After entering the elevator, Chen Ge pressed the button for the 23rd floor. The silvery-gray door slowly closed as if separating him from the outside world. Chen Ge's breathing turned ragged. He did not like taking the elevator—not because he had claustrophobia but because he did not like the feeling of being trapped in an enclosed space.
The elevator's number kept jumping.
Looks like Wang Xin's mother was right; the tenants here rarely take the elevator at night.
The elevator rose quickly, and the number soon hit 23. The chime sounded, and the door opened. The light filtered out from inside the elevator before it was swallowed by the darkness of the corridor. Shut doors lined the corridor on both sides.
Reached the top so quickly?
The 23rd floor did not look so different from the other floors except for the window at the end of the corridor, which was left open, so Chen Ge could hear the howling wind.
