The SWAT officers pulled the elevator doors open, and Su Cheng shone his flashlight downwards—the bottom was invisible; upwards, the height was equally unfathomable. Su Cheng then pointed to the elevator opposite—three units per floor, two elevators. The SWAT officers pulled the doors open again, and Su Cheng glanced at them casually. Su Cheng radioed, "Zuo Luo, this is a hiding place. If I'm not mistaken, they have a homemade makeshift elevator. Seal off the underground parking lot; I think we can find Fang Ling there."
Homemade elevators sound impressive, and they truly are, but there are always skilled individuals out there. One elderly man built an elevator that ran for fourteen years without incident. Of course, once the news broke, the elevator was considered obsolete. For temporary
