"It's... What's going on? I asked Mu Zihan in a panic, knowing that I had inadvertently fallen into a catastrophe. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Siyuan, you go away, I'll start trying. Tell me your birthday......" Mu Zihan was also stunned, and then said angrily. And, before I could react, he dragged me straight away and started typing my password into the digital screen.

However, after he entered a string of numbers, the very mechanical voice that had been counting down suddenly changed his words and said: "The password was entered incorrectly the first time, you have two more chances, please re-enter it." After speaking, he continued to count: "19, 18, 17......"

"Bastard, it's not my birthday." Mu Zi slapped the screen coldly, turned his head to look at me and shouted: "Why are you still stunned, do you want to be blown up to the sky together?" Tell me your birthday. ”

"Oh, oh." Mu Zihan's roar made me come back to my senses a little, and I was busy telling him my date of birth.

However, then I heard the voice say, "The password is entered incorrectly for the second time, you have one more chance, please re-enter it." 14、 13……”

At this moment, in this dark underground passage, the air seemed to freeze, I only felt that I was so nervous and depressed that I was about to lose my breath, goosebumps all over my body, my scalp was numb, and my heart was beating wildly, and I was about to jump out of my throat.

If the last time I was surrounded by dozens of armed men at General Ali's mansion, I was scared to death, then I am almost scared to death now.

Fortunately, Mu Zihan is still relatively calm at this time, although this calmness is only compared to me, but, at least, he has not given up.

I only heard him roar anxiously: "Bastard, what the hell is the password?" ”

At the same time, the mechanical electronic voice is still counting down to death: "10, 9......"

Suddenly, Mu Zihan seemed to realize something, and after being stunned for a moment, he said to himself: "Wait, since the fingerprints and voiceprints are Siyuan, and even count our action patterns under anger, that is to say, this old bastard knows our affairs very well, and it has even reached a very terrifying level." So, will this password be ......"

As he spoke, he beeped on the operation screen and quickly entered a string of numbers. This time, I finally didn't immediately hear the pesky "password mistyped sound". Instead, it was about a few seconds before the rigid electronic voice sounded again: "The code is correct, the door will open in 10 seconds." ”

Hearing this voice, Mu Zihan and I both breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground as soon as we sat down, panting constantly.

I just felt that I was as soft as a puddle of mud, and I was almost losing the strength to move a finger, and I was wet all over my body, full of sweat, and my clothes were sticky to my body, but I didn't have the heart to care about it.

Looking at the "3" word of the countdown on the display screen of the door lock of the gate, I felt a strong sense of the aftermath in my heart. I really didn't expect that in just over 20 seconds, the two of us turned around in front of the ghost gate.

This is, the door made a "beep" sound, a long and sharp warning sound, and then, the heavy iron door, in a shake, began to slowly open.

Seeing that as the door gradually opened, the light that came through the crack in the door became brighter and brighter, and after Mu Zihan and I glanced at each other, we couldn't help but laugh when we saw each other's embarrassed appearance by using this beam of light that slowly widened from slender length. At this moment, the lingering palpitations in our hearts gradually faded, and the sense of accomplishment that finally opened this door spontaneously emerged.

Amid our laughter, the door finally opened completely.

However, when we stood up and saw the sudden opening up behind the door, we were both completely shocked, and this visual impact actually made us forget to enter the door for a while.

What kind of basement is this, no, is this really a basement? Is there such a palatial basement? I would not have any doubts about this resplendent scene, even if it is the presidential suite of some luxury hotels.

The spaciousness, the lavish decoration, the bright daylight and the extravagant furnishings make it impossible to imagine that this is under the ground in a slum on the outskirts of the city.

This kind of room, not to mention not to be seen in the slums, is estimated to be rare even in the city. Compared with General Ali's annex and the castle on the other side of the manor, they are not far behind, the difference is only their own style.

The castle of the manor on the other side is a kind of magnificent and heroic precipitated by history, showing the grandeur of medieval European castles; General Ali's annex is exquisite and elegant, quiet in the middle of noisy, and has ingenuity; The style of this basement is rich and luxurious, and the furnishings in the hall are just right, so that people are clearly in a piece of gold, but there is no trace of earthy feeling, and there is only the high-end atmosphere and brilliance.

I really didn't expect that behind this heavy iron door, there was such a unique scene, and I was almost completely attracted by the scene in front of me.

"Zihan, this, we can't be dreaming. Or are we actually dead and this is heaven? I asked in amazement.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's not a paradise, because there are no dead bodies in heaven." Unlike my exclamation, Mu Zihan's face couldn't help but become solemn again after his face was shocked.

With that, before I could speak, I walked straight through the door and into the basement hall, and walked quickly to the table on the left side of the hall.

And at this moment, I realized that a figure was lying quietly on the table, motionless, as if it was asleep. However, according to Mu Zihan, this person should have died. I just don't know how he was sure it was a corpse from so far away.

When I followed Mu Zihan and came to this person's side, I saw the white foam that slipped from the corners of his mouth and the blood that might have bitten his lip because of the pain, so it flowed on the table, and I finally determined that Mu Zihan was right, this was indeed a dead man.

Without Mu Zihan's instructions, I reacted immediately, took out my mobile phone, and began to take pictures of the corpse from all angles.

After making sure that all the photos and video materials were left, Mu Zihan and I slowly laid this quiet person in the basement on the floor while Mu Zihan conducted a further examination of the body.

(To be continued)