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Lin Chuxue stepped across the threshold.

The combat boots landed firmly on the floor of the car.

The heavy metallic echoes crashed back and forth in the cramped space.

Blood Pool howled in front of him, the staff's end biting into the iron plate.

The dark blood-red patterns on the base of the staff emitted a faint glow in the dark environment.

The ear-piercing scraping sound of hinges turning came from behind me.

The two door panels began to clamp together desperately.

Large chunks of old rust peeled off from the top and fell to the ground at his feet.

The last crack in the door was completely closed.

The cold white light was cut off with a single stroke and thrown outside the door.

The elevator car was plunged into absolute darkness.

A harsh, metallic tearing sound came from above.

The main steel cable broke.

Several remaining cables, each as thick as a baby's arm, were whipping wildly against the walls of the well.

Sparks flew everywhere, and debris flew in all directions.

Sparks fell sporadically to the ground through the ventilation grilles on the top of the car.

Lin Chuxue did not reach out to hold onto the bulkhead.

With legs slightly bent and center of gravity lowered, all muscles in his body were taut inside the armor.

The expected feeling of weightlessness during the vertical fall did not occur.

The car floor tilts down to the right front.

The tilt angle was so extreme that I almost slid down the baseboard into the corner.

The pulley has detached from its original track.

The bottom chassis rubbed against an unknown substance, producing a tooth-grinding, sticky squeezing sound.

This elevator car is not a passenger elevator at all.

It is sliding down a huge, downward-sloping intestine.

The angle of rightward tilt is getting larger and larger.

The outer metal sheet of the car was pushed inward by a huge external force.

The once smooth metal wall has been deeply recessed.

The recessed area reveals the outline of some kind of thick tubular object.

Those living creatures clung tightly to the outer shell of the carriage, pulling it deeper into the earth.

The temperature inside the elevator car dropped sharply.

The refrigeration equipment had long been broken; the coldness was due to the environment itself.

Lin Chuxue's breath turned into thick white mist.

The white mist struck the armor's visor, condensing into fine water droplets that slid down the jawline.

The gliding process is long and grueling.

The sound of the churning slime outside gradually subsided.

The bottom of the car crashed heavily onto an extremely hard surface.

The reaction force jolted Lin Chuxue's combat boots off the ground by half an inch.

Once the car has come to a complete stop, the floor is leveled again.

The iron gate in front was being pulled by a huge external force.

The door panel was forcibly torn apart from the center to both sides, completely losing its cushioning effect.

The edges of the broken metal curled outwards, revealing sharp cuts.

The outside light shone back onto the mask.

Lin Chuxue walked out carrying her magic staff.

The soles of the boots stepped over broken metal fragments.

Before us stretched a long, narrow corridor with no forks in the road.

The wainscoting on both sides was painted with a half-person-high layer of cheap green paint.

The green paint surface is decorated with a distorted sun and clouds.

Large patches of paint were peeling off, revealing the yellowed cement wall underneath.

The style of the painting, the brushstrokes, and even the direction of the mold spots in the corners of the walls are exactly the same as those in the rehabilitation room on the sixth basement floor.

Even the frequency of the flickering of the old fluorescent tubes overhead was perfectly synchronized.

A broken-legged wooden horse stood alone in the corner.

The severed front leg was wrapped with three turns of yellowed transparent tape.

The edges of the tape were covered with blackish-gray lint.

Lin Chuxue stopped in her tracks.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

There is no sound of bearings turning in the exhaust fan, nor is there any background noise from current overload.

Too much quietness actually exposes the biggest flaw.

She lifted her combat boots, the soles of which landed on the terrazzo floor tiles.

It feels on the softer side.

There was absolutely no solid, grounded feedback.

The tip of the cane lifted the wooden horse's chest.

The rocking horse flipped over and rolled two meters away.

The four plastic wheels were long gone.

On the exposed base plate, a long string of characters is engraved.

The marks were all made hastily with a sharp tool.

Ward 7 Reset - 002.

There was still some silvery residue left in the grooves of the characters that hadn't been wiped clean.

The underground labyrinth was reading the deepest scenes from her mind.

Use it as a template to print out a cage for trapped animals in real time.

This living maze wants to use the remnants of the past to trap her here.

Lin Chuxue loosened her clenched fingers.

She twirled the Blood Pool Howl in her palm halfway around, then changed to a more comfortable grip.

The bottom of the staff slammed heavily onto the paving stone it had just stepped on.

The metal impact did not produce the expected crisp sound.

The dull echo reverberated in the corridor, only to be quickly absorbed by the walls.

Dark red blood streaks gushed out from the base of the staff.

