Chapter 1 First

First, judging from the video, Nan Huai Li's accident should have occurred within the short minute and a half between when he came out holding the coffee cup and when he returned.

Based on Jiang Cheng's experience, Nan Huai Li wouldn't be dragged into a Nightmare Assault (噩梦惊袭) in such a short time.

Second, who exactly was that face that suddenly appeared?

If it were in a Nightmare Assault (噩梦惊袭), then everything could be explained.

That suddenly appearing face was a ghost.

It was the ghost that caused Nan Huai Li's disappearance, and the Nan Huai Li afterwards was an imposter.

But this is reality, not a Nightmare Assault (噩梦惊袭).

An indescribable emotion fermented in Jiang Cheng's heart. In a few short seconds, many scenes flashed through his mind, along with the sounds that accompanied them.

One evening, on the studio sofa, the middle-aged man who appeared with Xia Meng had told him about his understanding of nightmares.

He mentioned a word that Jiang Cheng remembered vividly.

"Erosion..." Jiang Cheng muttered to himself.

"Mr. Jiang," Wei Wei's voice suddenly sounded. She blinked and looked at Jiang Cheng, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Jiang Cheng went to the corner where the ghost face had appeared, squatted down, and then, mimicking the face's posture, stuck out half his face.

From this position, he could just see Nan Huai Li's office.

He also looked up at the location of the surveillance camera, a white camera in a corner at the end of the corridor.

The video was taken by this camera.

From what he had learned earlier, Jiang Cheng knew that there was originally another surveillance camera near the coffee machine, but it had broken down some time ago.

Because the location wasn't important, it had been left unrepaired.

"How long has it been broken?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Wei Wei thought for a moment, then looked at Du Feng, who immediately replied, "About two months, no, at least two months!"

Two months...

Jiang Cheng thought about it and felt that the broken camera was unrelated to the ghost face. After all, he didn't think the ghost face could wait so patiently.

But out of prudence, he still prepared to confirm, "Does Nan Huai Li often work overtime in his office?"

"Yes," Wei Wei replied, "Director Nan is very responsible for his work."

"Always by himself?"

"Yes."

Scanning the surroundings, Jiang Cheng had a good understanding of the general situation, but the clues were very limited. All suspicions pointed to that ghost face.

"Let's go," Jiang Cheng said.

The group walked back to the elevator. Judging from Wei Wei's expression, she wasn't particularly disappointed, as she hadn't had much hope to begin with.

However, from her eyes, Jiang Cheng could sense a sense of loss.

Nan Huai Li must have been very good to her.

The elevator arrived.

When the door opened, there were still several people inside, some who looked like white-collar workers, and some who looked like successful entrepreneurs in suits...

All kinds of people, each one very alive.

"Brother Wang," Wei Wei said.

A middle-aged man in a suit in the elevator smiled and replied, "Wei Wei, I see you again. I thought you were on a business trip."

It seemed that Wei Wei knew quite a few people in this building, but this also dispelled some of Jiang Cheng's concerns, as he was reluctant to take the elevator.

If it weren't for Wei Wei and Lin Wan'er being here, he would have preferred to walk down the stairs.

The elevator space was ordinary, and it became a little crowded after the four of them entered.

Jiang Cheng glanced around. Including them, there were a total of 10 people in the elevator.

The elevator moved steadily downwards.

Fortunately, Lin Wan'er didn't cause any trouble this time.

While the elevator was moving, Jiang Cheng suddenly smelled a strange odor. Although faint, it was very obvious in the confined space.

It was a foul stench of decaying meat.

Long-term habits made Jiang Cheng immediately alert. Jiang Cheng slowly turned his head and began to search for the source of the stench.

"Damn," a man taller than Jiang Cheng fanned his nose and complained, "What smells so bad?"

He was standing in the corner of the elevator, wearing the uniform of a deliveryman, and carrying a large bag.

The bag was transparent, and he could see prepackaged milk tea inside.

Without much searching, everyone's eyes turned to a figure in the back of the elevator.

A cleaner.

And this cleaner was carrying a large black bag, similar to the kind used to hold trash at home, only much larger.

Although everyone didn't say much, they didn't look very happy, as the stench was a bit much.

If it got on their clothes, they would have to take it into the office.

The cleaner, huddled in the corner, kept his head down. Judging from the gray-white hair peeking out from under his old-fashioned hat, he was very old.

Everyone consciously kept their distance from the cleaner, leaving half a circle of space around him.

After Jiang Cheng glanced at him a few times, he looked away. After all, the elevator had stopped, and they were just waiting for the doors to open so they could leave.

But in the crowded environment, no one noticed that although Jiang Cheng had looked away, Jiang Cheng's somewhat blurred reflection in the mirror-like elevator wall had not.

A pair of slightly reddish eyes stared intently at the cleaner. After a moment, the reflection looked away, towards the door.

If someone were more observant, they would notice something chillingly terrifying.

Jiang Cheng's reflection on the elevator wall was different from everyone else's. Everyone else's reflection was of their back, while Jiang Cheng's reflection was of his front.

It was as if there was another Jiang Cheng, identical to him, living in the shadows.

A few seconds passed.

The elevator door... didn't open.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man frowned and repeatedly pressed the elevator's open door button. He had an important meeting and couldn't be late.

The elevator door still didn't respond.

"What's the situation?" The deliveryman squeezed forward and patted the elevator door. "Is it broken?"

He seemed even more anxious than the middle-aged man. After all, many customers were still waiting, and if he got a few complaints, all his hard work would be for nothing.

People in the elevator began to complain. Some pressed the alarm button in the elevator, while others took out their phones to call the rescue number written on the elevator.

Suddenly, the lights in the elevator went out.

Now, everyone began to panic.

The elevator was filled with chaotic sounds, and some people shouted for help.

If anyone was panicking, it was Jiang Cheng.

He had already realized that something was wrong.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Jiang Cheng was annoyed by the noise. His words silenced everyone, and in the darkness, all that could be heard was heavy breathing. Su Dan Novels.

A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng's heart sank.

Sure enough... something was wrong.

It was too quiet.

It was too quiet around here.

The elevator had already arrived at the lobby on the first floor. It was a busy place with people constantly waiting for the elevator. They had made so much noise for so long, so why was there no response from the outside?

It was as if... everyone was dead.