"Snap!"
A faint sound, like someone throwing a stone into an empty mountain gorge.
Shao Zifeng felt a chill over his whole body, his outstretched hand instantly stiffening.
"Squeak."
The grating noise started, and Shao Zifeng came to his senses, looking at the wide-open elevator doors in front of him and then at his own outstretched hand.
What was he doing?
There was a sudden moment of unreality in his heart.
Lowering his right hand, he shook his head and walked into the elevator. Standing under the dim light, Shao Zifeng always felt he had overlooked something.
He looked down at the time, 2:30 in the afternoon. He felt a chill in his heart; hadn't it just been 2:24?
Just as he thought this, Shao Zifeng went blank for a moment, his eyes vacant and confused, mumbling to himself, "Just now... it was 2:30, yes, 2:30."
Then he came back to his senses, remembering why he had come, and tentatively pressed the down button.
After waiting for a while, the elevator did not move.
