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"What about people?"

These were Ivar's first words as he returned to the Frontrooms.

No one responded to Ivar, and the manager, those who had come with him, and the two staff members who had kept order in had all gone.

Ivar was born into a family with a long tradition of hunting, and as a child his grandfather would take him with a shotgun to search the jungle for prey, which gave him the ability to scout and track.

Leaning low and looking at the ground, he eliminated the traces of his size 43 rubber-soled shoes, and most of the remaining shoe prints were interrupted in front of the [storage room], and the remaining two pairs of footprints disappeared from the side aisle.

Maybe they're going to play multiplayer in a small room together? Ivar shrugged, he was a good man who was clean and self-conscious.

"Oh?"

Following his footsteps to the door of the [storage room], Ivar found a new clue - the doorknob here seemed to be in a different state than before, as if someone had turned it hard

It seems that the great detective Ivar has found a clue that can solve his doubts.

Ivar then sat down on the bench at the front desk, fiddling with his limited-edition Zippo lighter, pulling his cigarette out of his trouser pocket with his right hand and starting to smoke.

. Ivar laughed coldly, who would mess around in someone else's territory? If this encounters other people's secrets and prohibitions, whether he can get out at that time is a different matter, and he doesn't feel that his so-called "contemporary heir to the original shareholders" has a connection with this organization that can make him mess around.

Waiting is the best option, just wait for the manager to remember him and wait for him to take him away.

.......

Eleven cigarette butts were scattered at Ivar's feet, and Ivar had his last cigarette in his mouth, and there were only two puffs left for it.

"You'd better not tell me that this is something special happening right now."

Ivar grabbed his hair irritably, threw the remaining smoke from his mouth on the floor and stepped on it: "Merde .....", a thick, choking smoke accompanied by a foul mouth.

Ivar patted the ashes on his black fur trench coat and strode towards the gate. He was no longer involved in this matter.

So the gate was closed and went up, and the sunlight outside belonged only to the outside world, and the inside belonged to the inside.

Now Ivar knows.

"What am I going to do next? Playing a game of decryption? Such a big organization lost me all at once? ”

Ivar was a little irritable, this situation was not a good thing, he encountered a supernatural event in the base of a [family partner] that he could trust for the time being, that is, what kind of anomaly.

Calm down. Ivar tried to slow his breathing.

Gao Jun's breath under the bridge of his nose gradually stabilized, and Ivar gritted the root of his teeth and lowered his eyes slightly, no one knew what this man from France wanted to do.

Sorting out your thoughts, first of all, it is impossible for an organization to do this level of prank for no reason, something must have happened, and the question is whether this is directed at him or against the organization?

With the thrill and adrenaline rush that had not been felt for a long time, Ivar felt like he had regained the feeling he had as a hunter in the jungle.

Now he is the prey, but as long as he has enough preparation and coping strategies, he may not be able to survive, and it is more important than swapping identities.

Ivar looked at the closed door, this is the "trap" that keeps the prey from escaping, and if the prey is caught, the hunter will usually take the trap directly, unless it ......

"Unless the other party doesn't have the ability, or doesn't have it for the time being."

Safe for the time being. Ivar's inner turmoil eased slightly.

How to get out of trouble? Directly forcing a force to ram the gate?

If it is a porcupine, it will force its way out with the spikes of the "condom".

However, Ivar does not have such a strong body and ability, and Ivar also knows that most of the traps are to rush towards the "breach" and become more and more compact, until he is finally strangled to death.

If it's a tortoise or a bird......

Anyone who is willing to be a turtle with a shrunken head in the jungle is either a fool or a strong man, not to mention that this turtle does not even have a shell. It is extremely irrational to wait for any rescue in such a situation, and it is to surrender one's life to someone else's master.

The raven is a clever bird that follows a simple bamboo trap made by hunters to find a closure and tear it down. Perhaps that's the final answer.

Ivar has a direction, but it is a reckless man to face danger empty-handed.

Ivar looked around, and there were three doors in the room with signs [Storage], [Office One], [Front Desk Sales Department], and the aisle where the manager came, and this was all the way.

Ivar needs some weapons and items to help him, and the small marble statues might be a good choice.

The light and shadow hit the statue of Prometheus of the crucifixion, and the face looked dark under the light and shadow.

Ivar grabbed the statue by the waist and slammed the base against the wall:

"Click!"

You might as well come and help me if you suffer, you are a fire thief. Ivar couldn't help but make a joke in his heart, which soothed his tense spirit a little.

Hey, this does be a bit heavy!

Ivar felt a little unbalanced, leaned to the left, and increased the force of his right leg!

It's okay.

Ivar wiped his hands and looked at the other ornaments in the antechamber....

......

"Hello manager."

A staff member wearing a [Novice Operator] armband greeted the manager.

Oh, and look at his gear, police body armor, gun pouches, ammunition jackets, Kevlar helmets and a rifle! That's enough to make anyone from White Bear say "well-equipped"!

There are four such well-equipped people in each of the aisles here, and they have received three or four greetings from the time the manager has just walked out of the lounge and is about 300 meters away from here. Where did this organization get all this stuff?

The manager waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, hurry up and let me pass, something may go wrong." ”

The staff took out the permission card and swiped it on the access control: "Relax Manager, your task today is just to pick up newcomers, what can happen?" ”

"These newcomers are the descendants of those troublesome spirits, and I'm almost annoyed to death just by answering them, I'll make a bet with you, if I don't let people look at them for more than twenty minutes, they can lift the ceiling for me, believe it or not?"

The staff shrugged noncommittally: "Good luck then, anyway, you are responsible for what happens in the entire base." Besides, aren't you all running out this month, what are you afraid of? ”

The manager walked through the curfew with a black face, he was in a very bad mood today, very bad.

Ivar, on the other side, has found something useful after a devastating search.

The statue of two arms and head that was torn down because it was too heavy, a stack of ownerless banknotes found through the cracks of the desk at the front desk, some capacitors that had been kicked off the front desk computer for some unknown reason, a wall clock that somehow fell from the wall, and a Glock pistol and a magazine that had been left in a drawer in the office were thrown in a dark cabinet of drawers.

Well, Ivar is good at collecting gold, and he will return it when the time comes. Presumably.

The doors of the office and the front desk sales department are not closed, so it is natural to take things, but the question is, where should Ivar go now? Shoot an inexplicably closed door with a gun? To open that inexplicable utility room?

Or rather..... Go to the aisle that someone has already helped to get in and out?

The answer is obvious. Ivar casually ripped off the power cord of the front desk computer and wrapped it around his hand, which was a whip of good quality and power.

The black knee-length trench coat made the sound of grinding between the fabrics, and the rich chandelier in the hall cast a narrow shadow for Ivar.

Familiar with the thrill and sense of adventure, let's go.

Stepping on the shadow, Ivar stepped into the aisle.

......

Ten minutes after Ivar left, the chandelier on the ceiling suddenly fell, and the grips in the room began to spontaneously rotate. No one is doing anything here.

Ivar was gone, and the door to the aisle he had walked had closed on its own.

And the manager is still on his way.