Dajing City, deep beneath Headquarters.
This was a top-secret conference room that was completely undetectable from outside.
Wearing his incongruous plaid pajamas, Lin Cheng strolled in with his hands in his pockets and a casual expression.
The moment he entered, he swept an idle glance around the room.
Wang Xiaoming sat upright at the center of the long table in his signature white lab coat, his hands clasped as he watched Lin Cheng quietly.
Lin Cheng ignored Wang Xiaoming's gaze outright.
He tilted his head up slightly, examining the surrounding walls, the ceiling, and even the floor beneath his feet.
Before long, Lin Cheng noticed what was wrong with this place.
The entire room had no seams.
It was a Golden House that had been completely welded shut.
Even the ventilation ducts had undergone extremely elaborate paranormal isolation measures.
Once the heavy gold door behind him closed and locked,
this place would become an inescapable death trap that not even paranormal power could penetrate.
Any Ghost Handler imprisoned here would have no way out. They could only wait to die.
An amused smile curled at the corners of Lin Cheng's mouth as he sneered inwardly.
Was Wang Xiaoming planning to make his move against me here?
Did he intend to stake his own life as chief researcher on trapping me in this box until we both died?
Not a bad calculation.
Trading an ordinary person's life for the life of the Paranormal Forum's leader would be an absolute steal for Headquarters.
While Lin Cheng was weighing this up,
Wang Xiaoming, seated at the head of the table, pushed up his glasses. His utterly rational eyes remained unruffled as he spoke in an even tone.
"Stop wondering. This room was designed specifically for you."
Lin Cheng hadn't expected Wang Xiaoming to