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The elevator cable suddenly emitted a sharp screech, causing thirty-seven-year-old Veteran Chen Hai to instinctively straighten his back. His calloused palm pressed against the mirrored wall of the elevator, and the centipede-like scar on his knuckle glimmered pale under the cold light.
"Everyone, stay still!"
His hoarse voice carried a penetrating force unique to artillery positions, making the overhead light tremble slightly.
Wang Meijuan, dressed in a floral apron, suddenly collapsed to the floor. Her pearl necklace snapped under the strain, and the milky beads clattered against the metal floor.
"Oh God..."
Her fingers, painted with bright pink nail polish, dug deep into her hair bun, revealing several glaring strands of white among her meticulously styled curls.
"My daughter has a fever... she's only seven..."
"Shut up!"
Zhang Zhaoming, dressed to the nines, abruptly loosened his tie and precisely stepped on a rolling pearl with his crocodile leather shoes. He pulled out his phone and switched to selfie mode, using the screen's reflection to tidy his hair.
"From now on, I will take charge. You—"
He kicked at the bespectacled young man huddled in the corner.
"Consolidate the food supplies."
Lin Xiaoyu hugged his canvas bag tighter, his back teeth chattering softly. The scene from three days ago in the dormitory hallway flashed back—his mother wiping away tears in a video: "Xiaoyu, if you encounter danger, find somewhere to hide..."
He bit down hard on the hangnail until he tasted blood.
The hem of Lu Yuanhang's lab coat fluttered in the airflow as he half-knelt to check Wang Meijuan's carotid artery.
"Pupil reaction is normal."
As he looked up, his gold-rimmed glasses slid down to the tip of his nose, revealing fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"Does anyone have chocolate? Low blood sugar can worsen anxiety."
"Damn it!"
Zhou Hao's laptop suddenly flickered with blue light, illuminating the beads of sweat on his nose like tiny searchlights.
He tugged at the drawstring of his hoodie, wrapping it around his knuckles. "This is a damn Military-Grade Firewall!"
A homeless man huddled in the corner of the elevator let out a gurgling sound from his throat. His filthy nails were stealthily probing the clasp of a canvas backpack, the stench of cheap alcohol mingling with the sour odor of spoiled food seeping from his tattered coat.
As half a pack of soda crackers slipped into his sleeve, the rustling of the metallic packaging echoed sharply in the silence.
"Thief!"
Zhang Zhaoming suddenly erupted, his custom cufflinks scraping against the elevator mirror with an unbearable screech. In an instant, he seized the homeless man's collar, three buttons flying off to reveal decaying skin beneath.
"Hand over the supplies!"
Wang Meijuan's cry shot up in pitch: "He stole our lifesaving rations!" Pearls crumbled to dust beneath her feet.
Chen Hai blocked the crowd that was about to pounce, his forearm muscles taut like a drawn bowstring. The back of the homeless man's head slammed hard against the Emergency Call Button, and Crimson's alarm light suddenly flooded the entire space.
"Everyone, stop!"
The hem of Lu Yuanhang's white coat brushed against Lin Xiaoyu's knees, causing the college student to curl up as if electrocuted. The doctor raised half a bottle of glucose injection; in the alarm's red glow, the glass bottle looked like a coagulated blood clot.
"Anyone who causes more chaos will see this smashed."
Zhou Hao's keyboard continued to clatter away when he suddenly gasped at the screen: "The elevator is ascending automatically!" The bluish code flickered in his Pupil.
"Twenty floors... that's the rooftop!"
The steel cable winch emitted a dying groan, and the sensation of weightlessness caused Zhang Zhaoming's meticulously styled hair to collapse entirely.
Chen Hai unbuttoned his camouflage jacket, revealing something glinting coldly with gun oil from a hidden compartment at his waist.
Lin Xiaoyu's glasses slipped down to her lips, and in the violent tremors, she caught sight of the homeless man's gaping mouth—missing three teeth.
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