After eating and tidying up, the old man took Syk to his room. It's late today, and Rick doesn't have to go to work. Rick memorized the route as he walked, intending to run away as soon as the old dryad left.

The staff dormitory is located deep in the park, at least hundreds of meters away from the gate. The building also looks like it was designed to accommodate at least fifty people, but none of the lights are on now.

The old man stepped on the broken screen door lying on the floor of the Kawado with Xi Ke, and led Xi Ke to a brand new steel door at the bottom of the corridor on the first floor, pushed the door open, and said, "This is your room. It has been cleaned and the quilts and pillows are new. 」

Nick looked into the room cautiously and fearfully. From what I saw earlier, the dormitory must be no different from the ruins, and it turns out that compared to the room given to him by the previous boss of Xike, this is a paradise at all.

The room was clean and tidy, with a bed and a small table, and a magic lamp on the ceiling. The cement paint on the walls is smooth and does not peel off. The "Yellow Chick Playing on the Grass" with a sheet and pillowcase looks like a child's use, but Rick doesn't care about that.

Nick saw a large window in the room facing the door, about two meters high and one meter wide. Now the curtains are drawn. So he stepped forward to open the curtains, but the old man was holding out his withered branch hand and hooking Xike's sleeve to prevent him from touching the curtains.

"The sun has already set, don't open the windows. The old man said. He pressed his face close to Rick, his brow furrowed up, slightly widening the two eye slits underneath. So Rick could finally see his eyes. The old dryant's eyeballs were completely black, the whites of his eyes could not be seen, and there were strange yellow bright spots swirling in his pupils, and the trajectory was very similar to the result of putting some floating balls in a water cup and then drawing circles and stirring in the same direction. He guessed it was some kind of eye lesion that older people would have.

Rick craned his neck away from the old dryad, and replied, "Yes, yes. 」

The old man was satisfied with Xi Ke's answer, and his smile was almost in his ears, his eyes narrowed, and he buried himself under the wrinkled skin again. He shuffled his feet and slowly walked backwards to the door: "No leave of the room after nine o'clock, have a good rest, good night." He closed the door as he exited the room, and then he heard a small "Qi-pop." 」

The location where the sound is coming from, the height is about where the doorknob is. It sounds like a small solid object made of metal, sliding on a flat surface of the same material, and then entering a tenon, and the sound of zuihou hitting wood.

It's the sound of a locked door.

Rick rushed to the door, grabbed the doorknob and turned it hard, but the doorknob only moved slightly before it stuck, and he was locked inside!

"Good sleep. I'll call you tomorrow when I have breakfast. The old man said through the door. The fluffy tail sounds quite pleasant.

Nick kicked the door, only to make him jump on one foot in pain. In this place where everything is in disrepair, his room is a brand new steel door, could it be that it is specially installed to close the newcomer?

Neither the floor nor the ceiling looked like there were any holes in the pipes, and the only way left for Syk to escape the room was the large window. The old man locked the door to spur Xike's desire to escape even more, and he ignored the warning and opened the curtains with both hands.

There is no view from this window, because there is no view of the outside. The iron windows were tightly covered with yellow seals, leaving not even a single crevice that could breathe in the air, and they were simply pasted into a whole paper wall. These are no ordinary seals, they are stamped with the red mark of the Staff of Light. These seals have the effect of a spell block, and unless these things are removed first, wall-piercing spells will be blocked, and it will not be possible to turn the window into a portal to another place with a spell.

At this moment, the thought that came to Xi Ke's heart was: How difficult is this place, and how hard to use such drastic means to prevent the newcomer from escaping?

Rick closed the curtains much slower than he had pulled them apart. He stooped down to open the large leather box on the ground and took out the sacrificial knife that was pressed at the bottom. This plain black wood-handled dagger was one of his most important assets, probably as important as dentures were to the old dryad. If he had a safe, he would probably want to lock the knife in it too.

Xi Ke was originally a mage who used Soni spells, a spell used by a nationally known cult group. After leaving there, he went to the Spell School to learn modern spells. In his life, he had used Sony's spells far more than modern ones, so when he needed to use them, he instinctively thought of Sony's practices first. And the sacrificial knife is an important medium for the spells of the Soni language. Although Soni spells are not forbidden now, because the cult incident was so famous, to most people, "Soni mage" is still synonymous with "bad guy". Xi Ke couldn't show the sacrificial knife generously, but only hid it like this.

It should be about nine o'clock by now, maybe a little later. Rick had no intention of complying with the nine-point ban. For him, rules are meant to be broken. He stood in front of the door, wondering if he was going to ask the demon to swallow it, this door seemed to be one of the few things in the place that could still be sold for money, and Rick didn't want to do anything with it. This new manpower support facility is not easy to deal with, and the person who pretends to think that the newcomer in this place must be a mage, with an enchantment on it, and the lockpicking technique is ineffective against it.

While thinking about how to leave, Xi Ke tapped the doorknob with the handle of the sacrificial knife, making a sound of "tuk, tuk, tuk". Suddenly, the door panel jumped towards him, and a cold wind blew in through the cracks in the doors on all sides.

