The smoke with a smell of burning dissipated, followed by an indescribable scent filling the air at the tip of my nose.
It was like the smell of engine oil or some kind of lubricant, accompanying the continuous sound of spinning metal wires.
With the faint smoke, everyone gazed blankly, and for a moment, not a single person spoke.
The elevator, which had just stopped at the door and was still open, suddenly fell right before everyone's eyes.
Only half of the steel cable was left dangling in front of us.
Finally, someone gasped for air.
At this moment of relaxation, our legs nearly gave way.
"The elevator, it fell?"
What on earth happened?
Zhan Xi also stared blankly for a moment, but as others began to shout, he quickly came to his senses and hurriedly helped his grandfather into the nearby office to sit down. An elevator fall was a big deal, especially from more than twenty floors—falling from there meant certain death.
