Just as the elevator was about to close, a figure squeezed in from outside.
The person who came in was clearly Uncle Li’s son!
There was a layer of sweat on the man's face from running so fast just now.
The oil stains and sweat were mixed together, and under the illumination of the elevator lights, there was a sticky glow, as if there was a layer of transparent lard covering his face.
Jian Yao didn't know how confident this man was in her, so he even chased after him.
The elevator door has been closed, and even if she wanted to leave this enclosed space now, it was too late.
Of course, there was no time to kick this greasy man out, so he could only frown and endure it.
There was a tinnitus in Jian Yao's ears caused by the weightlessness, and the elevator had already started to move downward.
Uncle Li's son had an incomplete understanding of his appearance. He thought he should be a handsome guy with cool clothes when he ran over, but in fact he was a bald, middle-aged, wretched man with a shiny face.
He showed a crooked smile, put one hand on the wall of the elevator, and looked straight at Jian Yao.
"Yao...Miss Jian, I think we are quite destined. I wonder if I can add your contact information?"
The man originally wanted to call Jian Yao's nickname affectionately, but suddenly remembered Jian Yao's obvious rejection of him before, so he swallowed it back.
"There is a new movie coming out recently, and I happen to have two tickets in my hand. We can watch it together tomorrow, and we can go have a meal together after watching the movie, but the cinema and the place to eat are both too far away.
Maybe I’ll have to stay in a hotel nearby.”
He spoke in a very tough manner and took it for granted. He never thought about the possibility that Jian Yao would reject him.
After all, his identity and status in thriller games have allowed him to successfully win many horror games, and there should be no surprises this time.
When the man thought about this, he felt that he didn't need to hear Jian Yao's answer. Anyway, it was nothing more than an open answer or a pretentious answer.
Anyway, in the final analysis, everyone agrees, and there can be no other answer.
Jian Yao only heard herself subconsciously "tsk", and her body reacted faster than her brain.
Is this man thinking about eating shit? How about eating and drinking here? Just the number of fans in her live broadcast room can completely crush this man, right? Why does he think he must be better than her?
And the funniest thing is that his true purpose has been clearly revealed from the words he said. It is fake to want to have sex with someone, but it is true to want to take advantage of him.
Such bright thoughts made Jian Yao want to vomit, and the thought of beating the other party welled up in her heart.
So Uncle Li's son saw Jian Yao glance at the camera on the top of the elevator. The little red dot that was always there meant that the camera was operating normally.
Uncle Li's son looked at the camera strangely. He still didn't understand why Jian Yao wanted to look at the camera.
It wasn't until his face was hit directly by a powerful fist and he received a critical blow from the front that he understood what Jian Yao's look just meant.
Red liquid suddenly flowed out of the man's nostrils, and red and purple bumps swelled up on his face.
Jian Yao: If you can do it, you won’t beep!
Uncle Li's son covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and his voice was bad when he spoke, as if there was a mouthful of blood in his mouth and several of his teeth had been knocked out.
He burst into tears from the pain, and the look in his eyes that looked at Jian Yao no longer had the lustful feeling before, only deep anger remained.
"You! How dare you hit me?! Even my mother has never hit me!"
Jian Yao blinked innocently, and then gave him another shot.
"Ouch! Damn it! You fight again?! I promise you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow! I'm very well-connected in the thriller game!" Uncle Li's son covered his head and threatened fiercely.
After a brief silence, he thought his words had successfully threatened Jian Yao.
But he watched helplessly as Jian Yao took out another incense candle with a strange color from the system backpack.
Is she going to torture herself with wax oil?!
Jian Yao did not light the incense candle immediately, but directly beat him up again.
It wasn't until the elevator almost reached the first floor that Jian Yao lit the incense in her hand.
The scented candle began to melt due to the high temperature of the flame, and a section of white smoke rose from the top, and the rich fragrance immediately filled the entire elevator.
As the fragrance became stronger, Uncle Li's son's eyes became more and more dazed.
He felt like he had forgotten something. Why did he come here? Why did he feel so much pain? It seemed like he had fallen out.
Jian Yao's parents, who were standing in the corner, also seemed a little dizzy, rubbing their temples to try to relieve their dizziness.
What did the two of them see just now? It seemed like they saw a wretched man falling upside down at the elevator door, and then being caught by the elevator door again?
The elevator soon reached the first floor below, and the elevator's notification tone for reaching the designated floor rang in the dark corridor.
But the voice-activated light did not light up because of the sound. It seemed that the light was really broken.
And in the dark corner where no one passed, there were two red lights flashing. It didn't look like the light from a small lamp, but more like the eyes of some kind of beast.
The two little red dots looked towards the direction of the elevator, and the sound of water dripping on the ground could still be heard in the silent corridor.
In the corner of the corridor, dark red blood was still spreading into the darkness outside, and a bitten off finger fell to a corner of the ground.
Not far away, a mobile phone was lying quietly on the ground.
Next to it is a handbag with a bunch of things scattered around. It seems that the handbag was thrown to the ground by the owner in panic, and the contents inside fell to the ground.
The phone was vibrating frequently and shattered into a large spider web-shaped screen. The screen was always glowing, showing many unanswered calls and unanswered messages.
The elevator door slowly opened in the corridor on the first floor. The white light inside illuminated the elevator door, but could not illuminate the rest of the corridor.
The first thing that came out of the elevator was the incense that filled it, followed by a man with a pig's head on his head.
The man's eyes were still a bit confused and confused. He felt that his whole body was in excruciating pain, and one leg and one arm seemed to be broken.
Is he really that bad? He actually fell at the elevator door and was pinched by the elevator door.
Why does he always feel that something is wrong? But his brain seems to be a ball of mush and he can't figure it out.