"whee."

The sudden laughter made Zhang Feng's hands tremble and he tore out a page from his notebook.

Uh-huh?

Zhang Feng looked around, but he didn't realize where the sound came from in such a small space.

Is there a ghost that wants to get up close and personal with him?

No, he doesn't want such a sticker.

Lifting up the camera he had been holding in his hand, Zhang Feng tensed his body and looked completely focused.

My palms were sweaty and my back was wet.

It feels very sticky and uncomfortable.

Although the lights above his head were very bright, Zhang Feng felt that the surroundings were particularly dark.

It was as if... someone was watching him.

"Hehe, hahahaha."

The voice came again, and this time Zhang Feng heard it clearly.

His eyes moved to the door blocked by the desk, and he knew that the source of the sound was from inside the door.

The door was very dirty and there was only one thing that was out of place.

His eyes unconsciously looked at the shiny door handle.

It seems that He Yunwei often twists it.

Do you want to open it... go in and take a look?

Zhang Feng swallowed the liquid secreted in his mouth with a "gudong" sound.

He was a little nervous.

What's behind the door?

Curiosity was constantly at work, urging him to find out.

Open it.

The devil in my heart is whispering.

This door seemed to have magic power, attracting Zhang Feng and making him eager to open it.

Zhang Feng touched the door handle, and the next moment!

"Crack!"

The sudden static electricity rushed to his fingertips, causing him to retract his hand suddenly.

Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and his pupils shrank.

He looked at his hands subconsciously, and the headache on his fingertips made him sober up.

His sixth sense told him... something wasn't right.

How could he be so careless?

Calm down! You must be calm at this moment.

Curiosity kills cats happens every day. Don’t just open a door just because of impulse.

Zhang Feng seemed to have forgotten the momentum he had in climbing down the ladder resolutely before.

Identity changed into Ming Steamed Egg Ke Lan.

He widened his eyes and looked at the door in front of him carefully.

The door is pushed inwards.

The table in front of it is not very high either, just halfway to the door.

People outside the door can easily enter the door without moving the table.

In other words... blocking the table will not affect its use at all.

If you think about it carefully, blocking it with a table would be too rude, as if you are deliberately trying to push people away.

If you want a hidden door... wouldn't it be better to block it with a bookshelf?

Don’t like the bookshelf being too heavy to carry?

Then it shouldn't be blocked by a table that serves no purpose.

It's better to use a table than not to block it, it's all the same anyway.

Don't worry... Zhang Feng... put yourself in someone else's shoes.

What would you do if you had a base full of secrets and didn't want anyone to discover your secrets?

If it were him.

It will first use some insignificant secrets to satisfy the intruder's eyes.

After arousing their curiosity, let them delve deeper into it.

So...how can we not be exposed?

The best way is to kill someone and silence them.

How can an old man over seventy years old kill someone without any magical powers?

Set a trap!

A trap that... is impossible to avoid.

The table...can block a person's way forward.

No one will sit at the table and open the door.

If he sets up traps on the ground except for furniture... then the moment he opens the door.

The intruder will be completely destroyed.

And... what is the best trigger? It is undoubtedly the door handle.

Zhang Feng put his hands on the table and carefully observed the handle of the wooden door.

Although the light was very bright, Zhang Feng still discovered something strange through his unremitting efforts.

An extremely thin wire is wrapped around the end of the door handle.

It is sandwiched between the door and continues underground.

It looks like a fishing line, and the handle is like a fishhook.

Zhang Feng is the big fish who wants to bite the hook but is still cautiously testing.

He turned the doorknob slightly, as if he was caring for his most precious treasure.

The silk thread trembles slightly as the handle turns.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of rusty gears slowly turning.

"Ka Zhi Zhi..."

This kind of sound makes people's hair stand on end, as if they will fall into the endless abyss with this sound the next moment.

Zhang Feng frowned and stopped his arms.

Thought:

Oops...it looks like there's a big guy waiting for me.

He didn't dare to turn around anymore.

If something unexpected happens, the gain outweighs the loss.

Turn it back to its original position intact.

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and his rapidly beating heart gradually returned to its original state.

Next...it's time to see where the mechanism is.

He carefully lowered himself down, got under the table, and followed the line to find its end.

The line of sight follows closely.

The silk thread stuck to the table legs, rubbed against the wall, made a long circle around the room, and went behind the bookshelf.

That is to say... there is something behind the bookshelf.

Do you want to move away and take a look?

emmmmm, but what if the mechanism is triggered directly by moving the bookshelf?

"Tsk...it's a little difficult."

Zhang Feng clicked his tongue, but instead of standing up immediately, he knocked on the ground with his hand.
To be continued...