Survival Paradox [Infinite]

Wei Chi tore off a piece of paper from his notebook, wrote a note to Wei Yuan, and threw it down from the patio in the lobby, telling him to stay obediently on the first floor.

Going back to find someone, Ji Jingzhe squatted at the corner and observed the broken staircase. The fracture was a flat surface with uniform particles, which was obviously caused by unnatural forces. He came to the same conclusion as Wei Chi: "The passageway up and down the stairs is probably not usable."

"Yeah." Wei Chi took out his mobile phone, and sure enough there was no signal or network. He raised his head, scanned the space on the fourth floor of the library, and said, "This means that the exit is accessible from all floors."

Ji Jingzhe: "Jump into the toilet to escape?"

Wei Chi gave him a disgusted look, knowing that he was playing tricks, but it wasn't all nonsense—toilets are indeed facilities on every floor, and the water pipes are indeed connected to the municipal sewer.

Wei Chi: "Let's go to the toilet first."

The toilets are obviously ordinary toilets, probably because of sufficient funds, they are more luxurious and tidy than toilets in other places.

Wei Chi was knocking on the surrounding walls to see if there were any hollow parts, while Ji Jingzhe was studying the holes in the toilet and the squat pit, and asked Wei Chi for a long time: "Why don't you try removing the pit?"

It's not absolutely impossible, Wei Chi walked over to watch it with him.

At this moment, a tall, middle-aged man came in to go to the toilet. He was full of beards and bulging eyes, much like Zhang Fei in the 94 version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

After he was done, he went to wash his hands, probably because he was very irritated by this series of things, so he washed his hands very irritated.

At the door, there was an old lady cleaner who kept her head down mopping the floor, and whispered in dialect: "Don't shake the water out."

That "Zhang Fei" glanced at her, let out a "sneak", and shook it even more happily, and then began to straighten his oily hair in front of the mirror.

In the next second, his face was in seamless contact with the mirror.

Wei Chi jumped back in fright, almost knocking Ji Jingzhe over.

——The old lady hit the back of "Zhang Fei"'s head with the tail of the mop. The mop rod was hollow, and the old lady did not move too much. She knocked "Zhang Fei"'s head off directly!

The mop stick seemed to have great force, and knocked the head off the neck that fixed it like a golf ball, and slapped it hard on the mirror, the red and white brains burst all over the floor and walls.

His face was embedded in the mirror, and the mirror slowly cracked with the face as the center.

After a while, the tall body of "Zhang Fei" fell down suddenly, threw himself on the sink, and knocked open the faucet next to it.

Several faucets began to flow together, making an annoying running sound.

The old lady moved slowly, and bent down to wash the rag in the bucket. After washing ten times in a leisurely manner, she slowly straightened up and began to wipe the blood and brains. She still said in that hoarse and weak voice: "I said Don't throw the water out."

Ji Jingzhe and Wei Chi who witnessed the audience were stunned, not daring to show their anger.

As if the old lady didn't see them at all, she cleaned up the scene on her own—"Zhang Fei" was too big, and she couldn't move it away at once, so she dismembered him into more than ten pieces with her bare hands and put them in black Towed away in a plastic bag.

The washbasin was cleaned to look like new, and it was impossible to see what happened just now, only the mirror surface was still grimly damaged.

Ji Jingzhe swallowed her saliva: "...Let's not unload it."

Wei Chi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "...um."

After that, the two went to the drinking room again, but found no useful clues.

Wei Chi wrote "Don't damage the library facilities, don't hinder the staff's work" on a piece of paper, went back to the hall, and threw it down for Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan was depressed, as if mourning a concubine, yelling: "Brother! I want to stay with you!" yelling and crying himself.

Received another note from his brother: Be quiet.

It's like telling a child, obviously perfunctory him.

He sat there and paused for a while, feeling frustrated involuntarily.

After a while, another ball of paper fell from it. He opened it and saw a lot of words written on it. When he looked up, his brother nodded at him and left.

He began to read those words seriously.

His brother talked about the cross-floor passage and the cleaners, probably because he was afraid that he would not understand, so he wrote "Conclusion:" two large characters with a colon, and circled in bold:

1. The exit is probably at a place that can be reached on every floor, go find it

2. Stay away from library staff

3. Don't break or dirty the facilities

Wei Yuan immediately revived after watching it, got up and patted his ass to find clues.

Fourth floor.

Ji Jingzhe watched all of Wei Chi's actions from the side, and said, "Tell him so clearly, aren't you afraid of him messing around?"

Wei Chi squinted at him: "What's wrong with the mess?"

Ji Jingzhe: "He's so stupid, don't play yourself to death."

Wei Chi laughed: "Aren't you stupid? A model of 31?"

Ji Jingzhe blushed: "That was before!"

