Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    The company is located on the fifteenth floor. Although it is very tiring to climb the stairs, the two of them will not be stupid enough to take the elevator at this time.

    The two came to the escape stairs, opened the door, and found that the corridor was dark, only the green "escape channel" light sign was on. They ate cookies here at noon, when the sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the entire staircase was brightly lit, without a hint of gloom.

    And now it looks like a haunted house.

    In the darkness, there was something rustling on the stairs, like a snake swimming in the sand, which sounded strangely uncomfortable.

    The two looked at each other without hesitation, but took out a flashlight and illuminated the stairs.

      Only then did the two see clearly that something was really crawling on the floor of the corridor.

    —it's hair.

    The strands of hair, thick or thin, twisted and twisted on the ground like a black snake. The hair was lit by a flashlight, as if it had been stimulated by something, and they all ducked to the side.

    "Fortunately, I'm afraid of light." Honeysuckle took a flashlight and took a picture under the stairs. The stairs circled one after another, with no end in sight. It made him uncomfortable.

    Lian Joe came to him. The corridor door behind him made a heavy creaking sound, and then closed heavily.

    The two of them couldn't help but look back, feeling like they were locked up here.

    "This glass looks fake." Lian Qiao pointed the flashlight at the window glass, but the light beam of the strong flashlight could not penetrate the thin layer of glass, and the glass was still black. Yes, I can't see what's going on outside.

    He took a picture of the corridor. The stairs leading up were also empty, with no end in sight. Lian Qiao frowned and murmured, "How many floors are there in this building?"

    "The 30th floor, we are in the middle." Ren Dong sighed: "I knew this, I should have found a company with a lower floor when I graduated..."

    Lian Qiao laughed: "Don't think so much, let's go."

    "Hmm."

    The two of them held the flashlight in one hand and the weapon in the other, and walked downstairs side by side.

      The two looked back from time to time to be alert for any changes behind them. However, apart from the hair on the ground huddled in the corner of the wall, there is nothing abnormal so far.

    "This is not a long-haired aunt." Honeysuckle suddenly felt a little funny.

    "It's disgusting to live, and it's even more disgusting to die." Lian Qiao said lightly.

    Lintong suddenly remembered that he still had the knife wound on his back, and his eyes were a little pity: "How is your back injury?"

     "It's not a big problem, it won't affect the activity." Lian Qiao knew that he felt sorry for him, so he smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry. Anyway, there is only one hour left, even if the wound opens, it doesn't matter. Just wait until you get out."

    "Hmm..." Although Honeysuckle answered, she couldn't let go of her worries.

    The hair on the ground was afraid of light, so when the flashlight hit them, they twisted and fled to the corner, curled up into a ball. It doesn't look lethal, but it would be bad without a flashlight.

    Honeysuckle couldn't help but recall the scene in the "Five Zang Temple" copy where he was torn apart by vines in the dark forest. He was terrified of such things. However, he was afraid of what would come. The further down he went, the more hair on the ground. By the end, it was almost impossible to settle down.

    Although the hair is afraid of light, the number of hair is huge, so the flashlight shines on it, and the hair is crowded with each other, and no one can escape.

    Under the stimulation of the light, countless hairs twisted wildly, like a mosaic of activities. Honeysuckle walked cautiously, always feeling that the next step was going to step on her hair. He had to concentrate the light near his feet to avoid getting caught in the hair.

    "Wait, it's not quite right." Just when Ren Dong focused on his feet, Lian Qiao suddenly stopped.

    "What?" Honeysuckle looked at him, saw him turn to his side, and turned the flashlight downstairs to take a picture.

     Both of them were shocked by this photo.

    I saw that the corridor was completely filled with hair! Thick black hair surged on the corridor like a tide, blocking the corridor tightly. It is impossible to go any further.

    Except through the middle of the hair!

    Honeysuckle imagined the feel of her hair sliding across her body, and she couldn't help feeling nauseated.

    "..." Lian Qiao was silent for a moment, then took out a lighter from his backpack, "burn it?"

    Honeysuckle looked at the hair entrenched around the two of them, and smiled bitterly: "If it can burn, I'm afraid it will really turn into a fire."

    Before they entered the company in the morning, even Qiao said madly, "If there is a fire, there is no place to run." This is good, FLAG is completely recycled.

