Could it be that in a short period of time, it floated behind the observation glass?

The darkness in my eyes was not because the lights were not turned on in the room inside, but because the black curtain covering it was stuck to the glass?

Fan Ning's scalp felt numb and he quickly stopped thinking.

He turned around and saw that room No. 12 was opposite him. He quickly opened the door and walked in, then closed it behind him.

To prevent accidents, the sealed room cannot be locked from the inside. Only the buffer room can be locked. However, after closing such a thick iron door, people finally feel a little safer.

Fan Ning did not dare to take another breath and waste time. He quickly put the label with the name "Sheeran Conner" on the cork of the drift bottle.

Then he opened the suitcase on the shelf, grabbed the black mobile phone inside, and put the mobile phone model inside.

Feeling the cold and long-lost familiarity in his hands, and thinking that after traveling for more than half a year, his belongings were finally back, Fan Ning finally let out a long breath.

It was destined to be noticed by the Special Inspection Bureau. Since this was to be done, it was impossible to leave no trace at all, including the fact that the "coffee cup" was not taken out later which was also a small problem.

But Fan Ning believed that he had tried his best to conceal the matter in this matter.

The first time he made a request, he paid a deposit, and the second time he paid the balance to pick up the goods. He hired idle people on the street. His appearance was still that of Vasius, and his name was "Dalton".

What's more, there is not much difference in essence between a dead mobile phone and a mobile phone model.

Even if it is discovered, this series of measures will always make the time later and the investigation more difficult.

Fan Ning reluctantly stuffed the time-travel witness into a drift bottle and prepared to go out.

At this time, he looked through the observation glass of his own door and saw the observation glass of the opposite door.

"What's going on? The light in the room opposite is on again?" Fan Ning was stunned for a moment.

It seems that I was really overthinking just now, and maybe there was a small problem with the circuit on the opposite side.

He opened the door and took steps.

At this step, his hand trembled with fear, and the bottle containing the mobile phone almost slipped out of his hand.

A few steps away from the opposite door of Room 11, there is a black rectangular object hanging on the wall of the corridor!

That painting "The Room of Pain" was hung outside the corridor at some point!

He suddenly shrank back into room 12.

If you want to go back to the original steps, you have to walk past the "Pain Room".

There was really no time. After the scene was in a stalemate for half a minute, Fan Ning walked out with a raised voice.

He had no choice but to turn around "right under his nose" in "The Room of Pain", first close the door of Room 12, restore the observation glass, and then walk past it at a moderate speed, pretending to be calm.

In those short few seconds, Fan Ning felt that there was some visual organ behind him looking at him, then he felt that the black curtain would suddenly be opened, and then he felt that the content of this painting did not seem to be the delivery room and delivery bed.

, but something else is added

The "gel membrane" on his wrist was so painful that he didn't dare to look back. Fortunately, there seemed to be no more noise in the "Pain Room" behind him. When he left the corridor and returned to the deep and long

When climbing the stairs, the tension in my wrists finally slowly disappeared.

Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, quickly climbed up the steps, and restored the warning strips one by one.

There is a destruction room at the end of each level of sealing room. Naturally, Fan Ning will not go to the end of the B-level sealing room just now. He chooses to go back to the corridor on the top floor where ordinary weird items are kept.

The white lights in the destruction room are glaring, the tiles are stained, there are a series of devices used to perform incineration, crushing, dissolving and other operations on the operating table or on the floor, and there is a sewage dumping pool in the corner.

From the appearance, it is a bit close to an "enlarged version of the squat toilet".

When Fan Ning pointed the drift bottle at the top of the large "toilet mouth", a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Who knew what he was doing? Flushing the toilet with his mobile phone?

But things had come to this point, and there was no choice. He let go, and with a burst of water splashing, he turned the flushing lever next to him.

Since Benjamin could put the drift bottle in the river and then float it into the pool in the half-empty garden of the Boethius Hotel, maybe this is really a ritual vessel that can forcibly connect cause and effect regardless of logic.

If that's the case, it seems to have no meaning whether you throw it into the river or wash it all the way down the sewer.

After finishing the important things that needed to be done and staying away from all the strange things below, Fan Ning finally sighed with relief, hid the "gel membrane" and turned back all the way to the swing-type explosion-proof door at the entrance.

The cast iron door slowly opened.

Fan Ning found a gentleman wearing a fedora hat, blond hair, blue eyes and a hooked nose standing in front of him.

This person is Salman, the head of the Ufranser branch of the Special Patrol Office.
Chapter completed!