Underground Structure
Sun Hang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped forward.
He silently told himself that the airtight door did not exist, that there was nothing at all blocking the path ahead...
After seven or eight steps, he opened his eyes and found himself in another corridor. Looking back, the airtight door behind him was still tightly shut.
"Heh... This ability is really useful. I just wonder if it only works once."
Sun Hang looked around. This corridor was much wider than the Escape Tunnel he had just been in, and doors had begun appearing along both sides.
Though most of those doors were locked tight, in Sun Hang's current state, doors were merely part of the scenery. They had no practical significance whatsoever.
He could not even be bothered to use the door, simply passing through the wall into the first room on his right.
This was probably a restroom. Along one wall stood a row of filthy ceramic urinals, while the other side held three stalls.
The stall doors had fallen off, allowing Sun Hang to see directly inside—two stalls had squat toilets, while the third bore a wheelchair accessibility sign and had a toilet instead... Perched crookedly atop that toilet was a desiccated male corpse.
The corpse wore an orange protective suit, standard equipment for research institute staff back then. It bore multiple signs of corrosion and scorching, and there was a large tear in the chest.
These protective suits were lined with steel mesh. They were not bulletproof, but they offered strong protection against stabbing and tearing. Ripping one open required terrifying strength.
Sun Hang peered through the tear in the protective suit and saw a horrifying wound in the dead man's chest. His flesh had been ripped apart, and several ribs were