It is believed that Cold-Blooded Thirteenth thought this place was very safe, and that no one had entered without his permission, so he simply placed these things here as he pleased.
Ye Lang had no awareness that he had trespassed and was not afraid of being discovered by Cold-Blooded Thirteenth. He went in and picked up these things to study them. He even disassembled these devices, which would obviously make people feel that something was wrong, of course, under normal circumstances.
Because Cold-Blooded Thirteenth didn't believe that someone could enter his place, he suspected that he had remembered it wrong.
It's no wonder he acted this way. After all, his door was meticulously designed, and he believed that even alchemy masters would be helpless against it, let alone Ye Lang and the others.
That's why he didn't suspect anything, allowing Ye Lang to continue messing around here!
After studying it for a long time, Ye Lang seemed to have figured it out. Although this alchemy was very magical, he could use his knowledge to make inferences.
I believe that no one in this world can deduce this from some scrap material; only he could do it.
However, this level is far from enough. Ye Lang needs to understand more, preferably with a systematic knowledge base. If there are no such books, at least there should be a finished product.
Therefore, Ye Lang now wants to enter the third laboratory. He knows that what he wants must be inside, but he also knows that if he enters again, Cold-Blooded Thirteenth will find out, and then he will not be able to continue to stay here.
What to do?
After careful consideration, Ye Lang decided to temporarily abandon this alchemy, since there are other alchemy techniques that interest him now, so there's no rush.
As for how long he pondered this, it probably took him—a dozen seconds!
And so, Ye Lang left the Second Laboratory, closed the door, then left the first laboratory and went to the house outside. He randomly found a room and began to fall fast asleep.
It's past midnight now, very late, so of course it's time to sleep.
However, under such circumstances, most people wouldn't just lie down and fall asleep like Ye Lang. At the very least, they would take some precautions to prevent someone from harming them.
However, at the headquarters of this Cold-Blooded Group, almost everyone was like this. No one could sleep as soundly as Ye Lang. They were all consciously on guard, and they couldn't completely trust even their own people. After all, they were the Cold-Blooded Group, a secret organization that walked on the edge of life and death.
They would probably envy Ye Lang for sleeping like that, but they would also say that Ye Lang was silly for not having any sense of self-protection.
Even if someone did say something about it, Ye Lang wouldn't care what others thought. Besides, there wasn't any yet, so Ye Lang naturally slept until dawn, and he didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky.
"Ah..." Ye Lang stretched comfortably as he woke up in the morning, letting out a pleasant yawn.
Ye Lang got dressed, took a shower as usual, changed into clean clothes, and then went to have breakfast. Everything seemed normal.
Wait a minute, this isn't his house, and he didn't prepare any of these things. How could everything be prepared? This seems very unusual.
The oblivious Ye Lang didn't seem to realize that all of this was actually abnormal. He just felt that these things should be prepared. Although there was no one to serve him, he hadn't been served by anyone in all the years since Tiger Girl left.
This situation is actually quite normal. Here, as long as someone checks in, someone will receive them. This is what the peripheral members of the Cold-Blooded Group, who are the nominal owners of this compound, are supposed to do.
They wouldn't question Ye Lang's identity, but since he was able to come here, wasn't restricted in his movements, and could even stay, they had to entertain him.
In fact, in addition to entertaining Ye Lang, they also had to prepare to entertain Cold-Blooded Thirteenth. Although Cold-Blooded Thirteenth might not necessarily come out, these things still needed to be prepared.
That's why Ye Lang acted this way—
"So full! Why is breakfast so plentiful..." Ye Lang clutched his stomach, looking like he was stuffed.
"Let's go for a walk to help digest!" Ye Lang originally wanted to read a book first, but since he was too full, he decided to take a walk after the meal.
So he decided to leave the courtyard and wander around, but this courtyard was not a place where he could wander around aimlessly.
As soon as Ye Lang left the courtyard, someone stopped him and asked where he was going.
Ye Lang looked at the other person but didn't answer their question. Instead, he asked, "Huh? That's strange. Why are you dressed so normally?"
It turned out that the other person was dressed like a normal person, without a cloak or mask, which made Ye Lang feel that something was wrong.
Because when he came here yesterday, everyone was wearing cloaks and masks, and he hadn't found a single one who looked normal.
"I am a servant here, so this is how I dress. We are not members of the group, so we don't need to, and are not qualified to, wear such attire!" the other person said respectfully.
"Oh, I see." Ye Lang nodded. "Then could you please let me pass?"
"No, you can't go out!" The servant shook his head and refused.
"Why?" Ye Lang asked, puzzled. He didn't understand why he couldn't go out.
"I've already given orders to keep a close eye on you. You're not allowed to wander around without the Lord Thirteenth's permission," the servant replied.
It was obvious that Cold-Blooded Thirteenth had already instructed people to keep an eye on Ye Lang, clearly not wanting him to leave, thus restricting his freedom.
However, Cold-Blooded Thirteenth had also instructed his men not to harm Ye Lang and to treat him well. Thus, Ye Lang became a distinguished guest under house arrest.
They had no freedom, but they were treated like VIPs!
"Oh, is that so? Then you just keep an eye on me. I'll just wander around here. This doesn't count as wandering around aimlessly, does it?" Ye Lang said casually.
"This..." The servant was taken aback. He hadn't thought of this before and was wondering if it matched what the higher-ups had said.
"What are you saying? Let's go. Don't lose me later and say I'm wandering around." Ye Lang walked straight past the servant and headed outside.
"Hey, hey..." The servant immediately chased after him, wanting to stop him, but seemed to feel there was no reason to stop him, so he had no choice but to give up and follow Ye Lang as he wandered around the courtyard.
As long as Ye Lang doesn't leave this compound, there shouldn't be any major problems. However, this is, after all, the headquarters of the Cold-Blooded Group. If anything changes, he can simply call for help and someone will come out to assist him.