Special Thirteenth Floor
The two Players standing beside Dai Wenqian did as he instructed. One put a flashlight inside, while the other aimed a camera at the gap to film. But the moment the phone touched the elevator doors, something changed in an instant: a shadow, fast as lightning, flashed past the crack. Blood sprayed, and the phone was sliced in half. The Player holding it had half his hand—and half his head—cut off!
"Ah!!!" Everyone scrambled backward, and a Player standing nearby immediately shut the elevator doors.
There was no sound from inside the elevator shaft. The strike had been so fast the naked eye could barely follow it, but their companion's body lay right there. Dai Wenqian and the others looked grim.
They had been in the dungeon for less than ten hours and had already lost four Players.
"That was probably a Mutant Animal," Zheng Liang said. "We'll have to find another way. We can't let the game lead us around by the nose."
"Do we really have to go downstairs?" Tie Ge touched the marks on his face where the Man-Eating Flower had bitten him. "If we stay on the fifteenth floor, we might not be in any danger at all."
Dai Wenqian didn't even glance at him. Looking at the companion who had already breathed his last, he said coldly, "The Mutant Animals that killed Wu Kun can't be staying only in the elevator shaft. Otherwise, they'd have died already, with the elevators running from top to bottom."
"He's right," Wei Bin said analytically, adjusting his glasses. "No one can guarantee those elevator doors won't open and let the Mutant Animals out. If we stay on the fourteenth floor, we could run into other dangers."
"I think you're all overthinking this," Zhang Biao said. "If