The safe in the bedroom was a wire-connection game, and a dangerous one hooked up to high-voltage electricity.
If it wasn't solved in the correct sequence, it would discharge an arc and electrocute whoever touched it into partial paralysis.
Naturally, this didn't stump Scott. On the contrary, this was exactly his line of work. He pried open the second safe even faster than the first.
When he pulled open the door, a postcard with "Congratulations" written on it popped out. Flipping it over, he found another message:
"You've cleared another stage, but the card in this safe is only a clue to the third safe. Let me see what you can do."
"Fuck."
Scott rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. Why did this feel less like burglary and more like an escape room game?
He had seen variety shows on Wilson TV Station, the kind where celebrities were locked in houses full of puzzles so the public could watch them expose their intelligence for entertainment.
And the owner had to be a lunatic. What did he think he had hidden in these safes, the launch codes for every nuclear bomb in the United States? Did he really need to nest them this many layers deep?
Still, he had already cracked two safes. Even if he gave up now, getting caught by the police would still get him convicted of burglary.
So he could only keep going.
"Cassie, Dad will definitely find the money to cure you."
Scott studied the postcard seriously. The other party had said it was a clue, so he would see what it meant.
The side with the fireworks was still a landscape image. A yellow river formed a yellow waterfall, and the water looked strangely unnatural.
A flash of inspiration struck him, and Scott slapped