No further accidents occurred.
After walking downward for about ten minutes, a large door appeared before them.
They had reached the first floor.
The Recorder stepped forward to inspect it, then took out the identity card the old man had given him and lightly swiped it across the door.
There was no card reader.
Under normal circumstances, this door did not rely on identity verification to open.
However.
After the identity card passed over the smooth metal door panel, the large door actually opened with a click!
"How magical?"
Although he had heard stories about the old man before and occasionally encountered him on the fifth floor, this was still the first time he had personally experienced the other party's mystery and eeriness.
Even a manually operated door could be opened with a card.
This was no longer a matter of authorization.
But now was not the time to dwell on it. Amid Xu Yanxing and Bald Man's wary, tense emotions, the Recorder grabbed the door handle and gently pushed the large door open.
The door was not heavy.
Nor did it make any sound when opened.
Yet when the scene outside the door appeared, the three of them could not help but stand there dumbfounded.
Outside the door was neither the hall the Recorder had described, nor the orderly array of equipment, nor security personnel standing ready for action.
Perhaps it could also be put this way.
Those things had once existed, but they had all vanished.
All that remained before the three of them was a ruin.
The glass corridors, the hall reception desk, the security equipment... none of them remained.
In their place were shattered walls, collapsed ceilings, and floors torn open with savage cracks... It looked as though an extremely terrifying earthquake had occurred.
Even the