A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

Qin Ruoxue stared at her phone screen for a full ten seconds.

Chen Bufan only replied with two sentences.

Don't come to the office tonight.

People will die.

She sat in the back seat of the black Maybach, looking out at the streets of Haicheng in the early morning. She stared at those two sentences, her fingertips pressing against the edge of her phone until they turned white.

The streetlights receded one by one.

The warm yellow light was stretched into long lines, breaking intermittently on the glass.

The back seat was spacious, and the leather seats still retained the warmth from the afternoon's heating, but Qin Ruoxue felt a chill on the back of her neck.

Her pale face was reflected in the glass.

Twenty-eight years old.

Executive President of Qin's Group.

She'd been in charge of the company for four years, and the contracts she handled were stacked higher than she was. She'd seen rivals slam their fists on the table and hurl insults during negotiations, she'd seen bank presidents tell her to her face, "Your Qin Group won't survive the next quarter," and she'd even seen the old men on the board gang up on her to force her to sign a share transfer agreement. When had she ever backed down?

But this was the first time she had ever seen someone like Chen Bufan, who said "people will die" just from a photo of an office, and the first time she had ever faced something so mysterious.

It has no opponents, no terms, no room for negotiation. It is simply a conclusion.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, knowing her temperament, but still couldn't help asking a question.

"Mr. Qin, shall we return to the mansion?"

Qin Ruoxue did not answer immediately.

She tapped her phone screen lightly with her fingertip.

She opened the dialog box, and the cursor blinked repeatedly in the input field.

I typed a section, then deleted it.

Shen Qingyue spoke very seriously on the phone earlier.

"Ruoxue, I know you don't believe in these things."

"I didn't believe it before either."

"But Mr. Chen is different."

"He said don't go, and you'd better really not go."

Qin Ruoxue closed her eyes.

Do not believe?

Of course she didn't believe it.

In the past few years, she was able to sit in the position of CEO of Qin's Group not because of incense offerings, gods or Buddhas, or so-called fate.

It relies on the contract.

It's cash flow.

It's a personnel adjustment.

It's a project breakdown.

She won it all, one hard battle after another.

Qin has recently encountered some strange incidents, which she has admitted are bizarre.

The Chengnan project has defaulted.

The vice president was in a car accident.

Financial shortfall.

An employee jumped to his death.

One after another.

But she prefers to believe that someone on the inside is setting a trap.

Someone wants to remove her from her position as CEO.

It's not a stone, a potted plant, or an office photo that can determine a person's life or death.

Qin Ruoxue clicked on Chen Bufan's profile picture again.

After hesitating for two seconds, I sent a message.

Mr. Chen, I don't mean to disrespect you.

But I need evidence.

Chen Bufan did not reply.

Qin Ruoxue waited for a while, then her gaze slowly turned cold.

She didn't like this feeling.

It feels like the initiative has been taken away by someone else.

She placed her phone face down on her lap, looked up, and said:

"Go to the company."

The driver paused for a moment.

"Now?"

"Um."

"But Mr. Qin, it's almost eleven o'clock."

Qin Ruoxue didn't want to say more.

"I left a document in the office."

The driver didn't ask any more questions, turned the steering wheel, and drove the car towards the Qin's Building.

Twenty minutes later.

The Maybach was parked downstairs at the Qin Group building.

Only a few floors of the entire building had lights on.

A night breeze swept across the square, and the ropes on the flagpole gently bumped against the metal pole.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the dead of night.

Each sound was like someone flicking a fingernail next to her ear.

Qin Ruoxue got out of the car.

The hem of the long black trench coat was lifted by the wind and then fell back down.

She looked up at the nineteenth floor.

That's her office.

Last night, that employee jumped from the nineteenth floor.

The glass exterior has been cleaned.

But Qin Ruoxue could still recall that pool of blood.

The driver whispered:

"Mr. Qin, would you like me to accompany you upstairs?"

