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He walked along the corridor and up the stairs, not taking the elevator. According to the routine, once he walked in, there would be a high probability that there would be a huge explosion and someone would point out his identity.

Instead of this, it would be better to take the safe passage.

"But it's interesting that the stairs in this emergency passage are not steps, but stairs."

Yang Lin grabbed the yellow ladder with both hands and climbed down step by step.

Not long after, his body stiffened as if he remembered something, and three big question marks slowly emerged in his head.

"Wait, can't I fly? Why am I taking the stairs?"

屮!

He brought his identity so obviously into the story that he even forgot he could fly. It's really sad. Fortunately, I was alone.

He let go of the yellow ladder with both hands, and made a leap of faith and did a backflip to jump down.

If it were an ordinary person, the stairwell that is a hundred meters deep would be enough to smash him into a meat patty, the kind of death that would make him unable to die any more.

However, how could Yang Lin be an ordinary person? His body rotated 360 degrees in the air and stopped steadily in mid-air.

Looking down, you can clearly see the light coming through the side of the wall.

"The second floor is really high. The gap between each floor is at least dozens of meters. I think this place is not the pigeon cage in the community in my previous life. The height of the base specially used for training soldiers must be high."

People who have lived in such places for many years are more likely to develop mental illnesses in smaller spaces. On the contrary, the more open and spacious the space is, the more comfortable they will feel.

Continue going deeper and deeper until you reach the third floor.

Looking at the stairwell that still existed below, Yang Lin thought that this thing was indeed not as simple as he thought.

A place similar to a small matrix base, so it can't be just three floors and more than 1 meters. It looks like there is at least a logistics floor. Such a large-scale building can accommodate no less than K soldiers.

Walking into the corridor on the third floor underground, the layout is still the same as usual, except that there are many more aspects with red exclamation marks "!"

"No entry, there must be something good hidden inside."

Yang Lin frowned slightly and turned on the ability of perspective. Now he could turn on the ability of perspective at will.

The object in front of me gradually became transparent, and I could vaguely see the things hidden in the room.

Those were mysterious devices sealed in a silver alloy box. As for what they were used for, she just thought about it but had no idea.

Close your eyes and open them again.

The perspective effect disappeared, and the scene in front of him returned to the previous shooting state.

"Huh, it's still more comfortable to watch things in normal state."

The ability to see through things is good except that it can easily cause dizziness, especially when one first begins to fuse with the Devil's Eye. It feels like one wants to keep their eyes closed all day long, although this no longer has any negative impact on him now.

Click.

He raised his hand and easily crushed the combination lock on the door into a discus.

This little thing is not worth mentioning at all compared to Yang Lin’s terrifying grip strength. It is even more tender than tender tofu.

The iron door was pushed open with a creaky sound. He walked in, took a casual look, took a few steps in the empty room, and then walked out again when he realized there was nothing unusual.

Standing in the endless corridor, Yang Lin thought that this place was much larger than he had imagined, and the number of walls he needed to penetrate to enable perspective was gradually increasing.

“It’s really exhausting.”

Pinching his eyebrows, he just felt tired.

What the hell am I trying to gain by working so hard just to get back to Blue Star?

I took a look at my own system. Damn, others have automatic route finding or thoughtful system maps, but you don’t even have a system mall. You’d better self-destruct as soon as possible.

system:"......"

After complaining about his dissatisfaction, Yang Lin felt much better. With the system, a punching bag and negative mood absorber as quiet as a grave, whenever he was unhappy, the system would scold him.

"System, nmsl."

You see, this system doesn't care about people at all.

If you call him nmsl, he will just remain silent and have no spine.

Yang Lin muttered a few words and continued to search in the third floor of the endless cave.

After walking for a while, I found something particularly puzzling.

"Huh? I can see patrols at a glance on the first floor, but there are none on the third floor. This shouldn't be the case. I've been walking for such a long time and I haven't seen any one. Logically, shouldn't I be able to encounter love at any corner?"

He was a little confused for a moment. Could it be that because the commander of the third-floor resident was so powerful, they would not arrange patrols?

It is even more impossible. The more powerful a person is, the more he values ​​ritual and face.

Teams patrol outside all day to protect themselves, and they can have fun even while staying in the office.

"Wait, this room is decorated in a unique way. And it looks like it's much larger than the office I saw when I passed by earlier, at least twice as large."

Yang Lin stopped in front of a room door. There was a blue sign next to the door with twisted fonts written on it.

I don't understand. This is not the language of the United Nations of All Races.

But it should be the writing of the southern barbarians.

Although he couldn't understand it, he had no difficulty in distinguishing that they were three separate words.

"If there are three words, it's very likely that it's the commander's office. There really is no one there."

Thinking of the patrol team that disappeared on the third floor, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

"It's really strange. I've only experienced this kind of situation when there's no one around, half an hour after the evening self-study get out of class. Everyone else has left but no one calls me. The get out of class ends at 8:30 but I sleep until 10:30."

Yang Lin habitually put his hand on the fingerprint lock, adjusted it to the perfect angle, and then pressed hard.

Click.

Oh Yo.

The lock was not gripped into an iron ball, but the parts where the palms met were sunken.

"The commander's office is different. The door locks are more advanced than others."

This material is definitely top-grade alloy, able to withstand the force of a sixth-level master's grip. A closer look reveals that it is definitely an ordinary product.

I'll pry it off and pack it up to take away. It's of such good quality and hardness that I can melt it down to make a sharp dagger or a hidden weapon.

Yang Lin waved his right hand, and the paper scissors on his waist shook slightly a few times before being pulled out. After floating in the air for a second, the scissors trembled again and began to spin rapidly.

In less than 0.5 seconds, the scissors had turned so fast that an afterimage was formed, making it impossible to tell with the naked eye whether it was a disc or something else.

With a slight movement of his sword finger, the paper scissors flew obediently to Yang Lin's fingertips and spun rapidly.

Zizizi!

After that, he was seen using the paper scissors as a cutting machine, cutting open the metal door bit by bit.

"The blade of the Paper Royal Scissors is extremely sharp and is absolutely suitable for breaking open the door. At my speed, I can definitely cut it completely in less than a minute."