Shen Congru gave Xu Xiangbei, who had landed on the building top, an OK gesture, then piloted the helicopter slowly away.
The evening wind roared, making the black clothes on his body flutter intensely. Xu Xiangbei worried that the black mask would fall from his face, so he touched his face and felt the mask was still tied on.
Before entering the building, Xu Xiangbei opened a weak electrical shaft on the top floor, full of intertwining colorful wires controlling the building’s surveillance video lines.
Xu Xiangbei called Liu Ningyan, and under her guidance, he cut a red wire: "I’m about to enter the building. Can you control the surveillance video remotely?"
Soon Liu Ningyan’s voice ca over the phone: "Okay, you can go down now. I’ve taken control of the building’s surveillance video; no one will notice you."
Feeling reassured, Xu Xiangbei opened the iron door leading to the building, entered the high-rise, and arrived at the door of Lei Ziming’s office on the top floor.
It was an electronic password lock, and Jenny had already given Xu Xiangbei the password to open it. After pressing a few numbers lightly, a crisp chanical sound ca from the lock as it clicked open.
Rembering the circuit diagram Liu Ningyan sent, Xu Xiangbei carefully avoided a few areas installed with pressure balance chanisms and arrived at the innermost wall.
It looked like a wall, but behind it was a mysterious room.
In the darkness, Xu Xiangbei used a glow stick on the wall, quickly finding a spot covered with fingerprints and pressed there.
The wall slowly moved aside, revealing a corridor in the middle—a beautiful corridor with a white grid ceiling above, softly glowing from the reverse side.
The floor was paved with black-and-white marble tiles, and through the corridor, a room could be seen at the end.
This was the most conventional decoration, unlike the office behind, decorated like the surface of Mars.
Xu Xiangbei felt a wave of excitent, as if he had opened a robber’s treasure trove, the only difference being he didn’t shout "Open Sesa."
The holographic circuit map sent by Liu Ningyan showed three points marked with black skulls behind the wall.
What seed like the most normal decoration concealed the most evil, vicious killing intent.
He instinctively compared the position of the first chanism.
Suddenly, the dim corridor lit up; countless sparkling star points shot from the walls, like a dense net of light enveloping Xu Xiangbei entirely.
Xu Xiangbei had long prepared, wielding four iron galls so tightly that the sound of their tallic clashing made musical notes dance in the quiet office.
When silence returned, the corridor’s ceiling and walls were filled with hexagonal darts, each flashing cold light. Fortunately for Xu Xiangbei, if it was Jenny, she might have been punctured like a beehive.
Xu Xiangbei felt a chill rise within him, unknowingly, he was soaked in cold sweat.
After passing through the dart trap, Xu Xiangbei felt his calves grow heavy, cautiously moving each step.
He glanced at the hologram of the second spot marked with a black skull.
A slowly rotating gear sound echoed in the night, like an old windmill, piercing, dreadful, and horrifying.
Xu Xiangbei quickly realized the sound ca from the ceiling. Not far ahead, the ceiling extended three hollow steel pipes, frightening Xu Xiangbei into darting backward.
Xu Xiangbei, using all his strength, sent his iron galls flying like lightning, gracefully arcing in the air, fiercely hitting the gun barrels and knocking them from the ceiling.
From where the gun barrels fell, yellow bullets scattered like rain, clattering to the ground, pounding Xu Xiangbei’s heart, making it leap with fear.
Only when no more bullets rolled from the ceiling holes did Xu Xiangbei dare to move forward.
As he cautiously crossed the corridor’s second trap, still a bullet rolled from the ceiling hole, startling Xu Xiangbei.
Standing in the corridor’s center, Xu Xiangbei suddenly felt unable to move because at the third spot marked with a black skull, there was nothing.
His toes lightly touched the floor, inching forward cautiously. Just a few ters felt like a thousand miles, not knowing which step might trigger a trap and unleash a storm of peril.
The closer he got to the door, the more soaked Xu Xiangbei was in sweat, especially the wet mask on his face, like a damp sponge, discomforting and suffocating.
An old saying goes, "Caution secures lengthy journeys," and his care finally paid off.
As his toes touched the floor ahead, he felt a void underfoot, his eyes widened. The floor ahead seed no different from underfoot, yet only seed so.
But stepping down would plunge into a bottomless abyss, the floor ahead was just a holographic image with no real floor.
Removing the black mask from his face, at this point, being masked was irrelevant.
Xu Xiangbei felt a cold wind on his face, the breath coming from the abyss.
Only then did Xu Xiangbei realize he was standing at the edge of a massive abyss.
He gently closed his eyes, feeling the environnt; Lei Ziming’s third chanism used a virtual setting, a lapse would lead one into the Endless Abyss.
Xu Xiangbei then felt his calves sowhat buckle.
Having thought of a plan, he closed his eyes and gently tossed the twin flying iron galls—one ter, two ters—yet they touched nothing.
Not until the iron galls flew nearly three ters did he hear a heart-stopping echo, easing the stone in Xu Xiangbei’s heart.
Beyond three ters lay the real ground, the door was an illusion, within three ters were all holographs.
Xu Xiangbei secretly cursed Lei Ziming’s insidiousness; luckily, his caution spared him.
Xu Xiangbei, eyes shut, leaped forward gently, landing securely beyond three ters on the floor.
He sighed lightly, opening his eyes, surprised, his calves trembled, almost sending him plumting into the Endless Abyss behind.
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