Frightened, Rick took a big step back. The door jerked again, knocking to the ceiling and dropping a few debris. It's like a big bull banging on the door outside. The door didn't move for three seconds, so he took a small step in the direction of the door, and after two seconds, there was a continuous metal knocking outside the door, and the sound became louder and louder, and then it looked like several heavy metal bands were playing outside the door, and there were a lot of dancers jumping and jumping.

Rick turned and jumped onto the bed, grabbed the sacrificial knife and buried himself in the chicken quilt, covering his head and curling into a ball.

The next morning, the old man came to call Rick for breakfast. When Xi Ke went out, he saw that there were more than two dozen dents on the outside of the brand-new steel plate door that were not there yesterday.

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After breakfast, the old man led the sleep-deprived Xike to work.

As he walked, the old man said, "If you're hungry, go to the kitchen and cook snacks by yourself, where is the refrigerator, do you remember? But don't run out after nine o'clock, if you want to eat supper, prepare it with dinner, bring it into the room, and take the dishes out and wash them the next day." Don't run to the kitchen in the middle of the night. 」

Nick wondered if he would be able to arrive in the kitchen in the middle of the night under the envelope of the sealed iron windows and steel doors.

The old man walked over to a door with a silver sign. The sign reads: "Decomposition Room".

Although this door is not as new as the door of Xike, the heaviness of the one-piece molding, the seven stainless steel heavy locks embedded in the side of the door, and the dense suppression circle engraved with it, should be used to lock up the guys who are more able to escape than newcomers.

The old man grasped the wheeled grip of the lock with both hands, and turned it in circles one by one, and he said in between breaths, "This place was in the earliest days - it used automatic doors. It's the kind of door like the Prime Minister's Office – which opens when someone approaches – and closes by itself when someone leaves. At that time, there were not many automatic doors—how envious others were of that neat appearance—and as a result, the garbage kept opening the door and running out to wander, making us have to pick up garbage everywhere every day after work—the garbage used to rush to the houses outside to make a fuss, so we had to replace it with the current door—everyone was so frustrated at that time—I should have retired at my age, and now I don't have the strength to catch the garbage—"

What the hell is the garbage wandering around?What the hell is that?Rick frowned, imagining what it was. Rick's job is a "magical waste decomposer", and his job is exactly what he says. Many commercial magic weapons have a complex structure, and like technology products, they cannot be thrown away and burned whole, but must be disassembled first and each part of the product must be sorted and disposed of. Rick thinks it's his job to do it, but hopefully it's not wishful thinking.

When the door opened, the situation inside reminded him of the torture chamber of a cult group.

The walls were supposed to be a pleasant shade of green, but they had faded into uneven patches of yellow and green, sprayed with various unknown liquids over the years, leaving stains and signs of corrosion. In addition to the paint-free cabinets and rows of filing cabinets, there are eight disassembly tables that look like stainless steel operating tables.

The unpretentious and durable dismantling table is surrounded by chilling equipment. Each table is equipped with a large iron cage, and each of the solid iron bars used to make the cage is thicker than an adult man's thumb. There are also handcuffs and shackles welded to the table on the table. The edge of each table has a part input opening that leads directly to the processing field. Instead of screwdrivers, there are chainsaws, hydraulic shears, metal hammers, bone knives and other things that are perfect for dismembering the human body.

One of the tables was already in use. It was a young man about the same age as Xi Ke. He had long, dark brown hair that was neatly tied up with a dark blue headband. His skeleton was upright and slender, and he wore a stand-up collar-trimmed mage robe that was clearly valuable. The robe had a satin sheen that the bargains of the Rick wore would not have, and it was embroidered with silk threads of similar colors like rippling protection totems. A gemstone brooch is worn on the neckline. Of course, there is not a single thread that falls off in the most common way in Xi Ke.

It looks like he was born and raised in a junkyard, and he looks like he's supposed to be at an upper-class banquet. He didn't feel like he was in the same space as the scenery around him, and although he happened to throw a box of screws into the sorting box, the action looked as graceful as waving his hand over the strings, making the ruins suddenly feel a little gorgeous.

Rick felt like a ghost who had gone out of time. If it was the fourth incinerator that had just been built in the mouth of the old dryad, maybe there would be someone like him.

The man turned to Rick's side and made eye contact with Rick. He smiled appropriately at Syke. Neither too enthusiastic and insensitive, nor too reserved to be mistaken for indifference, he expressed a moderate amount of affection to Xi Ke. Xi Ke always felt that he had seen such a skillful smiling face somewhere, but the relevant memories involved psychological trauma, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Hello, are you the new decomposer?" the man asked Syke. This man's voice is good, soft and full of rhythm, not hurried or slow, and the pronunciation is mixed with a little deliberate deviation of taste in the standard. Rick determined that this was characteristic of the upper classes of society. "You can call me a little ballast. The man laughed. His facial features still look a little childish, with a laid-back temperament that can only be cultivated in a materially abundant environment, and a pair of round golden eyes shine with curiosity.

"My name is Rick. Hello. 」