"It's not what it used to be." Wei Chi shrugged, "And that kid Wei Yuan is pretty smart."

Ji Jingzhe quit after hearing this: "Am I not working?"

Wei Chi couldn't understand him at all: "Why do you have to compare everything?"

The conversation was divided into two parts, Wei Yuan had enough chicken blood, and people started to wander around on the first floor.

After discovering that the library couldn't get out and the stairs and elevators couldn't be used, the people on each floor finally gradually quieted down.There is probably someone who likes to organize on the first floor, and he is calling on the people on the first floor to work together to open the elevator to see if the people inside can still be saved.

Wei Yuan squeezed a little forward and was tall, so he was about to be caught as a strong man.At least he remembered his brother's advice not to damage the facility, so the elevator is considered a facility, right?Immediately, he lost his face, raised a piece of orchid finger, and said in a loud voice: "Oh, don't~ I'm afraid of death~"

The big brother from the organization twitched his mouth, but he didn't force him, and called two other people.

In the end, five or six men opened an elevator. Wei Yuan stood very close, and he could see clearly that he was not well.

The scene in the elevator can be said to be horrifying - no one will believe it, only those who make it into a ghost story.

The people were not in human shape anymore, their hands, feet and feet were inserted together randomly, and the blood plasma evenly covered all the meat, and none of them was completely intact.Although Wei Yuan has never seen a person who fell from the elevator on the sixth floor, he vaguely thinks that it should not be the effect of being thrown into the washing machine for a hundred and eighty times.

The people around him screamed and vomited, and Wei Yuan's stomach was upset, but he held back and didn't vomit.

The situation on the fourth floor is completely different.Because there is no capable person who likes to organize and lead, people are scattered in every corner of the fourth floor like a plate of loose sand, and a silent and strange atmosphere spreads.

Finally, under such heavy pressure, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

A man in a plaid shirt and glasses, who looked neurotic, came to the service desk——Wei Chi guessed that he was a tortured programmer, and Ji Jingzhe guessed that he was an architect with a nervous breakdown—he walked to the service desk. desk, asked the borrower sitting at the service desk, "Excuse me, what's going on now?"

The borrower is a fat girl who has been working with a computer since the beginning, as if everything that happened before has no effect on her.She completed the prescribed actions in the work rigorously, and replied calmly: "We don't know about this, and we will wait for the notification from the superior."

"Eight elevators failed at the same time, without even triggering the emergency brake! The stairs collapsed directly! At least 10 people were killed. This is a major accident that needs to be reported directly to the police!" The man spoke extremely fast, with a A neurotic sense of rhythm, "And I saw the damaged part of the stairs... that kind of..." He pushed his glasses, paused, and found a suitable description, "The shattered, homogeneous broken way, I I have never seen it before! How do you explain this?"

Ji Jingzhe answered with a volume that only Wei Chi could hear: "It can only be explained as a ghost." After that, he winked at Wei Chi, "I guessed right, architect."

The architect's next sentence was surprising: "This can only be explained as a bean curd dregs project! It is impossible for this level of building materials to pass the quality inspection! Fortunately, your library was built after the earthquake. Yes, otherwise it would have been turned into a pile of ruins long ago!"

The more he talked, the more he got up, he was impassioned, and his mouth was flying, and there were still a few people around him who couldn't die. This is amazing, the voice is louder, and the momentum is more aggressive: "Little sister, you know What does this mean? This means that all of us are basically standing on a piece of tofu now! How much construction money has your curator embezzled? Your library is simply ignoring human lives!"

The "little sister" finally shifted her gaze from the computer screen to the man, and her tone was still calm and lukewarm: "No loud noises are allowed in the library." After speaking, she continued to work.

Her attitude annoyed the man even more. With a twitch on his forehead, he pressed his hands on the service desk and leaned forward: "Your library must give an explanation!"

The borrower was reaching out to take a stack of papers beside him, when the man happened to hold him down.

She raised her head slowly again: "Please don't interfere with official duties."

The man turned a deaf ear: "You guys explain it first!"

The borrower slowly picked up the paper cutter next to him, and chopped off the man's hand at the wrist: "I said, wait for the superior to inform."

She moved slowly, just like the cleaner who knocked off a man's head, holding a broken pink bear utility knife, and cut off a grown man's hands at the wrist.

Arteries were cut and blood sprayed meters away like a sprinkler.

There was a piercing exclamation from the surrounding crowd.

The man looked at his wrist in a daze, and it took at least half a minute before he started screaming.

The next moment, he couldn't even scream.

The pink bear utility knife fell straight into his throat, and half of it protruded from the back of his head.

The borrower is still the gentle and business-like person: "No loud noises are allowed in the library." After finishing, he sat back and worked slowly.

All the screamers fell silent, and the entire fourth floor fell into a deathly silence.