    "Not necessarily. They are afraid of light, they should be more afraid of fire, I guess I will avoid it." Lian Qiao said and walked towards the ocean-like hair downstairs.

    Honeysuckle felt inexplicably uneasy, he subconsciously pulled Lian Qiao: "Wait, don't go yet."

    Lian Qiao: "What's wrong?"

    Honeysuckle looked upstairs, frowned and said, "How many floors have we walked?"

    Lian Qiao was stunned for a moment, but also showed a thoughtful look. After a while, he hesitated and said, "...Fifteen?"

    Honeysuckle shook her head: "I'm afraid it won't stop." He glanced at the time, "We left the company at nine o'clock, and we can go down a floor almost every minute, but now it's half past nine..."

    Lian Qiao's expression changed slightly: "It's half past nine? Time flies so fast?"

    "Probably our attention is too concentrated, so we don't feel the passage of time." Honeysuckle stared at the dense hair under the corridor, frowned and said, "So... we may have left It's more than fifteen floors..."

    When he said this, even Joe noticed his body's exhaustion. In terms of his physical fitness, the next fifteen floors is not a problem. But now his legs are a little weak, and even his muscles are shaking.

    In fact, at the very beginning, he also went downstairs while secretly counting the number of floors. But there were more and more hairs at his feet, and he forgot when he counted them.

    How many floors did they go down before they knew it?

    Lian Qiao looked around, trying to find the floor number. Honeysuckle was wary of the hair below, and at the same time flashed a flashlight on the wall, looking for it with him.

    However, the corridor number originally posted at the exit of each floor has disappeared.

    "Endless stairs?" Lian Qiao narrowed her eyes, "Then these hairs..."

     Honeysuckle smiled bitterly: "Maybe this is the trick of the long-haired aunt?"

    The long-haired aunt was very thoughtful, and she was full of bad water when she was a human being.

    Before he finished speaking, Ren Dong's face suddenly changed!

     Before even Qiao could react, she saw Honeysuckle instantly lose her balance and fall down the stairs! Lian Qiao was startled, and subconsciously reached out to grab it, only grabbing at the collar in a hurry. Only then did I realize that something was dragging Honeysuckle down!

    I just heard the bang bang, something rolled down the stairs. Lian Qiao's eyes moved down, only to realize that the dark hair in the corner had somehow climbed up on Ren Dong's ankle, and entangled him!

    Honeysuckle bit her lip: "The flashlight fell off!"

    "It's all right! Hold me tight!" Lian Qiao dragged him desperately with one hand and reached the handrail of the stairs close to Chi Chi with the other.

    Both of Honeysuckle's ankles were entangled in hair, and half of her body gradually vacated, showing how strong the hair was pulling him. And Lian Qiao stood on the stairs, his center of gravity was unstable, and he would be taken down if he was not careful. When the time comes, the two of them will fall into the black tide-like hair together, and they will definitely die on the spot!

    Seeing more and more black hair wrapped around Honeysuckle's ankle, and the black hair is still tightening little by little, it has drawn a little bloodshot from Honeysuckle's ankle. Lian Qiao gritted his teeth, and with a violent force, he dragged Honeysuckle back ten centimeters abruptly.

    Honeysuckle is also quick-witted, so I took this opportunity to grab the handrail. Now there's finally a point of support. Although the hair at the back is still afraid of him, at least he won't fall into the pile of hair immediately.

    "Hold on!" Lian Qiao shouted, quickly took out a bottle of transparent liquid from his backpack, lit the lighter, and threw it directly into the pile of hair.

    It was a specially made windproof lighter, so even though it swirled a few times in mid-air, the flame did not go out. It's just that that little flame is too small in the black tide-like pile of hair, and it is about to be swallowed by the hair.

    At this moment, Lian Qiao unscrewed the bottle in his hand, slammed it, and poured it straight towards the flames!

    I just heard a crackling sound, and the flame actually followed the liquid parabola and burned up at once!

    It's alcohol!

    "Ah ah ah ah!" The woman screamed in great pain from the pile of hair. The long black hair twisted frantically, and the hair on Xu Rendong's ankles was also scorched, and the flames climbed directly onto the pants of Rendong.

    This time, the honeysuckle is liberated. He suddenly fell from the air, but without even a groan, he quickly got up from the ground.

