Sixth floor.
The corridor was pitch black.
In the distance, faint sounds of hurried footsteps could be heard. Nora Scott swept her flashlight across the corridor and caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure fleeing in panic at the end.
Raising an eyebrow, Nora Scott chuckled softly and did not expose them.
Only when all footsteps vanished, the corridor lights lit up one by one, from front to back, a long pathway, with dim yellow light approaching her field of vision until it finally illuminated overhead.
Her vision suddenly widened.
Nora Scott turned off her flashlight as a matter of course.
Save electricity.
Perhaps this floor had more guests, creating a spooky atmosphere, with peeling walls and colorful scary graffiti adding to the horror under the flickering corridor lights.
But—
Nora Scott swept her gaze over the graffiti and spotted her comic character among them.
Nora Scott was rendered speechless but chuckled, feeling that the horror ambience had been completely cleared away.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
The sound of knocking on the door echoed.
Rosa Sullivan, unlike her, didn’t observe but instead approached the nearest iron door, reaching out through it to knock on the wooden door inside.
—Perhaps fearing zombies would stand outside the iron door to stimulate their visual nerves, the four guests upstairs all unanimously chose to close the wooden door.
"Squeak—"
The old door made a long, harsh sound as it opened.
"Sullivan..." Anastasia poked her head out, and upon seeing Rosa Sullivan her expression brightened, then glancing towards Nora Scott standing not far away, her eyes lit up, "Nora is out too."
"Anastasia."
Rosa Sullivan slightly lowered her brows and greeted him first.
"Mr. Wang," Nora Scott walked over, "Where’s Clent Winter?"
"Next door..." Anastasia pointed beside him and then teased her, "Concerned about Clent Winter first upon eting, aren’t you worried about ?"
"You’re perfectly healthy, face radiant, full of energy." Nora Scott could say these words with her eyes closed, and after finishing she smiled at him, "Not worried."
"... ..."
Anastasia was speechless.
This girl, she’s really articulate.
—He truly wished for a daughter like her.
It seed that movents were heard next door, and successively wooden doors opened, with Diana Johnson being the first one to poke her head out opposite, and another teacher diagonally opposite.
"Miss Sullivan, Miss Scott."
Diana Johnson leaned on the iron door, blinking with delight upon seeing the pair, "How did you get out so quickly?"
"Cheating."
Nora Scott replied lightly, and as she shrugged, she stepped towards the unopened door.
"Cheating?" Repeating the words, Diana Johnson got her head stuck in the iron door and shouted at Nora Scott’s back, "How did you do it, Miss Scott, can you help?"
"Wait a mont."
Nora Scott lazily responded.
Glancing at the calm Nora Scott, Rosa Sullivan furrowed her brows out of nowhere.
"Sullivan, you knocked on my door first. It’s fate. As the unintended help here, it’s ti to exert so effect..."
Seeing Nora Scott walk away, Anastasia gave up his thoughts and earnestly discussed with Rosa Sullivan.
Finally, he asked, "Am I right?"
Rosa Sullivan glanced at Diana Johnson behind her.
"Young people need more experience and practice! It’s not too late to help her later." Anastasia understood her thoughts instantly and interjected, "Besides, once zombies appear in the corridor from ti to ti, you three girls will only be able to run when you encounter them, right? Hence, you still need an older man—like , to protect you."
The other teacher listening couldn’t help but bow, expressing admiration, then gave up seeking Rosa Sullivan’s help, returning to the classroom to continue looking for clues.
Diana Johnson felt unhappy but as Anastasia was a senior, she dared not confront him rashly and had no choice but to hang on the iron door pathetically, watching the two.
—She could only let Rosa Sullivan help Anastasia first, then co to assist her.
As for Nora Scott...
The guests didn’t know Nora Scott was behind the planning, naturally didn’t know she understood chanical Techniques.
So, in Diana Johnson’s eyes, Nora Scott should be escaping with Rosa Sullivan’s help—after all, it matched what Nora had just said about "cheating."
"Alright."
Rosa Sullivan hesitated slightly, nodded in response, and then asked Anastasia, "What information did you find in the classroom? I solved the blackboard puzzle to get out..."
...
Nora Scott glanced at Clent Winter’s iron door.
Unlike the other guests, Clent Winter was confined in a small office, about half the size of a dorm room, with only one entrance and exit.