"Need not."

Qin Ruoxue carried her handbag, her leather shoes making a crisp sound as they stepped on the paving stones.

"Just grab a document and come down. You wait here."

The lobby was deserted. The marble floor was polished to a shine, and most of the crystal chandeliers overhead were off, leaving only a few rows of spotlights emitting a pale, cold light.

There was no one at the front desk.

The security room was lit. Qin Ruoxue glanced through the glass window and saw the security guard on duty slumped over the table, his face buried in his arms, as if he were fast asleep.

She went over and knocked on the glass twice, but there was no response from inside.

Qin Ruoxue frowned.

She didn't like this relaxed atmosphere.

The administration department should be replaced tomorrow.

She swiped her card to enter the gate.

The stainless steel railing snapped open with a "click," the sound echoing twice in the empty lobby.

High heels clattered on the marble floor.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

The elevator doors were open, and the lights inside the car were a stark white, almost blinding.

Qin Ruoxue stood in front of the elevator and suddenly remembered Chen Bufan's words.

Don't go to the office tonight.

—People will die.

She paused for a second.

He then gave a cold laugh.

Could a single text message be enough to scare her away?

Despite all that has happened recently, it doesn't change the fact that she is a staunch materialist.

If she doesn't even dare to enter her own company, then she has truly lost.

She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the nineteenth floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

The numbers started jumping.

1.

2.

3.

4.

everything is normal.

The interior walls of the elevator car were made of stainless steel mirrors, reflecting her own pale face.

The GG screen in the corner was already black, and the emergency phone hung on the right side of the inner wall, its red button slightly dim under the light.

Qin Ruoxue leaned against the elevator wall, took out her phone, and prepared to send a message to her secretary.

But just as the elevator reached the eighth floor...

The light suddenly flickered.

Snapped.

Qin Ruoxue looked up.

The elevator ceiling lights have been restored to normal.

She frowned slightly, and before she could react, the floor numbers suddenly started jumping around randomly.

8.

12.

5.

17.

3.

Then, all the buttons lit up at the same time.

Red.

White.

Yellow.

Rows of lights flashed wildly.

The elevator car jolted violently.

Qin Ruoxue swayed and her back slammed against the cold elevator wall.

I almost dropped my phone.

"What happened?"

She immediately pressed the emergency call button.

no respond.

Only a piercing electrical hum could be heard.

Nourishes—

zizi——

The elevator began to fall.

This is not a normal decline.

It's that kind of sudden weightlessness and falling.

Qin Ruoxue's expression finally changed.

She grabbed the handrail and quickly pressed the door open button with her other hand.

Useless.

Press the alarm bell.

Useless.

Press the button on the 19th floor.

Useless.

All the floor lights are flashing.

The elevator car jolted violently, as if a hand had gripped the steel cable from the top and pulled it downwards.

Qin Ruoxue swayed, her back slamming against the cold stainless steel wall with a thud.

The phone slipped from her hand, flipped in the air, and landed at her feet.

She didn't bother to pick it up; she grabbed the side handrail with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the tension.

Her knee slammed against the wall of the elevator car, causing her to groan in pain.

She forced herself to calm down.

Take out your phone.

Contact the property management company first.

No signal.

Hit the driver again.

No service.

For the first time, Qin Ruoxue's hands felt a little cold.

The elevator walls seemed to be enveloped in a chilling atmosphere.

In the enclosed space, she heard a faint rubbing sound coming from above her head.

creak.

creak.

Like a steel cable being pulled.

Qin Ruoxue stared at her phone, and Chen Bufan's name suddenly popped into her mind.

She didn't want to fight.

At least a minute ago, she thought it was absurd.

But when the elevator plummeted again, she could no longer care about rationality, assertiveness, or the dignity of being the president of the Qin Group.

She opened Chen Bufan's phone and dialed the number.

This time, the signal actually worked.

beep.

It rang only once before the other end answered.