    "Run!" Lian Qiao grabbed Honeysuckle's arm and started running up!

    Honeysuckle listened to the crackling sound of burning behind and the woman screaming, without turning her head, she followed Lian Qiao Duolu and ran wildly. The wound on the ankle was painful, and every step was like running on the tip of a knife. Xu Rendong bit his lip and strode desperately, not wanting to drag Lian Qiao down.

    Hair is flammable, and with the help of alcohol, the fire spreads all at once. The thick black hair was constantly struggling and twisting in the flames, and the flames were mixed with the shrill screams of the woman.

    The screams echoed throughout the corridor, piercing the eardrums. The two ran up desperately, but they always felt that the screams were in their ears.

    The fire below began to emit thick smoke, the fire was getting brighter and the surrounding air was getting hotter. The more they ran, the more strenuous they were. Not only did they consume a lot of physical strength when going upstairs, but the fire was also consuming the oxygen in the corridor, making the two of them, who were already deprived of oxygen due to strenuous exercise, even more dizzy.

    Honeysuckle ran with weak legs, after all, a lot of physical consumption caused too much burden on the body, honeysuckle soon could not breathe, the lung tube hurt like it was about to split, every breath took a breath It's all scorching hot air, making his life worse than death.

    He only felt that his feet were weak, and every step he stepped on was soft.

    Lian Qiao, who was close at hand, was obviously exhausted. His chest heaved violently, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he had no time to speak. But still holding Ren Dong's hand tightly, trying to pull him.

    No! Can't drag even Joe down!

    As soon as she thought about it, Honeysuckle took a deep breath and forced out her strength from the depths of her body.

    However, as he ran, he felt more and more wrong.

    The touch underfoot is amazingly soft, like...like stepping on human skin...

    Honeysuckle lowered her head subconsciously, and she couldn't help but be shocked!

    I saw the floor tiles under the feet of the two of them, and before they knew it, they had changed! From the original white tiles to dark yellow, stepping on it is terribly soft, and the texture is as soft as human skin! even-

    There is even a scar on the stairs!

    Honeysuckle was horrified, and could not help but exclaimed: "Lian Qiao... Lian Qiao! There is a face on the ground!"

    "Don't worry about it—uh!" Before even Qiao finished speaking, the whole person jumped forward suddenly!

    Honeysuckle turned pale in shock and subconsciously grabbed his arm. Lian Qiao has not stabilized his body, and the watermelon knife in his hand has been swung away. I only heard a dull sound of "pop", and I don't know what was hit.

     Honeysuckle hurriedly pulled Lian Qiao back. Lian Qiao stood firm and took a flashlight to take a picture. Immediately shocked.

    I saw two legs standing on the top of the stairs.

    The two legs stood so abruptly at the entrance of the stairs, empty from the waist up. At this time, Lian Qiao had been slashed by Lian Qiao on the thigh, and he was gurgling blood. Even the bones are clearly visible where they are broken.

    Lian Qiao narrowed her eyes and seemed to want to go up and give it another knife, but Ren Dong suddenly exclaimed: "Lian Qiao! Look up!"

     Even Joe raised his head, his face changed instantly.

    Many pairs of eyes appeared on the ceiling! Those eyes are more than ten centimeters in size, and they are upside down on the ceiling like a washbasin. All the eyes are pitch black, the pupils are dilated to the edge, they are clearly dead eyes!

    What's more terrifying is that those eyes move. As if looking at a joke coldly, slowly - blink, blink.

    "..." Even if he was as calm as even Joe, he couldn't say "leave it alone" at this time. He gritted his teeth, cut off a clump of hair that was chasing after him, turned his head, and his voice trembled slightly, "What time is it?"

    Honeysuckle glanced at the time: "...9:45."

    Lian Qiao looked up and down the stairs. No exit, no exit anywhere. Some are just weird stump organs, and rustling hair that keeps climbing up the stairs.

    His face was finally filled with despair.

    "You can't get out..." Lian Qiao muttered to himself in a trance.

    Honeysuckle's heart was tight: "What did you say? What do you mean by 'you' can't get out? You..."

    In an instant, countless terrifying thoughts flooded into my mind. Ren Dong didn't have time to think about it, but subconsciously grabbed Lian Qiao's hand and put it on his chest.

    He has a very bad feeling!

    He thought he was going to lose Lian Joe!