to uncover the information.As soon as he thought of the power that even the Ouyang family couldn't touch, Ouyang Wudi felt a sense of powerlessness. It was a feeling of helplessness, being oppressed a...Oh.

This note is the main melody that Li Ming hears every time he has a hallucination.

After hearing this voice for the first time, Li Ming immediately thought of the word "primordial monster."

After returning to the surface, I secretly searched online for information related to that sound.

Sounds that seem like hallucinations should not be hallucinations, but rather a kind of diligent object hearing, ultrasonic waves that cannot be judged.

Just like a few days ago, when Professor Wang from the Jinghua Institute gave Li Nanfang a comprehensive check-up again, using advanced instruments to capture that kind of sound.

More like the internet rumors, mysterious sound waves that constantly echo in the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean.

Li Ming dared to guarantee that if a special sonar detector was brought over, it would definitely yield astonishing results.

But he dared not.

Therefore, every time I come here, after hearing that sound, my heart pounds with fear and I instinctively reach for my gun.

The moment his finger touched the grip, he jerked it back.

Shen Yunzhi must have also felt that hallucination, otherwise his pupils wouldn't have constricted suddenly and stopped in his tracks.

Both Li Ming and I are different.

Knowing that the Seventh Room existed, Shen Yun, who had been there before on March 3rd accompanying her grandfather to Canglong Mountain Villa, had only stayed on the top floor.

She's not coming out because she doesn't like this kind of place.

So this was her first time coming to the door of Room 7, and she clearly had auditory hallucinations.

Li Ming had already been enduring some kind of sound that was unbearable, and when Shen Yun first heard it, she naturally felt terrified.

Instinctively, a thought popped into my head: "Grandpa's making me go die."

If Shen Mingqing hadn't wanted her dead, how could he have locked her in Room 7 to prevent her from informing Duan Chuhang that the Huaxia military exercise plan had been leaked

She could be left in Seoul, in any random room, under the care of those two ferocious women. That would be enough.

In the muffled click-clacking sound, Li Ming held his breath and slowly maneuvered the "rudder."

He was doing this painstaking work, but his eyes were fixed on the LCD screen on the iron gate.

The display shows indicators such as the air temperature inside Room 7.

He didn't look at those, he just stared at the noise level on the display.

The noise level displayed clearly, as he slowly opened the door with his diligent work, the numbers from 7.3 suddenly dropped to zero.

What does this explain

If it can only be explained that there is a monster in Room No. 7, then when it heard someone opening the duty mechanism, it immediately stopped its roaring and focused all its attention on this side. When the door opened—it might suddenly pounce over, open its blood basin, and bite the person in half.

Of course, this was all in Li Ming's heart's fantasy.

But who could explain why, when he opened the door, his hallucinations and the noise on the display all vanished at once

Inside, there really is something.

Li Ming silently said to himself, and when he felt a slight click, he let go of his hands.

The iron gate mechanism has already been opened.

The surface is not visible, but just push it gently with your hand and the door will open.

Although he had only turned ten or so times, Li Ming felt like he had spent an entire day carrying sacks of potatoes at the train station.

He had this feeling, of course, because his heart was too tight.

What made him even more anxious was that as soon as he put his hands down, the hallucination appeared again.

The noise level on the LCD screen on the iron gate rose like a stone thrown into water, the numbers shooting up rapidly from zero to thirty-eight.

Li Ming had seen this kind of thing before.

But every time he sees it, he gets scared.

This was because he really couldn't figure out what, exactly, was inside Room Number Seven.

The unknown and mysterious is what people fear most.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Li Ming quickly stepped back two paces and, for the third time, gestured to Shen Yun with a raised hand, inviting her to proceed.

If this were Yue Zitong, she probably would have already grabbed a knife and chopped off his hand: "Get out of my face! Always reaching for things!"

Chen Yun is not here.

When Li Ming nervously stared at the monitor as the door opened, she too was watching intently.

Hallucinations and noticeable changes in the noise level made Shen Yun, who was entering Room 7 for the first time, even more afraid than Li Ming.

If this were normal circumstances, she would have turned and run away long ago.

Luckily—she was heartbroken enough now, wishing she could die to apologize to Emperor Duan Shu.

I'm not afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of

Furthermore, something in Room 7 might not necessarily harm her.

Are there any other possibilities

Don't forget that Shen Mingqing goes in once a year and nothing happens to him.

Completely despairing of this world, Shen Yun stood there, staring at the door for a moment in silence before slowly walking towards it.

As she approached the door, she gently pushed it open with her hand.

The heavy iron gate, which should have required considerable force to open, creaked slowly backward with almost no effort at all.

After the door was pushed open, Li Ming unconsciously looked at the noise level on the door panel.

The noise level is zero.

With a light click, the iron gate shut behind Shen Yun as he stepped inside, sealing him off from the outside world.

