Synchronization (2)

Maris thought so too. They were only copying some data; it could not cause much trouble.

She quietly took out something like a button and stuck it to the door of the collection room.

Thud.

With a light tap, the door automatically opened, revealing the quiet, dimly lit room beyond.

She slipped inside without a sound.

There was no advanced security equipment, no force-field defense system, no red laser lines, much less any psychic detection interceptors.

This was simply an ordinary household collection room. Rows upon rows of display shelves held all manner of collectibles.

Antiques, modern handicrafts, calligraphy and paintings, old-era mechanical parts, all kinds of spacecraft biological armor models—the collection here was a strange and wondrous jumble, containing everything under the sun.

Maris quietly let out a breath and slowly entered the room.

Following the intelligence she had obtained, she quickly found the black safe in the corner.

Crouching down, Maris recalled her agent training and began taking out a small lockpicking device.

She activated the device with psychic power, and the disc-shaped object immediately lit up with a blue glow.

Bang!

Suddenly, with a muffled boom, the door behind Maris seemed to be violently flung by an invisible force and slammed shut.

The tremendous noise made her whirl around in fright.

But what she saw was a tall figure standing ramrod straight in the doorway.

Moonlight fell hazily across that figure. It was Wei Heng's father, Wei He.

"So late at night, Maris, why are you here?" Wei He wore a gentle smile.

Under ordinary circumstances, Maris would certainly have found Uncle Wei's smile warm and kindly.

But at this moment, her entire body turned cold, as though she had been locked onto by some enormously dangerous apex predator.

For some reason, an intense sense of foreboding