"...Sorry, I can't do this job. Just pretend I was never here, and that I saw and know nothing, all right?"
Torrey turned and left.
He had finished guiding them through the Ghost Market. He should have returned to the South Heaven Gate, clocked out, and gone home, but Ma 0 had coaxed and tricked him into coming over midway... saying something about whether he wanted to visit Man's Speed Bump, see the world of the adults, and witness a grand spectacle...
Whose speed bump was an underground industrial-style boxing room like this?
It really was a grand spectacle—the Ninth Prison Roaming Gods' lanterns, and two of them at that. For a lowly technician like him, it was indeed quite spectacular.
"Mm, go ahead." Ma 0 dug at his ear and yawned. "If the higher-ups ask, I'll say Torrey knew about this too."
Torrey instantly turned around and glared viciously at Ma 0. So much for the friendship between fellow bookworms!
"...So, how do we do this?" Torrey sat down with a lifeless expression. "Let me make this clear first: illegally dismantling a Roaming God's Lantern is a serious crime. If anything goes wrong, you really can't blame me... and you absolutely can't drag me down with you. I'm counting on my South Heaven Gate position to support me in retirement!"
"Don't worry. I'll support you!" Ma 0 patted his chest.
Torrey looked disgusted, but it was obvious they couldn't safely leave this basement without dismantling the lantern... He pulled down his goggles, then formed hand seals. In an instant, a huge toolbox dropped from thin air.
It opened into four layers, and the toolbox was filled with all kinds of equipment. It was extraordinarily complete.
Torrey pondered for a moment before carefully taking a tiny porcelain bottle