Steel steam and flame

"Dear guest, hello!" Standard imperial language, a sincere and cordial greeting.

Cassia nodded and stood to one side of the elevator to make enough space for the luggage carried by this young man. A smile appeared on the young man's face, and the protective iron door of the elevator was quietly closed at this time.

The elevator began to rise slowly, and Cassia could clearly feel that the acceleration was changing rapidly. The two people in the elevator stood upright, facing the iron door without a trace of dirt. It was forged from stainless steel. It was like a smooth mirror, including Cassia and the lean waiter boy into its world. inside.

Cassia looked at the scene inside, and the luggage carried by the waiter boy naturally came into his eyes.

What difference does luggage make? Most of them are just different packaging and styles made from the same material. Everything is hidden inside, and it is impossible to see any information inside. Cassia's eyes wandered aimlessly on the stainless steel surface that served as a mirror in front of him, and then a corner of a rather large suitcase entered his pupils.

"The pattern and material are so familiar." He had a particularly familiar feeling in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere just now. Then I thought about it carefully, and my whole body didn't feel a sudden shock.

He controlled his almost out-of-control body and naturally looked at the waiter next to him from the corner of his eyes. His eyes were like a sophisticated camera, storing all the scenes he glanced at in an instant into his mind with incomparable clarity. Then Cassia began to play back the scene just now like looking at a photo.

This is an ordinary waiter boy, wearing a decent white dress, a gray striped bow tie, black pants, and standard pure black leather shoes. They were polished very brightly, and they must have been polished a lot. He stood up straight, his steps slightly staggered, his face straight looking at the stainless steel door in front of him, his eyes were a mixture of black and light gold, very bright, and his expression was extremely determined. His hands were folded under his belly, and he wore snow-white gloves on his hands. They were the kind of gloves that fit perfectly, almost perfectly covering all of his slender fingers, and almost able to outline most of the lines of his hands. The material of the gloves is also a very ordinary fabric on the market, and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.

But those gloves fit too well. In Cassia's eyes, those gloves seemed to be custom-made for the crossed hands. It was just like the relationship between the sky and white clouds, the blending of steam and water, everything seemed very natural. But it was this nature that made Cassia feel dangerous in her heart.

Cassia's wandering eyes looked at the corner of the suitcase reflected in front of her again. That's right, he felt it looked strangely familiar because the box was exactly the same as the one he was holding now!

In just a few seconds, the elevator was still rising at a constant speed. In another three or four seconds, the elevator should reach the seventh floor. Cassia began to count the time in her mind, and then observed the small space in the elevator and every detail of the luggage on the trailer beside her.

There is not much noise around, and the designer has considered the noise reduction issue of the elevator. It is normal to maintain the silence that should exist in a world where there is no sound. But the strange atmosphere in the elevator space changed the taste of this silence. Just like night rain falling on the vast sea in the dark night, it is silent and no one knows or sees it. Maybe even the fish under the water are not aware of it. This silence was like the rain, and like the solid ice that had condensed, it was frighteningly cold.

Every second of time was divided into countless parts at this time, and each part took an unusually long time. The air also has life at this time, and life inherently has its own weight.

The air inside the elevator silently pressed on the two people standing inside. But both of them stood upright at this time, and the spine in their bodies became a pillar made of ultimate steel, without any bending due to the weight. Their expressions were still ordinary. Under Cassia's ordinary face, there was an expression of waiting for the elevator to reach the floor she needed, with a hint of impatience and a hint of tranquility. The young waiter kept a businesslike smile on his face, and the muscles on his face were not tense at all because of such a smile. His eyes were staring straight ahead, his clothes were meticulous, and he was still calm as he was waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The small space is very harmonious. This will definitely become a quiet painting, just like a large field of sunflowers reflecting the fine sunlight under the afternoon sun. It is quiet, soft, warm, and faintly fresh. Fragrant wind.

But the weather suddenly changed at this time. The sunflower field is on the edge of the sea. There is a warm climate there, but there are also sudden violent storms.

On the Wanli light blue background canvas, white clouds suddenly began to gather together, becoming more and more numerous and thicker. The white clouds began to be rendered by the brush and turned into a leaden gray that was about to fall. Below it was a blue-black sea that was about to stir up storms. They were still calm at this moment!

Time began to pass faster, but in the two people's keen senses, it was still extremely slow.

On the stainless steel door, there is a timer driven by gears like a large wall clock. Countless gears bite together and move forward. When the most critical one of them rolls around for a week, the speed of the elevator will decrease, the acceleration will change from fast to slow, and the number "six" displayed in the center of the door will turn into "six" with the crisp sound of the wind chime. "seven".

Then at this moment, the elevator completely stopped on the seventh floor, being hung firmly in mid-air in the elevator shaft by a steel cable.

One second, or one and a half seconds later, the stainless steel door will slowly open driven by gears and steam, and there will definitely be a soft red carpet on the seventh floor corridor in front of you, which looks like a corpse when you step on it. There are also golden patterns on it. Maybe there would be pots of flowers in full bloom at even intervals along the corridor. I don't know.

All the scenes simulated in Cassia's mind began to take place in reality two seconds later. First, the speed slowed down, then the sound of wind chimes rang, and then the elevator door opened.

But the script, which was supposed to follow steps step by step, changed slightly at this time.

During the short period of time when the elevator door is open, a line from the waiter should be inserted that is not too long.

Of course it's not "Hello, dear guest, how can I help you?" This is a bit too old-fashioned and formatted.

That line went like this. He was said by the waiter in standard Imperial dialect.

"Dear guest, have a nice trip! I wonder how you feel about using our box!"