The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

I squeezed through the crowd with large bags and small bags, and the sunset bit the last bit of blue and dyed a few blood-red roses, and the sun was like a broken fried egg, swallowed by the clouds after a few struggles.

Night falls.

Thin beads of sweat oozed from my forehead, and I was panting heavily.

"Doctor... Why don't I get it?" the cat ears on the girl's head drooped listlessly, and she bent down and looked at me squatting on the ground with a worried expression.

She was holding a much heavier cargo in her hands, but her face was pale, and her breathing was orderly.

I didn't answer her, but stubbornly led the way in front, shaking my whole body with all my strength.

"Ahh

The goods blocked my view like a stack of arhats, and I could only walk by feeling.

Turning into an alley, there is an old elevator in front of you.

The rusty gate was hidden in the shadow of the setting sun, and the edge of the door was overgrown with vines and other plants, and unknown small insects crawled around the cracks in the doorway.

I plunged headlong into it.

"Really... Do you really want to go in?"

"Why are you stunned, come in, I'm tired." "

Oh... Oh. She hesitated and cautiously stepped into the small space.

The elevator is simply surrounded by rough wooden planks, like a confinement room for prisoners, and the empty gap allows a glimpse of the bottomless abyss beneath your feet.

I pressed the button that was about to fall off.

With the screeching sound of metal, the elevator doors slammed shut.

The overhead lights were dusty and looked like they hadn't been used in years.

We slowly sank, the last shimmer of light through the crack in the door was completely swallowed up by the ground, the electric lights creaked and creaked, and after a few perfunctory flashes fell silent, the dull sound of ropes running overhead, and the tattered wooden planks around us staggered in the darkness in the cold wind.

"Beau, doctor... Isn't there something wrong?" her voice trembled, and her slightly rapid breathing could be heard beside her.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry, let me be in a hurry. I inhale and exhale repeatedly, maybe the door will open in the next second, I still thought.

There was not even a sign in the elevator, it was only a few minutes later, but it seemed like a century long, the heavy air froze all around, the quiet atmosphere was like a blunt knife cutting the heart back and forth, and the sound of the clattering overhead seemed to be endless.

There was a loud bang, the elevator shook violently, the huge iron cable let out a sharp scream, and the thin wooden plank seemed to fall down easily with a random push.

We stopped.

The child let out a scream, apparently losing her balance, and I fell to the ground holding her in my arms.

"Stop, stop, it's over, it's over—"

I tapped her on the head.

"Don't worry, it's just trapped in the elevator... Where's your walkie-talkie?"

she looked at me with teary eyes and pulled out a small black box.

No signal....

"Wait, usually there will be an emergency communication button in the elevator at this time. "

We carefully searched every inch of this small space.

There was nothing but the bare planks around.

As if laughing at us, the button fell to the ground with a "click".