Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

Nan Guan said to Mo Ying, "Lao Hei, come and give me a hand!"

Mo Ying suddenly became angry, his face full of blood, and said: "Hey! You pumpkin, why are you giving others a nickname like this?"

"And where am I dark?"

Nan Guan walked to the round table and said, "I'm giving someone a taste of their own medicine."

"You have two black characters in your name, isn't that black?"

Mo Ying wanted to say something else, but Nan Guan waved his hand and told him to stop wasting time and come over quickly.

"What are you doing?" He walked to Nan Guan reluctantly and said.

"Break off a piece of this round table and use it as a shield!" said Nan Guan.

Everyone understood what Nan Guan meant. He wanted to hold up something like a shield to block in front of them so that they would not be afraid of the zombies suddenly attacking them.

"Strength!"

"Old Black, your strength is not enough!" Nan Guan laughed.

When Mo Ying heard this, his eyes widened even more, the blue veins on his thick arms burst out, and his mouth was stretched so wide that his bloody gums were completely exposed.

With a loud bang, a piece of the ten-centimeter-thick solid wood table was broken by the two men.

Su Mengyuan and Xu Xiaobao on the side opened their mouths wide. Is this the power that an ordinary human being should have?

Moreover, Nan Guan's hands were handcuffed. I couldn't imagine how amazing his strength would be if the handcuffs were removed.

"Give it to me!"

Nan Guan watched Mo Ying holding the broken wooden board in both hands and rubbing it on the ground continuously, trying to grind the edges of the wood smoother so that it would not be so prickly at least.

"Okay, that's enough, give it to me!" Nan Guan urged.

"I've thought about it and decided that I should do it!" Mo Ying said suddenly.

"After all, I am the policeman now, and you are just a prisoner. What are you competing with me for?" he said bluntly.

"You!" Nan Guan was angry.

Mo Ying grabbed the wooden board with both hands and held it in front of him, then he was the first to get into the hole leading to his room.

The others could only follow, trembling with fear as they entered the dark cave. The light around them became dimmer and dimmer, until finally they could see nothing.

They could only keep crawling by following the person in front of them.

Black, endless black, as black as ink!

Mo Ying was at the front, followed by Qin Yangming, then two girls, and finally Nan Guan was at the end.

They crawled very slowly, even creeping. Gradually, they felt that the narrow passage had an upward slope and began to climb.

It seems that Mo Ying's room is above this conference room, which is consistent with what he said about sliding down from a hole in the ground.

The slope of the narrow tunnel became higher and higher, and in the end it was like rock climbing, and everyone's feet could only keep groping for a place to step on.

"Hey! You guessed me!"

Su Mengyuan let out an ear-piercing scream. This place was so crowded that the scream seemed to have no way out. They were running back and forth in this already bloated space, adding to the annoyance of everyone's already fearful hearts.

"Sorry." Qin Yangming said in a low voice.

“Hold on!”

Nan Guan, who was at the bottom, said that he didn't know how many times his head and shoulders had been stepped on by Xu Xiaobao above him.

As the person at the bottom, he bore the heaviest pressure, but he never complained from beginning to end.

"We're here! Come up quickly!"

Finally, the Mo Ying on the top touched the entrance of the cave.

"It's really easier to go down than to come up!"

Mo Ying sighed and reached out to pull up Qin Yangming, who was the second in line.

Finally, the five men stood in the room, all dirty. In addition to the tattoos, their faces and shoulders were covered with footprints.

Qin Yangming reached out and brushed off the shoe prints on his shoulders, then quickly looked around the office.

This room is decorated like an office, with a cubicle taking up most of the space.

The cubicle was built based on a police officer's office, with a desk, chair, computer, blue file box, pen holder, etc.

In addition, there is a clothes hanger and an iron safe.

There was only one light source in the room, which was the fluorescent light emitted by the computer monitor. Apart from that, there was no other light.

It was exactly the same working environment as a junior police officer who worked overtime until late at night.

"Where's your card?"

"The police officer's card is on the computer," Mo Ying said.

Everyone was crowded in front of the computer, and the constantly refreshing stripes on the monitor were very dazzling.

On the computer screen it was written:

“You are a [police officer].”

"Please remember that you [need] to enforce justice at all times!"

"Now, please put on your [police uniform] and take your [gun]."

"I suppose you noticed the [corpse] in this room."

"Find out the [cause of death] of the body."

"Finally, please remember that you [need] to uphold justice at all times. This is not only a moral pursuit for you, but also a necessity for survival!"

Mo Ying pointed to the clothes rack over there and said:

"I got this leather suit from that hanger, and this pistol was on top of that safe, with a few bullets in it."

There was no mouse or keyboard on the desk, only a monitor was on, so no one could operate the computer.

Nan Guan said in a deep voice: "This at least proves one thing, that is, there is electricity here."

"So, where is the power source?" he thought to himself. This question was important to figuring out where they were now.

Nan Guan squatted down and saw the computer host placed innermost. He tried to pull the host out, but failed.

Because the power cord connected to the host can't be pulled.

"The power cord is fixed, and the other end extends underground. I don't know where it is connected to." Nan Guan said.

"Is there any way to open that safe?" Qin Yangming asked.

"Let me try it!"

Nan Guan picked up a staple on the desk, straightened it, and walked to the door of the safe and squatted down.

He put one ear against the door of the safe and with one hand held the newly made needle, constantly poking it into the keyhole.

"Oh my god, Pumpkin, you are a habitual offender!" Mo Ying said in shock.

"Don't talk!" Nan Guan was disturbed and he glanced at Mo Ying fiercely.

"Who says we can't do this kind of thing?"

Mo Ying didn't dare to speak again. There was no sound in the whole place except for Nan Guan's increasingly heavy breathing.

Finally, with a click, the door of the safe opened.

Everyone looked inside in surprise, only to see that the cabinets on both the upper and lower floors were empty.

No, it cannot be said to be empty. There are still those connected spider webs and the thick dust hanging on the spider webs, which has deformed the spider webs.

"Damn, there's nothing! What a bummer!" Mo Ying said dissatisfiedly.

"There's something." Qin Yangming said. He saw that the thickness of dust in one place on the cabinet layer below was obviously different from that in other places.

Just like what he saw in the drawer of that square table.

"Huh!" Qin Yangming blew a breath, and some dust was blown away, revealing a card wrapped in plastic paper.

"Damn, there really is something!" Mo Ying shouted again.

"Why are you acting like a supporting actor!" Su Mengyuan looked at Mo Ying with disdain. Mo Ying glared at him and fought back.

Qin Yangming picked it up, quickly glanced at the few words on it and said, "This seems to be some guidance."

"What's written?" the others asked curiously.

"The nine-story Tower of Babel is different on each floor. Only those who climb the stairs can liberate all living beings..."