I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Not long after, the cleaning lady summoned by Zhang Yangqing ran out from around the corner, carrying a mop.

She walked to the conference room door, peeked inside, and confirmed that the black aura had dissipated and that the things that had frightened her were no longer there.

She let out a long breath, turned around, and thanked Zhang Yangqing repeatedly.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much. I'm always scared when I pass by here, and I've never dared to come in and clean."

The cleaning lady took something out of her pocket and handed it to Zhang Yangqing.

"I found this while I was cleaning. I don't know what use it is, please don't mind it."

Zhang Yangqing took the item; it was a harmonica.

The silver casing is somewhat worn, with some scratches on the edges.

He accepted it. This was definitely a quest item, and like the apple the gardener gave him, one of the eight young masters and ladies might need it.

With the incident concluded, Zhang Yangqing planned to go to the library to revive the female security guard.

On his way back, he kept thinking about one question: Where are the people from the third faction? Why haven't they attacked me yet? Did I miss something?

As he walked, he recalled every room and every floor he had passed through, making sure he hadn't missed any clues.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes were watching him from the shadows.

Those eyes were hidden in the darkness, so well concealed that Zhang Yangqing didn't even notice them.

There are also some points to note in the process of reviving the female monitor; it is essential to maintain the female monitor's presence.

A part of her body must be under surveillance.

The restaurant's arm cannot be removed yet. First, place the head under the library's surveillance camera, then take the restaurant's arm and the rest of the body from the kitchen's cold storage room, and finally piece them together under the library's surveillance camera.

Inside the library, a melancholic and eerie man with an artistic flair helps Zhang Yangqing piece together the body parts.

The melancholy figure straightened up, looked at the intact corpse on the ground, and then at Zhang Yangqing: "Strange, why hasn't she come back to life yet?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Wait a minute, there's something else crucial."

He asked in a melancholic and enigmatic tone, "What? Didn't we find them all?"

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "Wait a moment, it will appear on its own."

I don't know how long I waited, but I felt melancholy and sleepy, so I leaned against the bookshelf and dozed off.

Footsteps sounded, very light and slow, but they were exceptionally clear in the quiet library, sending chills down one's spine.

A pair of shoes entered the library, black leather shoes, the toes pointing towards the corpse, walking step by step, as if someone was wearing them, or as if they were walking on their own.

That's right, all that's missing is this pair of shoes. The female monitor's body is just an empty shell; her soul resides in these shoes.

The moment the shoes were slipped on, the female monitor's finger twitched.

Then her chest began to rise and fall, her breathing returned, and her complexion changed from pale to a pale color with a hint of blood.

She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils somewhat unfocused, and stared at the ceiling for several seconds before finally focusing.

She sat up, her hand on her forehead, her brows furrowed deeply: "Strange, why isn't this a restaurant?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "I suspect that the one who wanted to revive you had some problems, so I'm the one who revived you."

The female monitor turned her head and glanced at Zhang Yangqing.

Wearing identical uniforms, her gaze lingered on Zhang Yangqing's uniform for a moment before moving to his face.

The female monitor's expression changed from blank to wary: "Who are you?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "I am the new monitor. Can you tell me what happened to you? As payment for reviving you."

The female monitor stood up and stretched her body.

She twisted her neck, turned her shoulders, and clenched her fist with great strength.

The female monitor had very defined muscles, which contrasted sharply with Zhang Yangqing, who was described as a "weakling".

She nodded: "Okay, but let's talk in the monitoring room. It's too crowded and noisy here." The female monitor was about to leave when Zhang Yangqing blocked her way: "It seems you know you can't kill people here. You're planning to kill me in the monitoring room, right? Besides, you can't possibly tell me any information."

The female monitor's expression changed. She had been pretending to be friendly, with a smile on her lips and gentle eyes.

But as soon as Zhang Yangqing finished speaking, her smile vanished instantly, and her eyes turned cold: "So what if you guessed it?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "You tore up the rules for the monitors because you didn't want me to know what exactly happened. Unfortunately, you underestimated the cause and effect here."

The female security guard sneered, "What, you think you can kill me here?"

She raised her hand, fingers spread, towards the bookshelf.

Several books on the bookshelf wobbled and flew off, hovering in mid-air, their pages rustling as they turned.

She had a high level of authority here. Those shoes reflected her habits from her lifetime. She loved reading and had read many books here.

The female monitor had a very strong presence, strong enough to control these books.

But Zhang Yangqing is invincible here!
His authority is higher than the female monitor's!

Zhang Yangqing raised his hand and gently hooked his finger.

The books that had been floating in mid-air stopped; they no longer turned the pages or swayed.

They turned in a different direction, facing the female monitor, as if they had received a new command.

The pages began to flip wildly, the spine began to glow, and dense text appeared on each page. The text floated up from the paper, condensed in the air, and formed a huge vortex.

The female monitor's body began to tremble. She felt her sense of existence slipping away, her power being drained, as if the books were absorbing her! Stripping her from this world!

The female security guard panicked, her voice trembling: "Let me go! I'll tell you everything!"

Zhang Yangqing said, "We've already laid our cards on the table, so what you're saying now is unreliable. Let's just say goodbye."

With a flick of his finger, a book titled "100,000 Meters Underwater" flew off the shelf, cover up, pages open.

The image on the page appeared: the deep sea, darkness, and boundless expanse.

Water pressure surged in from all directions, deforming the female monitor's body and causing her bones to crack.

She was pulled from the surface of the water toward the seabed, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

10,000 meters, 20,000 meters, 50,000 meters, 80,000 meters.

Huge creatures appeared around them, their eyes glowing like lanterns, their mouths open, revealing rows of sharp teeth.

They tore at her body, ripped off her arms, tore off her legs, and ripped off her flesh.

She struggled, she cursed, but to no avail.

At a depth of 100,000 meters, darkness swallowed everything.

Zhang Yangqing closed the book and put it back in its original place.

He looked at the book with a melancholic and strange expression, then at Zhang Yangqing: "Is this how it's resolved? Don't you want to find a way to get some intelligence?"

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "She knows more inside information than I do. Once she gets out, she has plenty of ways to kill me. Rather than letting her live and dig a hole for me, it's better to get rid of her now."

The melancholy man nodded strangely: "That's true. So what do we do next?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "I need to find something, otherwise I won't make it to the next stage."

Zhang Yangqing returned to the monitoring room with a melancholy and eerie air.

Seven screens are now lit up, leaving only one still black.

The surveillance cameras gradually showed various people, both men and women, with different appearances and wearing different colored clothes.

Some people are walking in the corridor, some are sitting in the room, and some are standing on the stairs.

They didn't stay long and quickly left the frame.

Zhang Yangqing stared at the screen, looking at each item one by one. He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity or event to occur. (End of Chapter)