A Precise Death Trap

The Penrose Stairs were a staircase that always ascended or descended, yet never ended.

It was a concept commonly seen in science fiction films.

But after examining it closely, Wen Yongxin shook his head slightly.

He was not in a science fiction movie, but a horror movie.

So what he had encountered could not have been something as simple as the Penrose Stairs. It was something even more inexplicable.

The Penrose Stairs had no highest or lowest point, but the stairwell before him truly had differences in elevation.

"This isn't simply the Penrose Stairs. It's a Looping Staircase..."

In other words, if he kept going down, he would go from the first floor to the rooftop, then from the rooftop back to the first floor... repeating endlessly.

Wen Yongxin had no need to test that guess. He raised his foot and kicked open the stairwell door on the first floor.

What he knew so far was that entering 444 Diaoying Road was one of the conditions for a death trap, so he had to find a way out.

Ignoring the issue with the stairwell, Wen Yongxin had never expected to return to the first floor so easily.

After leaving through the stairwell door, he headed straight for the main entrance he had used before.

When he reached the first floor, he found that the world beyond the glass doors had become even hazier, as though the fog had thickened severalfold.

Even standing behind the glass, he could barely make out anything half a meter away.

Wen Yongxin did not dare linger. He quickly squeezed into the revolving door, but just as he was about to push it, his hand suddenly trembled.

The air froze once more, and his breathing grew heavier.

He held his breath and listened silently. Behind him,