Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 66 Stairs
"Can you let me leave by taking the stairs?" Sun Hang asked again.

no respond.

"Then why should I listen to you?"

no respond.

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

no respond.

Sun Hang stopped asking questions and directly swung the dagger, cutting the elevator door open like cutting tofu. But just as he was about to jump down from the elevator shaft, he retracted his foot.

The steel cable hanging the car could not be seen in the elevator shaft. Instead, there was an unfathomable darkness just like the one outside the glass curtain wall.

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

"I'm curious, why don't you just use this darkness to devour me?" Sun Hang asked again, "Or, you can't control this dark area, so I have to crash into it myself?"

The building did not respond to Sun Hang's question, and the display screen next to the elevator door had 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 "Safety 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 staircase entrance was locked. Logically, this type of normally closed fire door is strictly prohibited from being locked. There is not even a lock on the door, just to allow people to escape smoothly at the first moment of a disaster...

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

The shape of the keyhole on the door looked familiar to Sun Hang. After thinking for a moment, he took out the retro key that had just burst out from "Bingliusansi" from his pocket, inserted it in, and turned it gently.

With a "click", the lock opened.

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

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

"The abnormality could be the breakthrough point... but it is more likely to be a trap set by the other party." Sun Hang thought to himself, "But the problem is that I can't escape using conventional means. I might as well take advantage of the situation and see what this weird thing is planning to do by trapping me here..."

Sun Hang took a step forward.

The wooden staircase was badly decayed, with holes all over the load-bearing wood. It made a creaking sound when people stepped on it, giving people the feeling that it would fall apart at any time. The interior of the corridor was even more full of traces of time. The lime-made wall was mottled and peeling, and there were traces of water seepage in many corners, covered with large patches of damp moss.

Sun Hang walked down a dozen steps with a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and vaguely he realized that something seemed to be wrong.

The peeling of the wall seems to be less than it seemed at first glance, and there are not so many wormholes in the staircase planks...

"I finally understand why they asked me to take the stairs." Sun Hang took out his cell phone and saw that the time displayed on the screen was March 4717, 3 in the lunar calendar.

Sun Hang only walked down a dozen steps, and time went back two years.

He tried to go down one level again, and the time on his phone instantly jumped forward two months to January 4717, 1 in the lunar calendar.

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

Sun Hang turned around and prepared to go back, but at this time he found that the retreat was completely blocked. Not only did the normally closed fire door disappear, but even the corridor leading upwards was completely swallowed up by darkness.

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

"You're playing tricks, right? Then don't blame me for being unsportsmanlike." 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 impasse.

However, the method to break the impasse does not rely on himself, but on the power of another unknown existence.

The last strange creature destroyed by that power was a crystal ball that was as hard as diamond.

"It's a good thing to go back in time." Sun Hang suddenly said to himself, "I really have to thank you for this... I lost my memory some time ago. I can take this opportunity to see what kind of person I was two years ago. Maybe I can find some clues..."

Before Sun Hang uttered the word "索" in "clue", an extremely strong and strange feeling arose in his mind.

He glanced around and soon found the source of the strange feeling.

The handrails of the stairs were also made of wood, and there was a raised capital at regular intervals. These capitals were originally simple ellipsoidal shapes, with no decoration at all... But now, the three handrail capitals closest to Sun Hang had suddenly turned into three monkey-shaped wooden sculptures.

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 feeling of weightlessness gradually surrounded him...

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

The darkness that enveloped the office building disappeared. Sun Hang looked around and saw tall buildings in the Tianfu City commercial district. The highway not far away was jammed with cars and the shrill sound of horns continued.

The repetitive evacuation alarm was still echoing over the city. Sun Hang took out his cell phone and saw that the date and time had returned to normal, but the cell phone signal was still zero.

Sun Hang walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down. The helicopter he had been on had turned into 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 McDonald's restaurant across the street.

Sun Hang's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

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

"Now it's more fun."

(End of this chapter)