Although his appearance was very different from his impression, Xiang Nanxing immediately recognized the person in front of him.

His shoulders were thin, he looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and his physique was not small from that of an adult, and he could only play the role he had just played by the ill-fitting suit and shoulders. Although his clothes and mask had been stripped off, and his body was shaking into a sieve from extreme fear, he managed to put his hands on the table, which were almost uncontrollable, and did his best to straighten up, raise his head and face forward, and keep his sitting position unchanged.

There was no one else around, but it was as if an invisible hand was manipulating the silk threads on his body, forcing him to keep posing like this. Xiang Nanxing almost immediately understood that this person must have been severely tortured before, just like Liang Jingmo said, his rational function has collapsed, and the logic of thinking is re-established after losing himself, so he will still mechanically execute orders in this situation where he is so afraid that he almost faints.

The evidence is all in his face.

Xiang Nanxing subconsciously held his breath at the first sight of it. Ironically, the nose is the only uncontrolled organ on the other person's face. The face in front of them was almost unrecognizable, and it was covered in blood-colored scars one after another. One of his eyes was sewn up by thin silk threads, and he couldn't open them, and his mouth was directly sealed with thick tape, so he couldn't make a sound at all. He wears a pair of full-coverage wireless earmuffs around his ears, completely enclosing his ears, so that he can't hear the outside world, only the instructions that come from them. There was always a strange delay in his gestures, and his movements seemed a little mechanical, presumably because he wasn't doing what he wanted, but listening to the instructions from the headphones before he knew what to do. This can also explain why Xiang Nanxing repeatedly prompted to communicate through pen and paper just now, but the other party never complied - not that he was unwilling, but that the puppet he manipulated could not write at all.

The child sitting here is the little beggar that Xiang Nanxing once saw in the surveillance video.

And the guy who was supposed to be sitting here didn't know where to hide at this time, relying on the bugs and surveillance cameras installed in this room to understand everything at the scene, and then manipulated the puppet to use the small loudspeaker under the mask to talk to Xiang Nanxing. At this time, although he didn't know why he had been silent, he was probably silently observing everything.

"Bastard!"

Xiang Nanxing gritted his teeth and wanted to step forward to rescue the person first, but Liang Jingmo raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't worry, touching him rashly will make him more nervous."

Liang Jingmo said, gently removed the man's earcups, and then bent down and whispered a few words in the man's ear. Although his eyes could not be opened and his mouth could not answer, the little beggar's expression was obviously much more relaxed with these words. He nodded, his tense shoulders slowly loosened, and he leaned back in his chair, as if he had lifted the weight from his shoulders.

Although I don't know what Liang Jingmo said, it is obvious that this is something that can make him relax.

"Not only the eyes, but also the mouth were sewn up, with very thin threads, and we couldn't untie them without hurting him, waiting for the professionals to deal with them." Liang Jingmo explained, while taking the removed earcup to his ear, and at the same time handed the other to Xiang Nanxing.

"Now, it's time to listen to the voices over there."

Liang Jingmo raised his hand and pressed a small dispenser-like thing. The chaotic sound of electricity in the earcups gradually subsided, replaced by the anxious call of a man.

"Hey! Did you hear that? Sit still first......"

Halfway through his speech, his voice gradually became quieter, as if he had just noticed that the person holding the earmuffs had been replaced. For a moment, there was no further indication from there, only the sound of the person on the other side breathing more and more heavily.

Electromagnetic shielding - Xiang Nanxing reacted.

Although the gadget in Liang Jingmo's hand is inconspicuous, it should be the kind of powerful electromagnetic shield that can temporarily block a small range of signals. He activated the thing as he entered the room, making it impossible for all signals in the room to come out, and for all devices to receive outside signals. As a result, the bugs and surveillance cameras that the man had been using to observe the situation at the scene were useless, as if he had lost his eyes and ears.

On the other hand, the voice he sent to the little beggar through the wireless earmuffs could not be delivered, and even if he wanted to say something through the loudspeaker under the mask, the voice signal could not be transmitted. That's why after Liang Jingmo entered the door, the little beggar kept sitting there without speaking or moving, as if he had been fixed.

