Trickster Hunter

Chapter 66 Stairs

"You can let me leave by taking the stairs?" Sun Hang asked again.

No response.

"Then why should I listen to you?"

No response.

"I have a question, are you afraid of me?"

No response.

Sun Hang stopped asking questions and waved the short knife directly, slicing the elevator door open like tofu. But just when he was about to jump down from the elevator shaft, the foot he stepped out retracted.

The steel cable hanging the car could not be seen in the elevator shaft. Instead, there was the same endless darkness as outside the glass curtain wall.

In Sun Hang's subconscious, this kind of darkness is extremely dangerous. Once he falls into it, he may never be able to escape.

"I'm curious, why don't you just use this darkness to swallow me up?" Sun Hang asked again, "Or, you can't control this dark area, so I can only hit it myself?"

The building did not respond to Sun Hang's question, and the display screen next to the elevator door has returned to normal.

Is taking the stairs really the only option?

The entrance and exit of the stairs is in the corner of the elevator room, and there is a green "Safe Exit" sign hanging near the baseboard... As for whether this exit is really safe, that is another matter.

Sun Hang noticed that the door at the entrance and exit of the stairs was locked - logically speaking, such normally closed fire doors are strictly prohibited from being locked, and even door locks are not installed, just to prevent the fire door from being locked when a disaster occurs. For a time, people can escape smoothly...

But then again, since it is in a devious office building, the so-called rationality is naturally nonsense.

The shape of the keyhole on the door felt familiar to Sun Hang. He thought for a while, took out the retro key that had just been exploded from "Bing634" from his pocket, inserted it, and turned it gently.

With a click, the lock opened.

Sun Hang gently pushed open the fire door, and a smell of rotten wood and moldy wood immediately wafted out from the crack in the door.

He found that the corridor behind the door was extremely cramped and narrow, with all-wooden stairs spiraling down, round and round. A few rusty kerosene lamps were fixed on the walls, emitting dim light - corridors and stairs like this should not appear at all in such a modern office building.

"Only the abnormality may be the breaking point...but it is more likely to be a trap set by the opponent." Sun Hang thought in his mind, "But the problem is that we can't get out of trouble by using conventional means. It's better to use the trick and see how tricky it is. What is the plan for the thing to trap himself here..."

Sun Hang took a step forward.

The wooden stairs were badly decayed, and the load-bearing wooden boards were covered with holes. They made a creaking sound when you stepped on them, giving you the feeling that they would fall apart at any time. The interior of the corridor is full of traces of time, the lime walls are peeling off, and there are traces of water seepage in many corners, covered with large areas of damp moss.

Amidst the heart-wrenching creaking sound, Sun Hang walked down the stairs for more than a dozen steps. Vaguely, he realized that something seemed wrong.

There seem to be less peeling spots on the wall than at first sight, and there aren’t that many holes in the stair planks...

"I finally know the purpose of letting me take the stairs."

Sun Hang took out his mobile phone and took a look. Sure enough, the time displayed on the screen was March 25, 4717 in the lunar calendar.

Sun Hang just walked down a dozen steps, and the time he was in went back two years.

He tried to go down one level again, and the time on his phone jumped forward two months to January 5, 4717 in the lunar calendar.

"The bottom floor of this staircase should be at a certain time sixty-five years ago, right? They tricked me in just to make me fall into the anomaly of time and space."

Sun Hang turned around and prepared to turn back, but at this time he found that the back path had been completely blocked. Not only had the normally closed fire door disappeared, but even the upward corridor had been completely engulfed in darkness.

Sun Hang tried to turn on the flashlight that came with his phone, but the light couldn't even illuminate an area of ​​one centimeter.

"You're just kidding, right...then don't blame me for not practicing martial ethics." The moment Sun Hang realized that time would change with the steps of the stairs, he had already thought of a way to break the situation.

It's just that this method of breaking the situation does not rely on himself, but on the power of another unknown existence.

The last thing that force destroyed was the crystal ball that was as hard as diamond.

"It's a good thing to turn back time." Sun Hang suddenly said to himself, "Now I really have to thank you...I lost my memory some time ago, and I can take this opportunity to see myself two years ago. What kind of person he is, maybe you can find some clues..."

Before Sun Hang could say the word "suo" in "clue", an extremely strong strange feeling emerged in his mind.

He glanced around and quickly discovered the source of the strange feeling.

The handrails of the stairs are also made of wood. Every once in a while, there will be a raised capital. These capitals were originally just simple ellipsoids with no decoration at all... But now, they are closest to Sun Hang. The three pillar capitals of the handrails suddenly turned into three ape-shaped wood carvings.

One covered his eyes, one covered his ears, and one covered his mouth.

The next second, everything around him began to "age" rapidly. The wooden planks of the stairs under Sun Hang's feet decayed and disintegrated, and then turned into ashes. Sun Hang, who lost his support, began to fall, and a strange sense of weightlessness gradually surrounded him...

In a trance, Sun Hang found himself standing on the rooftop of the office building. The interior of the office building seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​fire, and blazing smoke was pouring out of every open window on every floor.

The darkness shrouding the office building disappeared. Sun Hang looked around and saw that the Tianfucheng commercial district was full of high-rise buildings. The highway not far away was full of cars, and the shrill horns kept ringing.

The repeated evacuation alarms still echoed over the city. Sun Hang took out his mobile phone and saw that the date and time had returned to normal, but the mobile phone signal was still zero.

Sun Hang walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down. The helicopter he had taken earlier had become a wreckage, lying in the middle of the road. Half of the broken blades flew out and pierced the mascot doll at the entrance of the Golden Arches restaurant across the street.

Sun Hang's heart skipped a beat.

"Was it done by a weirdo?" Sun Hang glanced at the burning office building under his feet. The appearance of this thing and Bingliushisi here means that more weirdos may have broken through the blockade in the south of the city and invaded the downtown area of ​​Tianfu City.

"This is going to be fun."