably pale, even more like a ghost than a ghost.
However, Bai Yan was very familiar with his face, so he was not surprised by himself, but focused on looking at the things next to him in the mirror.
In the mirror, the elevator was still full of people.
Compared with the previous glimpses, there are not a lot of "people" inside.
They were still looking at him with the eyes that they wanted to eat.
Although it was the second time to see this scene, Bai Yan's heart beat faster.
He swallowed and tentatively moved two steps in the elevator.
Unexpectedly, he didn't feel like stepping on someone. As a result, his courage became fat, and he began to wave his arms in the air. Similarly, his palm was slapped for a long time, but no one was hit.
Even if these ghosts have no entities and are worn by him, they will always react a little, right?
But apart from the fierce look in their eyes, they didn't react at all.
"So you are all in the mirror..."
After pondering for a moment, Bai Yan came to this conclusion.
Knowing that these ghosts who wanted to eat him were trapped in the mirror and couldn't get out for the time being, Bai Yan let go and let the evil spirits continue to stare at him: "It's okay. Excuse me, you continue."
Bai Yan waved to the person in the mirror and adjusted his position slightly.
He pressed his back against the wall away from the buttons so that he could see the mirror and the buttons at the same time.
After making adjustments, he remained motionless, just shining ahead with his mobile phone.
It took about five minutes before the elevator finally stopped and the lights that went out suddenly turned on.
With a ding-dong, the elevator door opened.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
"Boom boom, boom boom..."
There was a continuous sound of batting outside the door, and a sweaty athletic man was dribbling the ball on the floor tiles toward the elevator.
"Playing basketball in the elevator?"
Bai Yan looked a little weird and watched the performance of the sweatshirt man quietly.
The elevator room on the third floor is very deserted and not popular at all.
Because it is on the third floor and not far from the first floor, many students don't bother to get on the elevator. The elevator room on the third floor is rarely used. It is not unreasonable for a sports shirt man to play basketball in the elevator room.
However, since he read the strange talk in the forum, then normal things will become abnormal.
There must be something strange in this.
Moreover, just now he stayed in the elevator for a full five minutes before the elevator went up from the second floor to the third floor. Maybe this is no longer the third floor of the real world, but a different-dimensional space.
The most important thing is that he didn't press the third floor, how could the elevator door open by itself?
Sure enough, an accident happened soon.
Under Bai Yan's gaze, after a few shots, the boy missed and failed to control the ball. The basketball rolled over and rolled into the elevator.
"Hey, buddy, do me a favor and kick the ball out!" The boy smiled friendly at Bai Yan: "I just practiced basketball and I'm not familiar with it yet. I'm embarrassed to play outside and practice in the elevator."
"..."
Bai Yan did not speak.
"Man, help?" Seeing that Bai Yan hadn't responded yet, the boy asked hesitantly: "Are you a dumb?"
Hearing this, Bai Yan finally said: "Are we familiar?"
"No." The boy was a little confused, wondering what Bai Yan meant by asking this.
"Then why should I help you?"
The boy chuckled dryly and said dryly: "Don't you just help pick a ball? As for the carelessness?"
After speaking, he looked at Bai Yan expectantly, as if waiting for something.
Bai Yan did not reply to him, nor did he mock him for having hands and feet why he didn't come in and take it by himself.
What if the boy just waited for him to say this, and he really came in after he said it?
Bai Yan hasn't responded, and the boy is also begging to be bored, standing at the elevator door and looking at the ball inside.
Seeing that the boys only said but did not pick up the ball by themselves, Bai Yan affirmed the guess in his heart, let alone ignored the boys.
After a long time, the elevator dinged again and the elevator doors began to close slowly.
At this moment, the boy suddenly inserted his hand into the elevator, let the elevator door open suddenly, and stared at Bai Yan: "You really don't give me the ball?"
Bai Yan looked away and pretended not to see.
"You will regret it!" The boy tore away the gentle illusion, revealing a hideous face.
The boy took his hand out of the door, and as the elevator door slowly closed, Bai Yan vaguely saw that the door was covered with blood.
