The bloodstains inside the elevator proved that A Nan had once left traces here. In other words, after one of his resurrections, A Nan had entered this elevator and died here; he had simply lost the memories of that time.
But the traces remained. That was the strongest evidence.
"So that's how it is. These traces were left behind during one of your previous resurrections. You're quite attentive to detail, though, to have noticed even this." Yang Jian examined the marks.
They had been there for at least a month.
A Nan said, "For someone with a sound mind to survive here again and again, they either die or grow stronger. I got lucky this time. I went to Room 102, obtained a great deal of information from before, and found many useful clues. That's why I know more, and why I've grown faster in this environment."
"I hope everything you said is true." Yang Jian temporarily set aside his suspicions of him.
But his heart remained full of distrust.
The old elevator continued operating, making all sorts of strange noises. It sometimes shook and sometimes collided with something, producing loud bangs. The lights inside frequently went out as well. Still, after safely leaving the third floor, the journey had been relatively calm.
It was just that the descent had taken a little too long.
Under normal circumstances, an elevator took at most four or five seconds to pass a floor. Yet they had already been inside for at least ten minutes.
"Something fell from above."
Tong Qian suddenly took a step back. Her eyes widened as she saw something dangling down.
Once she saw it clearly, she realized it was strands of long black hair. Blood clung to the hair, thick and dark, carrying the stench of a rotting