The only door also had an iron door added outside.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Nora Scott knocked on the door.
There was no movent inside.
The wooden door did not open for a long ti.
"Earlier, a ’zombie’ pretended to be a ’human’ chatting outside, attracting Clent Winter to open the door, consequently frightening the child terribly."
Another teacher wandered around and then leaned against the iron door, calling out to Nora.
At the sa ti, he raised his voice and shouted, "Clent Winter, co on out, no one’s here to scare you this ti. Your idol is standing right outside the door! It’s true!"
Upon hearing this, Nora knocked on the door twice and said, "Clent Winter."
"Nora?"
Hearing Nora’s voice, Clent Winter finally responded with a doubtful inquiry.
Nora acknowledged with a "Mm" and said, "It’s ."
Outside, the wind and rain were raging, but Nora’s voice was calm, inexplicably reassuring.
Trembling in the office, Clent Winter finally opened the wooden door tremblingly—
He only made a small crack, cautiously poking out half of his face. After using one eye to confirm it was Nora standing outside, he breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled the door open wider.
"Nora! Nora!"
One mont he was timid like a mouse, the next he was all smiles, excitedly calling Nora’s na.
Nora chuckled and asked, "Want to co out?"
"Yes!"
Clent Winter nodded eagerly.
Nora said, "Open the window and then give your jacket."
"Okay."
Without asking any questions, Clent Winter imdiately complied with Nora’s request and went inside the office to do as told.
Through the open wooden door, Nora took a few glances inside; the furnishings, décor, and layout of the office were almost exactly the sa as on the fifth floor.
One could say, the layout of this floor is identical to the fifth floor.
"Here you go, Nora."
After opening the window, Clent Winter picked up the jacket from the table and handed it out through the iron door.
Throughout this process, he was filled with joy, his eyes sparkling as if they could emit light.
Nora took the jacket, grabbed both sleeves, pulled it out, then wrapped it from back to front, tying the sleeves at her waist with a simple knot.
Clent Winter blinked, wanting to see what Nora would do next, but—
Nora walked to the side.
???
"I’ll go check the question, note it down, and tell you properly—"
At the front door of the classroom, Anastasia was still leaning against the iron door, discussing the unlocking issue with Rosa Sullivan.
Before finishing the sentence.
Anastasia, Rosa Sullivan, Diana Johnson, and Clent Winter all heard the "creak—" sound of a door being opened.
Huh???
Except for the free Rosa Sullivan, the other three had their heads stuck in the iron bars and their eyes turned towards the source of the sound.
Four pairs of eyes suddenly saw Nora standing at the back door of Anastasia’s classroom, raising her hand to gently push the door open.
"..."
What happened?!
All four faces looked bewildered.
"Nora?"
Anastasia quickly pulled her head back, stepping back in disbelief as she stared at Nora entering the room casually.
She was dumbfounded, "How did you get in?"
Nora paused, chuckled slightly, and pointed back, "Ca in through the back door."
"..."
Anastasia was montarily speechless, pondering for a few seconds before organizing her words, "No, what I an is, how did you open the back door? Isn’t a key needed?"
"Well, this kind of lock..." Nora almost started a sarcastic remark but, recalling the show being fild, she held back appropriately and changed her words, "My grandfather was a locksmith."
"So, you know how to pick locks?"
Anastasia was dumbfounded, her eyes almost popping out.
Nora has been very popular recently, and when it was announced that she would be on "Escape Room," many fans flooded the comnts or private ssages of several regular guest mbers on Weibo—
"Our God Z can be quite sharp-tongued, please be accommodating during the show."
"Please take care of Nora on the show, she’s not very savvy about social cues."
"Just a heads-up, Nora is a good person, please don’t take her too seriously during the show."
"Teachers, please be cautious, stay calm on the show, God Z has a lot of little tricks... You need a strong heart."
...
There were many similar comnts.
The two teachers are not celebrity figures and rarely receive so many comnts and private ssages, so they took notice and even watched Nora’s last variety show, "City Secret."
After watching that episode, they couldn’t help but admire Nora, thinking that if she were born one or two hundred years earlier, she would definitely be a female knight in the Martial World.
But, no one expected—
This girl also knows how to pick locks!
Seems she’s learned all the survival skills of the Martial World, hasn’t she?!
They had never seen a celebrity with the female knight persona like this before—
The teacher admitted it’s a bit overwhelming.
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