The grim-faced boy attached to his sweatshirt, collapsed into a pair of burnt bones, and the burnt smell was slightly immersed in the elevator, which was a little intoxicating.
After the elevator door was completely closed, Bai Yan looked down at the basketball rolling to his feet.
The basketball was lying quietly under his feet, nothing unusual.
Looking at the basketball directly, there is no difference, but Bai Yan has experience. He turned his head to the mirror, and there was a ball under his feet in the mirror.
But this ball is not a basketball, but a dead head!
Upon closer inspection, this head still looks familiar. Nothing else... this is clearly his own head!
"My head is gone?"
Bai Yan touched his neck aggressively, and the person in the mirror also touched his neck.
Feeling that his head is still there, Bai Yan thoughtfully: "The man asked me for basketball, in fact, he wanted my head. If I just kicked the basketball out..." Will my head get caught together? He picked it?
Escaped, but Bai Yan looked at the basketball underground, still feeling a little strange.
This basketball represents his head. At that moment, he left the elevator, did he take this basketball or leave it here?
Bai Yan fell into contemplation.
The elevator is still going up, in the narrow square box, the time is incredible.
Bai Yan looked at the mirror and the buttons at the same time, there were always times when he couldn't take care of it at the same time.
In the second half of three minutes, Bai Yan only felt the image in the mirror flash, and the ‘5’ on the button suddenly lit up.
There is a ‘person’ who wants to go to the fifth floor.
Naturally, the button would not light up by itself, Bai Yan immediately turned to look in the mirror, and asked inwardly: "Who did it?"
Of course the ‘person’ in the mirror cannot speak.
They stared at him miserably, their eyes still resentful.
Bai Yan counted them one by one, and there was not a single ghost. Each ghost stood where it was originally standing, and could not see who pressed it.
"No one admitted?"
"Dare to do or not to be, no ghosts have been responsible these years..."
Bai Yan whispered like this, but he secretly figured out whether to get out of the elevator downstairs.
There are 13 floors in the dormitory, which is not a lucky number.
When you enter the elevator, you can always get out. Bai Yan doesn't want to spend the whole night in the elevator.
And when he reached the 13th floor, Guai Tan might not give him a chance to ride again.
After the two-floor change, Bai Yan has a little understanding of this strange story. The strange story of the elevator will have different anomalies on each floor, so the key lies in which floor to go down.
There was a ghost button just now, which is probably a bad signal.
If ghosts are trapped in the mirror, no matter how scary they look, no matter how scary their eyes are, they will not be afraid.
However, if they can get out, then he will have to run away quickly, otherwise he will be crowded with a ghost in an elevator, maybe he will be swallowed by them in a second.
Bai Yan looked at the button in thought. While thinking, the elevator reached the fourth floor.
The elevator door was still open, and Bai Yan immediately looked out the door, but to his surprise, the floor was empty and there was nothing outside.
"Could this layer be the way of life?"
Bai Yan looked at the elevator on the fourth floor, wondering if he would just go out like this.
The ghost in the mirror has a tendency to emerge from the mirror. Even if there is only one ghost, it is not something that a human being can just pass.
There was still a while before the elevator doors closed, Bai Yan did not rush out, but carefully checked the environment outside the door.
The elevator room on the fourth floor was clean everywhere, with no extra debris.
Like other floors, a cyan four is written on the wall of the fourth floor, facing the elevator door.
Bai Yan couldn't see anything abnormal on the fourth floor, and he began to hesitate. He worried that the president was using his mentality to design strange talk. Sometimes once he missed his life, there would be no chance again.
"Invisible to the naked eye, what about a mirror?"
Bai Yan looked back at the mirror and decided that there was nothing unusual in the mirror and he went out.
As before, there is him and ghosts in the mirror, which also reflects part of the outside scene.
In the mirror, there are no ghosts outside, and even the floor numbers on the wall are exactly the same, there is nothing unusual.
That's it, he should go out.
Bai Yan stepped forward, but just after taking a step, he remembered something and stopped suddenly.
The numbers in the mirror should be the opposite of reality. Why are they exactly the same?