Xiao Jie then proposed again. Ali looked at him as if he were a fool: "Bro, it’s over eighty floors up, and it’s raining at night. Do you think you’re Spiderman? If you fall and become a pancake, at least it will be quick." Zhou Liang interrupted their debate, speaking in a deep voice: "At the very least, we need to first try to reconnect with Captain Gao." He spoke while looking at the narrow ventilation window in the stairwell. "Break the window, write a message in blood on a piece of clothing, and throw it downstairs. Captain Gao will definitely notice something unusual and get the message." "In the worst case, if a passerby finds it and alerts the police, he could quickly learn about the situation here." This seemingly primitive method received unanimous approval from everyone. Soon, a white shirt marked with blood was tightly tied to a shard of glass used as a weight. Ali, having taken off the shirt, walked to the window, raised his arm, and threw it skillfully through the hole into the pitch-black rainy night outside. Once the distress signal was successfully sent, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense spirits and bodies slightly relaxing. However, the relaxed atmosphere didn’t last more than a few seconds. Suddenly, something fell from above them on the stairs. It landed right in front of them on the steps, scattering sharp fragments that stung the skin. Everyone was startled. As their gazes focused on the fallen object, their faces filled with horror. It was the shirt with the blood-soaked glass! It had returned to the 84th floor... "Cough... cough cough..." At that moment, a coughing sound broke the silence. The two unconscious guards finally began to wake up. "Are you... all right?" Zhou Liang suppressed his inner doubts, immediately stepping forward to explain the current predicament. Then, he inquired about their previous experiences, hoping to gain some clues from them. The two guards looked bewildered, listening to Zhou Liang with frightened eyes. One of them shook his head, his voice weak: "We... we don’t know. We only remember patrolling the building when we saw a gray mist spreading, and thought there was a gas leak... Then we knew nothing." Upon hearing this, Zhou Liang remained silent All the other team members fell into a deadly silence. "Actually..." Newest update provıded by 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 Sitting on the ground, Ayang suddenly broke the silence: "I have experienced something similar before." Everyone’s eyes focused on him. Ayang pondered for a moment, gazing deeply into the fog-covered darkness: "It was during a mission to the Southern Ocean. We were chasing a cult priest and ended up being trapped in a small town by him." "The town was filled with this kind of dense fog everywhere, along with eerie figures. We walked for three whole days but never managed to leave the town, always returning to the starting point." Ayang’s voice was deep, like he was recalling something he wished to forget. "Later, we realized that we weren’t trapped in the town, but pulled into an ’Inner World’ by some kind of magic." Xiao Jie exclaimed: "What’s that?" "An alternate space, detached from reality but still dependent on it." Ayang explained solemnly: "It’s usually created by a powerful entity’s spiritual power or a special energy field that distorts reality, creating an independent space. Its rules are similar to but different from the real world, where time, space, and even physical laws can be twisted." Saying this, he pointed upwards: "Just like the shirt that was clearly thrown outside but reappeared." Hearing this, Ali urgently asked. "To get out, we must first understand how this world is formed, find its core, or..." Ayang’s words abruptly stopped. He suddenly looked up, staring intently at the area above the stairs shrouded in fog and darkness. His pupils contracted, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. Everyone’s hearts tightened as they followed his gaze. In the darkness, something seemed to be moving. "Heh... heh heh heh..." The eerie laughter, this time, was close at hand. A white silhouette slowly emerged from the fog. It was the face of a woman, pale without any blood. She was facing the group, showing an eerie smile, as if greeting them. The face slowly moved downward. Below it, there was no neck, but a long, blood-covered, continuously wriggling... body. It was a giant worm with a woman’s face.