At this time, he unshielded and the signal from the earmuffs was transmitted, but at the same time, the eavesdroppers and surveillance cameras in the room were restored, and the other party realized that the situation was not right in the middle of speaking, so he stopped in time.

Xiang Nanxing thought to himself that the current situation was a stalemate for both sides. The other party's arrangement was recognized, and it was estimated that there was no way to deal with them for a while, but although they had seen through the secret of the stand-in, they had not yet found out where the other party was......

Wrong.

Xiang Nanxing suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Liang Jingmo next to him: "You knew it was fake early on?" ”

He just remembered that the guy next to him could clearly see the traces left on the door like him, but he chose another route to wander, and the reason behind this was probably not just a "collection of information". He probably knew that the man was hiding somewhere else, so he took the time to look for it.

"'Knowing' can't be talked about, it's just such a 'guess'." Liang Jingmo also admitted, "However, I have not found any trace of him elsewhere, and when I activated the shield and opened it again, it did not provoke any reaction. Right, Mr. Loren? ”

He looked around with a smile on his face.

"It's not stationary equipment, and the scope of action should be limited. There was already an electromagnetic shielding field above this underground labyrinth, so it was impossible to run too far to control it. I guess the answer may be in the near future. ”

His gaze finally landed on one of the bookshelves. Compared to the others, the books on this shelf are all hardcovers, and they all have thick shells, arranged according to the titles, neatly arranged and pleasing to the eye.

But if you look closely, it's a little too neat. In Xiang Nanxing's opinion, some of the books on it even looked a little fake, as if they were glued and fixed with something like glue.

The two exchanged glances, and although they both maintained their posture on the surface, they were quietly ready to sprint. Although I don't know how to open the mechanism of the bookshelf, judging from the difficulty of the previous mechanisms, even if the design here is a notch higher than before, it is estimated that it will not be difficult for the two people who fought their way out of the game.

However, at the moment when he was about to act, Xiang Nanxing suddenly felt a little strange.

Wrong. He frowned.

In retrospect, this man was not very good at designing mechanics, but his whole thinking pattern was very scheming, very much like those game designers in prison. Although they cracked a lot of mechanisms along the way, one by one, the other party could always hide in the safest place.

This time, although his puppet plan was discovered, what was the backhand? Liang Jingmo's words just now are tantamount to saying that he knows that his hiding place is here, if this is the case, why can the other party remain silent so calmly?

Could it be that he is already gone?

Or is he hiding something else?

Just as Liang Jingmo stretched out his hand and was preparing to research the institution, Xiang Nanxing suddenly turned his head and looked at the wide desk. With the thin body of a little beggar, sitting there, there should be a lot of space left in front of his feet, even if he hides a whole person, it is not surprising.

Of course, that guy named Luo Lun shouldn't be hiding there, otherwise the little beggar would have been able to signal to Liang Jingmo just now. But on the other hand, the space that can hide a person is obviously more than enough if it is used to put things.

For example, Xiang Nanxing once saw a simple bomb made in a movie, the raw material is only the most common TNT explosives, which can be easily obtained in the black market, and the part of the detonator is directly used by mobile phones. After the bomb is completed, it can be detonated by simply dialing the mobile phone that acts as the detonator, which is very easy to operate, but potentially very powerful.

Remembering the previous conversation, Luo Lun repeatedly tried to ask him if there was a whole team of people following him, as if to lure them all into this room, and then ......

A very terrifying scene flashed in Xiang Nanxing's mind.

"Press the shield!"

Frightened, he only had time to shout this sentence.

At the same moment, on the other side of the secret passage in the wall, Luo Lun also heard this shout.

"It's too late." He sneered.

If you can hear the shouting, it means that the bug signal is still there, and that is enough. Even if the other person reacts in time and presses his blocker, it will take at least a second before and after.

And at this moment, Luo Lun had already pressed the dial button of the mobile phone fiercely. Although I don't know if there are other people behind it for the time being, this explosion can only kill and injure these two in the room at most, but now, I can't care about it so much.

"Die!" He growled.

The next second, there was a dull loud noise in the headphones. The surveillance screen didn't even have time to broadcast the explosion scene, and it directly turned into a full screen of snowflakes.

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