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The elevator's ceiling light suddenly exploded, shards of glass grazing the programmer's face as they flew through the air.
In the darkness, someone stepped on the homeless man's woven bag, causing plastic bottles to roll out with a clattering noise that echoed painfully in the confined space.
The Woman in Mink Coat screamed and stumbled backward, her stiletto heel crushing down hard on Veteran Chen Hai's foot.
"Everyone, stop moving!"
Veteran Chen Hai shouted fiercely, his muscular arm grabbing the programmer and pushing him toward the elevator buttons.
"Press the close door button, quick!"
The programmer trembled as he slapped at the button panel, but the LCD screen flickered and displayed garbled numbers. Dark red liquid began to seep from the cracks between the buttons.
The homeless man suddenly let out a cackling laugh, his nails caked with instant noodle residue scratching at the elevator mirror. "The time has come... the time has come..."
He lunged at the programmer, a wave of foul odor hitting him like a brick wall.
The doctor swung a medical kit and struck the homeless man on the back of his neck, while the Executive seized the opportunity to grab the Mink Coat Woman's Hermes scarf and wrapped it around the homeless man's throat.
The elevator shook violently, the sound of steel cables twisting echoing like a dying beast's whimper.
The programmer was jolted against the mirror, and his reflection suddenly twisted into seven blood-red figures.
"Push him out!"
The Executive's face turned crimson as the scarf dug into his palm, drawing blood.
All five of them exerted their strength together; the homeless man's emaciated body got stuck in between the elevator doors, and the sound of cracking bones was unmistakable.
When the doors finally closed, seven faces appeared in the mirror.
The programmer stared at an extra transparent hand that had emerged from his left shoulder, a broken gasp escaping his throat.
As the elevator began to descend, the smell of blood grew stronger, and the Display Screen glowed with an eerie green light.
"Look!"
The doctor suddenly pointed at the top of the cabin.
Dark red liquid dripped through a gap above them, pooling into an inverted character that read "Seven."
The Mink Coat Woman held up her limited edition handbag like an umbrella, its Chanel logo stained with blood.
"Playing tricks!"
The Executive pulled out a Gold-Plated Lighter to illuminate the wall, where new Blood Characters appeared, causing the lighter to clatter to the ground.
"Six out of seven can survive."
These eight words crawled across three walls like centipedes, and the Programmer suddenly realized that his reflection in the mirror was silently repeating the phrase.
Veteran Chen Hai abruptly seized the doctor's white coat. "Was that the sixth one just pushed out?"
In the suffocating silence, a crisp "ding" echoed as the elevator stopped at a non-existent B3 level.
From outside the door came the sound of nails scraping against metal, and a homeless man's hoarse voice hummed a disjointed birthday song.
The Housewife's Supermarket Plastic Bag suddenly burst open, and Fresh Meat Dumplings rolled into a pool of blood, turning an eerie shade of pink.
"It's that old woman!"
The Executive suddenly pointed at the Housewife cowering in the corner. "She didn't even put any effort into pushing!"
The Thermos Cup in the Housewife's arms exploded with a bang, scattering Goji Berries and Red Dates onto the Mink Coat Woman's fur, resembling splattered blood droplets.
The doctor stood protectively in front of the Housewife, Surgical Scissors gleaming coldly. "Is this what you said when you drove that intern to death in your office?"
Veins bulged on the Executive's forehead as his crocodile-skin belt buckle brushed against the Programmer's nose. "Playing the saint? Those Duo Leng Dings in your drawer..."
Suddenly, a phone rang, interrupting the standoff. The mysterious woman leaned against the mirror, playing with a Bronze Lighter, her screensaver displaying a yellowed I Ching Diagram.
Veteran Chen Hai's pupils constricted—he recognized it as a Blood Sacrifice Totem he had seen in Syria.
From above, Paper Money began to flutter down from the Ventilation Duct, each piece printed with everyone's ID Photos.
"Enough!"
The Programmer suddenly lunged for the Emergency Call Button, blood seeping from his fingertips as he drew Spell Patterns on it.
All Lighting Equipment flashed simultaneously, and in the mirror, seven figures transformed into six shadows.
The Executive's watch Pointer began spinning counterclockwise, while cracks suddenly appeared on the Mink Coat Woman's diamond ring.
As darkness fell again, the mysterious woman's Light Laugh mingled with the scent of Bronze burning Flesh: "At three quarters past noon, the gate of darkness reopens."
Her Sandalwood Beads suddenly snapped, rolling into a Bagua Formation amidst the blood pool.
The elevator plummeted into an abyss, and amidst the sensation of weightlessness, a mix of Buddhist Scripture and Heavy Metal blared...
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