Chen Bufan's voice came through.

Very peaceful.

"You've joined the company?"

Qin Ruoxue tightened her grip on her phone.

She heard her voice sound a little hoarse.

"The elevator is malfunctioning."

"I'm trapped inside."

Chen Bufan did not ask her why she wouldn't listen.

There was no mockery of her.

Just say:

Which floor?

Qin Ruoxue looked at the floor display.

The numbers are still jumping around randomly.

"I have no idea."

"The floor light is broken."

"The elevator is moving erratically."

Chen Bufan's voice turned deep.

"Now listen to me."

Qin Ruoxue gritted her teeth.

"you say."

"Hold the third floor down."

Qin Ruoxue was taken aback.

"What?"

"Hold the third floor down."

Chen Bufan said, word by word:

"Don't press the first floor button."

Qin Ruoxue looked at the button panel.

The button on the third floor is flashing.

The buttons on the first floor are also flashing.

Moreover, the first floor is the brightest.

She instinctively wanted to press the button for the first floor.

After getting out of the elevator, you should go to the first floor.

This is the first reaction of a normal person.

But Chen Bufan said, "Don't press the first floor button."

The elevator shook violently again.

boom!

Qin Ruoxue's shoulder hit the wall, and the pain made her vision go black.

Chen Bufan's voice came from the phone.

"Qin Ruoxue".

"If you want to live, press the button for the third floor."

This sound wasn't loud.

But it was like a needle, piercing through all her hesitation.

Qin Ruoxue reached out and pressed down hard on the third floor.

The button was frighteningly cold.

The moment she pressed the button, all the randomly flashing floor lights in the elevator suddenly went out at the same time.

The darkness lasted only a second.

The next second, the button on the third floor lit up.

The red light is very stable.

The elevator car shook violently.

It felt like something was tugging at it unwillingly.

Qin Ruoxue gripped the handrail tightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.

"Mr. Chen..."

Her voice trembled.

Chen Bufan said:

"Don't let go."

Qin Ruoxue pressed the button for the third floor, but dared not release it.

The elevator began to descend.

This time, the speed was slower.

But the creaking sound overhead grew louder and louder.

It felt like steel cables were violently rubbing together inside an elevator shaft.

Qin Ruoxue could hear her own heartbeat.

a bit.

a bit.

It hit my chest and made it hurt.

Ding.

The elevator finally stopped.

Third floor.

The door opened a crack.

The corridor lights shone in from outside.

Qin Ruoxue rushed out almost immediately.

She had just stepped out of the elevator when the elevator doors suddenly slammed shut behind her.

boom!

next second.

boom--!

A loud bang came from deep within the elevator shaft on the first floor.

The entire building seemed to tremble.

The lights in the third-floor corridor flickered simultaneously.

Qin Ruoxue leaned against the wall, her face pale and her ears ringing.

That sound wasn't a typical malfunction.

It looked like something heavy had fallen from a great height.

She slowly turned her head and looked at the closed elevator doors.

My palms were covered in cold sweat.

If she just pressed the button for the first floor.

If she hadn't listened to Chen Bufan.

If she had come out a few seconds later.

She's the one who's been crushed to the bottom of the elevator shaft.

The call hadn't ended yet.

Chen Bufan's voice came from inside.

"Are you out?"

Qin Ruoxue's throat tightened.

"They're out."

"Which floor?"

"Third floor."

"Don't take the stairs."

Qin Ruoxue was about to ask why.

At the end of the corridor, the door to the emergency exit suddenly opened a crack by itself.

squeak-

A cold wind blew out from inside.

It was pitch black behind the door.

It's like someone is standing there.

Qin Ruoxue felt half of her blood run cold.

Chen Bufan's voice came from the phone.

"Stand still."

Don't go over there.

Qin Ruoxue gripped her phone tightly, her voice trembling.

"Mr. Chen."

"There...it looks like someone's there."