Blood streaks climbed along the seams of the floor tiles, outlining a network of veins.

It spread to the base of the green-painted wall, brutally seeping into the peeling cracks.

Large areas of the wall surface began to bubble and peel off.

A lump of lime was smashed onto the instep, turning into fine powder.

The disguise beneath the green paint was completely torn off.

There were no red bricks, no cement, and no load-bearing steel bars.

Only layers of interwoven, staggered silver veins.

The blood vessels pulsate extremely rapidly.

Inside the translucent tube, pale, viscous fluid flowed continuously.

The entire corridor was like a massive esophagus made of flesh and blood.

The disguise was torn off, and the maze no longer concealed the murderous intent.

The corridor began to collapse inwards on a large scale at both ends.

The walls undulated as if breathing violently, compressing the air inside.

The cloud painting on the ceiling has cracked open with more than a dozen half-meter-wide cracks.

Countless thick, fleshy tendrils hung down from the slit.

The tips of the fleshy tendrils were covered with murky barbs, from which digestive juices dripped.

Their escape route was completely blocked.

The left and right walls sag towards the middle, compressing the living space to the extreme.

The fleshy whiskers lashed out at Lin Chuxue like a long whip.

It brought with it a strong, fishy stench that hit right in your face.

The terrazzo camouflage on the ground also began to soften, attempting to swallow the combat boots.

Lin Chuxue did not take a single step back.

A pool of blood and wailing sounds lay before him.

The blood-red patterns on the staff detached from the metal surface, hovered in mid-air, and spun at high speed.

The dark red light pierced through the cold white light, turning the surroundings blood red.

The mark was burning hot in my palm.

Dozens of blood-red blades materialized out of thin air and were arranged around his body.

The blood-stained blade slashed out, only to collide head-on with the fleshy tendrils that were being cleaved down.

Chunks of meat flew everywhere.

The barbs were severed at the root, and turbid fluid spurted from the cut surface.

Thick, silver blood vessels were forcibly cut open, and viscous fluid was splattered in the corridor.

The strong, fishy stench overwhelmed everything else.

The severed flesh twisted wildly on the ground, new shoots sprouting from the broken ends, attempting to rejoin itself.

Lin Chuxue's combat boots stepped on a section of the broken stem that was still throbbing.

Press your feet firmly against the ground to propel yourself forward.

The disguised layer of fat was completely crushed.

She didn't leave these things a chance to be reassembled.

With the blood-stained blade leading the way, it tore a gap two people high out of the closed flesh wall.

Amidst the rising blood mist, Lin Chuxue burst out of the corridor.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

The narrow passage disappeared, and the hanging fleshy tendrils vanished.

Facing us was a vast, empty hall that seemed to have no boundaries.

The area is ridiculously large, and it's hard to see the end of it.

Hundreds of pale white shadowless lamps hung overhead.

The light bulb flickered on and off, and the power supply was extremely erratic.

The hall was filled with a pungent odor.

The disinfectant smell is so strong it can scratch your respiratory tract.

It has an inescapable metallic rust smell about it.

That's the distinctive fishy smell of fresh blood after long-term oxidation.

The lobby floor is neatly arranged with hundreds of hospital beds.

The bed frames were all painted a striking pure white.

An empty IV stand hung by the bedside, with the IV tubing dangling to the floor.

Each bed was covered with a perfectly smooth, pale white sheet.

Even the direction of the creases is remarkably consistent.

Lin Chuxue took two steps forward.

The soles of my boots sank into the hall floor.

The sensation underfoot was completely different from before.

The earth's surface is extremely elastic.

The boots sank into the ground, creating a shallow pit two inches deep.

This is not a hard floor covered with terrazzo.

This is a thick layer of fat that has undergone special hardening treatment.

The entire hall is built on the surface of an organ of a giant organism.

Those pure white hospital beds are built on a layer of fat.

Lin Chuxue lowered her center of gravity.

The staff hangs at his side, alert to any possible blind spots.

The spotlight from the operating light shone on the hospital bed in front of us.

Most of the beds were empty, and the sheets were so clean they looked lifeless.

It's located in the very center of the hall, towards the back.

A figure was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

The figure was facing away from this side.

He was very tall with broad shoulders.

He was wearing an ill-fitting blue striped hospital gown.

The loose threads on the hospital gown were exposed to the sun, and the fabric at the shoulder seams had already torn.

The spine swayed gently in a certain rhythm.

The intermittent humming drifted over with the cold air.

The melody had no ups and downs, mechanically repeating the same scale.

There were no lyrics, only the breathy sounds rolling out from deep in the throat.

That was a lullaby that Lin Jianguo used to hum several times every night.