There are no hallucinations.

The noise level on the display is still zero.

Li Ming dared not stay any longer.

After completing the tasks assigned by his master, he didn't want to stay here for another second, even if someone held a gun to the back of his head.

He rushed down the hallway, strode into the elevator, and after the elevator doors slowly closed, began to rise. Only then did Li Ming let out a long sigh of relief, feeling his face flush.

He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, only to realize it was a cold sweat.

As he walked out from the rising super platter, and watched as the platter slowly returned to its original shape, Li Ming felt that familiar sense of exhilaration he got every year on March 3rd.

It was like a drowning person on the verge of death, suddenly being rescued to the surface of the water and gasping for fresh air.

Reborn.

After being reborn, people would love to lie flat on the ground, be stroked by the light breeze, and accept the baptism of divine light. They wouldn't even bother to move for half an hour.

Li Ming also wants to be like that.

But he dared not.

The head of the Shen family was still waiting for his message.

"Sir, your phone call."

The young and beautiful secretary gently reminded Shen Mingqing, who was looking at his laptop, after her phone buzzed incessantly.

"Hmm."

Shen Mingqing hummed softly, his eyes still fixed on the screen, extending his right hand.

The young secretary sitting by the desk understood immediately and took out her phone, handing it to him with both hands.

"Said."

Shen Mingqing whispered a single word into his ear.

Li Ming, who called to report the situation, didn't dare to waste any words. He simply said that he had already sent the young lady to room number seven according to the old master's instructions.

"Hmm."

Just after a single word, Shen Mingqing was about to hand his phone to the secretary when he suddenly asked, "How is she feeling"

"Apathetic."

Li Ming pondered for a moment before replying in that way.

Actually, he wanted to use the idiom "walking with a limp and carrying meat" to describe Shen Yun's appearance as he entered Room Number Seven.

"Okay."

Shen Ming nodded, and then handed his phone to the secretary. He lowered his head and looked back at his computer.

Like an old fox like him, he had long since cultivated to the point where no matter what happened, his heart remained unruffled.

The more important a matter is, the calmer he becomes.

There was no doubt that Shen Yun's acquisition of this top-secret華夏 (China) military exercise plan from Duan Shuchang was a major event that would keep him perfectly calm.

Only then could he "evaluate" the authenticity of this top-secret document and how credible it was.

He looked at it slowly, bit by bit, and occasionally glanced at another laptop.

A certain folder within that laptop contained detailed information related to the Chinese military.

Who could have imagined that youth entertainment, which gained a huge market in China under the guise of amusement, is like an octopus. While it pours South Korean culture into the mainland, it also quietly extends many tentacles to probe for valuable information from government, military, and business circles

Although any country will invest a great deal of human and material resources in counterintelligence, over a period of several years, some loopholes are bound to appear.

Some people, unable to withstand the allure of money and beauty, secretly leak military secrets abroad.

The youth entertainment industry is full of stunning beauties with endless riches.

As long as you are firm in your belief of a goal and keep working hard towards it, you will eventually reap some rewards.

Otherwise, Shen Mingqing wouldn't have had so many fragmented intelligence reports related to the Huaxia military on this offline computer.

The earliest one was seven years ago.

Now that it's said, it's worthless.

But these bits of information, were his stepping stones to the latest news.

He retained it in good condition and could deduce the latest information from it about the Chinese military in certain areas.

After an unknown amount of analysis, deliberation, and judgment, Shen Mingqing's lips slowly curled into a smug smile.

The exercise plan Duan Shuhuang sent as a gift to please his granddaughter is 80% realistic.

Shen Mingqing didn't have to worry much. This was a smoke screen deliberately released by the mainland to mislead foreign enemies.

Seeing the old master smile, the beautiful young secretary who had been kneeling beside him all along also relaxed.

Shen Mingqing's silence for an hour and a half left the little secretary feeling utterly drained. She didn't even dare to breathe deeply, afraid of disrupting his train of thought.

He dared not quietly slip away.

If the master needs her to do something and she's not around, the consequences will certainly not be good.

As expected, the old master needed her to do something: "Call the eldest brother and tell him to come here within half an hour."

"Yes."

The little secretary nodded immediately, got up from her desk and took out her phone. After dialing a number, she spoke softly in a few words.

After making sure the other party understood, the secretary ended the call and put her phone back on the desk.

Just as she was about to retract her hand, her slender wrist was grasped by Shen Mingqing.

The little secretary's body trembled slightly, her cheeks immediately flushing with a rosy hue. She gently bit her lip and slowly lowered her head.

Two people were kneeling in front of the desk.

The little secretary kept a distance of one meter from Shen Mingqing, standing to his left front.

This way, when she bends down, her small head will perfectly fit between the man's legs.

Without Shen Mingqing needing to say anything, the little secretary knew what she should do next.

Slowly unbuckled his belt, slowly taking it down —

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