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

When the audience outside the big screen saw this, the barrage of comments began to surge.

This red-haired telekinetic is definitely a genius. I've seen many indigenous people ask Master Zhang for advice. Some asked several times, and some were still confused after asking. This guy only asked once, and then he understood.

Let me tell you something you don't know.

I feel like Zhang Tianshi is setting up a scheme. I can't understand what he's doing anymore. He seems to be helping that little girl all the time. What is that little girl's identity?
Oh no, no one's asking anymore. This time, Zhang Tianshi is truly a riddle-maker. He won't explain, so we'll just have to guess.

The repairman quickly set up the monitoring system, connected the wires, powered it on, and tested it.

He split a display screen in two, one showing the library and the other showing the monitoring room.

The repairman finished the debugging, climbed down the ladder, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is everything alright now? The camera is installed and the image is adjusted. If you think the angle is wrong, you can turn it yourself; the base is movable."

It's clear that this guy is quite professional.

Zhang Yangqing said, "Thank you, but I have another question for you."

The repairman asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yangqing continued, "Do you know who these displays belong to?"

The repairman paused for a moment, then looked at Zhang Yangqing and blinked: "Shouldn't it belong to you? You're the monitor, so of course these devices are under your jurisdiction."

Zhang Yangqing nodded and said, "That's alright then, thank you for your help."

The repairman waved his hand, put away his tools, tucked them under his arm, and walked out of the monitoring room.

His footsteps grew fainter and fainter, soon disappearing into the corridor.

A melancholic and eerie figure approached, a paintbrush in hand. He looked at Zhang Yangqing and asked, "What's next? Can we fix this last surveillance camera?"

His tone was expectant, as if he were waiting for a good show to begin.

Zhang Yangqing: "It seems you're even more anxious than I am."

Melancholy and eerie: "Because I feel that if you don't fix it, you're definitely not prepared enough to witness such an unbelievable scene. Now that we're almost ready, let's take a look at the most terrifying thing in this monitoring room."

His eyes were bright; he was the type who loved watching the drama unfold.

Looking at it, Zhang Yangqing asked, "Did you sense something?"

The melancholy man shook his head and gestured with his paintbrush around the room: "No, it's just a feeling. I've been painting here for a while, and I always feel that there's another space in this monitoring room, like the color coating in our line of work, you know? The color you see isn't necessarily the color you see. There's another layer underneath, and another layer below that. Once you unlock a certain restriction, this monitoring room will become something else entirely."

He spoke in a very abstract way, but Zhang Yangqing understood.

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "Your intuition is very accurate. Quite a few monitoring personnel have died here. Don't you think I'll die?"

He smiled gloomily, a relaxed smile: "Your current state doesn't resemble that of a dying person. You're like someone about to play chess. The pieces are already set up, the opponent is already seated, and you're just waiting to make your move."

The red-haired psychic interrupted, "Wait, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying! What space? What coating? What chess piece?"

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes darted back and forth between Zhang Yangqing and a melancholic, enigmatic expression. Zhang Yangqing waved his hand and said, "It will be dangerous here soon. You should leave first. I'll call you when the danger has passed."

The red-haired psychic paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Damn, buddy, the way you're talking makes it sound like I'm afraid of dying. I'm curious too, but don't worry, I'll just watch from a distance, it won't be a problem."

His tone was sincere and his expression was serious, but Zhang Yangqing saw right through him.

This kid makes "being afraid of death" sound so clever, and he even speaks of loyalty while watching from afar.

However, these were all Zhang Yangqing's inner complaints; he couldn't be bothered with this guy.

Zhang Yangqing understood this red-haired telekinetic user all too well.

The smarter a person is, the more curious they are.

The more you try to keep him from knowing, the more he wants to know; the more you try to drive him away, the less he'll leave.

The red-haired psychic's eyes were full of "I want to watch the show" light, a light Zhang Yangqing had seen far too many times.

Just then, the melancholy voiced. He put away his paintbrush, leaned his easel against the table, and looked at Zhang Yangqing, saying, "What you just asked that repairman, can I interpret as you saying you have no presence here?"

His tone was calm, but his questions were sharp, even probing into Zhang Yangqing's life or death.

If the relationship isn't good, someone definitely wouldn't ask that question, and no one would answer it.

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "You could say that. In principle, as a monitor, I have a lot of authority in this place, but as you can see from the situation here, there are traces of various dangerous attacks."

He paused, then continued, "That means that none of the recent monitoring personnel have the necessary permissions, or rather, their permissions have been suppressed by something. I installed this monitoring system only to ensure that I can survive if danger arises later. It doesn't guarantee that I won't run into trouble. It can protect me once, but it can't protect me a second time."

Staring at the monitor screen with a melancholic and strange expression, he tapped his chin lightly with his fingers: "Could it be that these monitoring devices belong to other professions? But that doesn't make sense either. What profession's presence is derived from surveillance footage? Security guard? Cleaner? Housekeeper? None of them seem like it."

Zhang Yangqing said, "Actually, this surveillance footage belongs to the monitor, but not to me."

The melancholy man frowned slightly: "I don't understand what you're saying. You're the monitor, if the footage doesn't belong to you, then who does it belong to?"

Zhang Yangqing did not answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you remember that I killed a surveillance officer?"

The melancholy man nodded: "I remember, that woman. She disassembled her body into several pieces and hid them in different places. Her shoes walked to the library by themselves, her arms were placed on the restaurant table by themselves, and you even retrieved her head from the conference room."

Zhang Yangqing continued his analysis: "She was able to come back to life because she gained enough presence, that is, her body appeared completely under the surveillance camera. In other words, even if she wasn't a working monitor, she could still obtain some of the monitor's permissions. If a dead person can take away permissions from me, then what about the living?"

At this point, Zhang Yangqing paused, looking melancholic and enigmatic.

That expression clearly said: Do you want to keep guessing?

The melancholy man scratched his head, his brows furrowing into a knot.

He thought for a while, his face scrunched up, then relaxed, then scrunched up again.

Finally, he gave up and sighed, "Dude, just tell me straight. All this talk has confused me. What's with this 'living permissions' and 'dead permissions' stuff? My head is a complete mess."

Zhang Yangqing yawned, leaned back in his chair, and said unhurriedly, "There are special individuals in this building. They belong to the third camp, those guys who steal clothes. For example, if their goal is to kill, and kill enough people, the best way is to wait for them to come to them." (End of Chapter)