e problem! Something's definitely fishy!"The small shop downstairs from Zhao Xiaoru's house suddenly opened its shutter, and two short men came running out to chase us.As I ran, I instinctively reache...beside us.In this dark and terrifying place, the lights inside the elevator are like the song of sirens, designed to lure in foolish wanderers who are desperate."Great! There's an elevator! Let's take...