On the other side, near Dr. Cyril, Ren Yi discovered an interesting thing he had almost overlooked.
When his perception brushed against the elevator that had been standing not far behind the control room, the Anomaly Appraisal app actually reacted.
It was a file labeled B-rank.
Compared to the world-ending pressure of S-099, this file seemed exceptionally "domesticated," even carrying a touch of black humor.
【Anomaly File: B-119】
【Alias】: The Elevator, Even Split
【Danger Level】: B-rank
【Physical Description】:
B-119 is a composite anomalous entity consisting of 8 sets of independent elevator cars. There is no fixed physical connection between the 8 cars.
Visually, all sub-units appear as standard industrial-style elevators. The interior is decorated in cold-toned brushed stainless steel, equipped with physical mechanical buttons for floors 1 through 8.
The cars have no external power input interface, but the internal lighting and backlit buttons are permanently in a self-powered "on" state.
When inactive, the exterior of the car manifests as an ordinary metal shell that can be physically transported or dismantled and possesses no aggressiveness.
【Containment and Anomalous Properties】:
1. After entering any car and pressing a target number button, the elevator doors will close.
The interior will produce a "running sensation" for approximately 20 seconds, including slight vibrations and a feeling of increased G-force.
When the doors open again, the spatial coordinates of that car and the target-numbered car will have undergone an instantaneous displacement.
Example: If one presses the button for floor 2 inside car number 1, the elevator doors will close and run for about 20 seconds; upon opening again, the car will have swapped to the position corresponding to car 2.
Note: Pressing the button corresponding to the car's own number will still trigger the running cycle, but no displacement will occur. The following rules still apply.
2. During the "boarding" phase, once the first person has safely entered, every additional passenger starting from the second will trigger a "Closing Door Logic."
According to extensive experimental verification, the probability of the doors closing on each subsequent entry is exactly 50%.
Once the logic is triggered, the doors will snap shut with enough force to sever composite alloys. The victim will be smoothly sliced along the median axis of their body.
B-119 exhibits an extreme aesthetic OCD, ensuring that the mass difference between the left and right halves of the remains is precisely controlled within 50g.
3. The same mechanism applies during the "exiting" phase. Any individual who fails to leave the elevator will be forcibly teleported back to the original position.
4. If a person in Car A presses Floor B while a person in Car B simultaneously presses Floor A, the two cars will spatially overlap at the moment of displacement. There is no possibility of survival for anyone inside.
5. B-119 possesses a clear feeding drive.
If more than 27 days pass without obtaining organic replenishment via the "Closing Door Logic," its cars will vanish from their current physical locations and randomly disguise themselves within the walls of various buildings to lure prey.
【Containment and Usage】:
1. Except in cases of extreme emergency, it is strictly forbidden for two or more people to enter the same car simultaneously.
2. Before use, the status of the target car must be confirmed via radio. It is strictly forbidden for personnel at both locations to initiate displacement requests to each other's coordinates simultaneously.
3. On the 20th day before the "feeding period" arrives, the Containment Department must arrange for living samples to be fed, triggering the Closing Door Logic to maintain B-119's positional stability.
【Utilization Potential】: High
"Oho," Ren Yi read with great interest.
"So there really is an elevator in this world specifically designed to clamp people."
Through his observations during this period, Ren Yi had roughly figured out the danger rating standards of this world.
Something like B-119 was an excellent transportation tool as long as one followed strict operating procedures.
Under normal circumstances, it caused casualties in the single digits, so it was labeled B-rank.
This didn't mean its ultimate lethality was low. Just like that mushroom called the "Honest Gift," if the environmental circumstances coincided, it could still drain dozens of unlucky souls dry.
Ren Yi took a casual glance at his exam panel:
Mission 1: Explore the Truth of the World. Progress: 24%.
"Not bad..." Ren Yi nodded inwardly.
This was the result of him almost "plucking" every anomaly in this land ship over the past few days.
Before that contact with S-099, his progress had been moving like a snail's crawl.
Just that one moment of peeking into the underlying logic of an S-rank anomaly had sent his progress skyrocketing.
As expected, if he wanted to clear the instance quickly, he had to farm experience from these S-rank "big things."
Ren Yi turned his attention back to Dr. Cyril.
At this moment, Dr. Cyril was not conducting an experiment. She was sitting in a leather swivel chair in the control room, her back to the elevator door labeled "B-119-03."
Her fingertips tapped rhythmically on the armrest, as if she were waiting for something.
Ren Yi roughly guessed that the anomalies used to "feed" S-099 were about to arrive.
Speak of the devil.
Ding—
A crisp chime broke the dead silence of the control room.
The indicator light of B-119 turned from red to a ghostly blue.
Through his perception, Ren Yi keenly noticed Dr. Cyril's spine go rigid in an instant.
The elevator doors slid open smoothly to both sides.
To Ren Yi's surprise, what stepped out was not the heavily armed escort team he had imagined, but a man in a business suit with polished leather shoes.
He walked with a composed stride, his collar buttoned meticulously, exuding a sense of long-held authority and a certain morbid elegance.
Behind him followed a squad of silent attendants in long black trench coats and tactical masks.
However, those behind him looked a bit disheveled.
Specifically, they were all more or less stained with blood.
At the very back of the elevator lay something that looked like half a side of pork.
Yet, every expression Ren Yi could see was one of utter indifference.
Indeed, the safety regulations of B-119 had been violated without the slightest regard.
It had transported a whole van's worth of people.
"Lord of the City?" Dr. Cyril slowly stood up, the smile on her face slightly frozen. She seemed somewhat surprised.
"You... why did you come in person?"
"Ah, don't worry."
The man smiled as he stepped out of the elevator. His voice was deep and magnetic, echoing in the cavernous control room.
He walked to the massive observation screen and looked down at the black, restlessly surging amniotic sea below.
"Of course I had to come. The Red Tide is coming; this is the final cleanup, after all."
The man turned his head, a glint of a smile in his eyes.
"I wanted to take one last look at my 'child.'"
"I heard its appetite has become surprisingly large lately?"
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