"We must be on the eighth floor," 007 said, looking at the grid screen on the wall in front of him. "This room has an opening to the floor below, but I carefully observed the room downstairs; there's no way to the floor below *that*."
"So we can only move around on the eighth floor and the seventh floor below us, right?" Keke, who was squatting on the ground examining a corpse, looked up. "It seems only the three of us are on this floor. Gu Mian and the others must be on other floors. According to the grid on the screen, this building should have eight floors. If we can only move between the seventh and eighth floors, then the others might also be restricted to two floors."
The corpse at Keke's feet was purplish. Its bulging eyeballs were bloodshot, and its long tongue lolled out of its mouth. Several hemp ropes were wound tightly around its neck—the person had been strangled.
