Skyscraper, sixty floors.
This place looks no different from reality, as if returning to the Xinhu Old City at midnight.
"People from the lower fifty floors all think the upper fifty floors are heaven, but once they get here, they realize it's just another hell," Ji Zheng said, holding a camera. The hallway in the lens looked different from what everyone else was seeing.
Beneath the wall paint, plant roots like blood vessels were hidden, flowers resembling human faces bloomed overhead, and the floor occasionally sunk as if a giant insect crawled beneath.
The sixtieth floor in Ji Zheng's lens seemed like a blood-colored plant garden, filled with man-eating monsters.
