Life Dungeon Game

The archive room is quite large, with rows of metal bookshelves neatly arranged inside.

At the end of these bookshelves, there is a spiral staircase, but it is locked by an iron gate and is not open.

"Hello partner, your viewing permissions are normal. You can view the first level of ordinary files. You can search for the files and books you want to read at the front end."

A gentle voice came from behind He Ao.

He turned around and saw a brown reception desk standing behind the door, with a slightly larger tablet computer on it. The voice he had just heard came from the tablet computer.

The tablet screen lights up and displays a search page.

He Ao stepped forward and entered the keyword 'TB-167A' into the input box.

This is the serial number of the suspected robotic arm model that he saw on the robotic arm control panel.

The tablet screen briefly loaded its content, displaying information about a book.

[Abbot Intelligent Machinery TB-167A Robotic Arm Instruction Manual][1376 pages]

Below the title is the book's placement.

This instruction manual wasn't a confidential document, so it was placed on the first shelf.

He found the instruction manual in a corner on the first floor.

This instruction manual is full-color hardcover with a well-designed cover and is printed on specially treated premium paper, which is about ten centimeters thick.

The book looks quite old; although it is of good quality, the edges are still a bit yellowed.

Clearly, this is not the instruction manual for the new machine, but for an old one.

The one that experienced the explosion.

He Ao opened the book, first finding the information about the machine's service life in the table of contents, and then turning to the corresponding page.

"Designed for a service life of fifteen years..."

The robotic arm involved in the accident had been in use for about fourteen years and had not exceeded its service life, according to what Anvis Group's lawyer told Joey in court.

The other party presented a complete inspection report and random inspection documents of the machine's operation, using written data to prove...

The robotic arm itself is not faulty.

Then they produced the robotic arm manufacturer's test report, which indicated that the robotic arm was damaged due to improper operation leading to excessive wear, which in turn caused the emergency system to fail, ultimately resulting in the motor jamming and explosion.

Therefore, they concluded that Joey's parents' improper handling led to the explosion.

Joey had no evidence, could not find any witnesses, and could not convince the court based on his personal knowledge of his parents.

He couldn't argue with these eloquent lawyers and ultimately lost the case.

But now Heo knows from Jack that the machine itself has problems, and that the data is not so 'real'.

He Ao originally thought that the machine was still being used despite being past its expiration date, but now, according to the instruction manual, the machine itself has not exceeded its expiration date.

So what's the problem?

He Ao pondered for a moment, opened the Super Memory, and then quickly flipped through the instruction manual, starting from the first page.

Such detailed manuals, which can be as long as 1376 pages, typically include detailed specifications and structures for each part of the robotic arm, and even repair methods for most malfunctions.

There must be something wrong here.

Just as He Ao was quickly flipping through the instruction manual, a soft sound came from outside the archive room door.

-

Under the city's neon lights, a surging wind blew away the dust on the rooftop.

On the huge circular helicopter landing pad, a massive object slowly descended.

The massive and imposing black helicopter gradually came into view.

The wind whipped up by the propellers blew the clothes of the people standing not far from the tarmac.

A thin, curly-haired man in a gray suit jumped out of the helicopter, followed by a group of well-equipped mercenaries.

The burly man, who had been waiting by the helicopter, quickly went to greet him, "Boss."

"Is there anything unusual?"

The man in the gray suit took the earphones out of his ears.

"No, there are no warnings at the moment."

The burly man quickly shook his head.

“Interesting little guy,” the man in the gray suit chuckled somewhat nervously, then put on a pair of silver-gray smart glasses.

“He must have already infiltrated the factory and connected all the surveillance cameras to my equipment. This is, after all, the location of our intelligence department’s branch in Dawn City. If we let a little kid come and go as he pleases, we’ll be a laughing stock.”

"Yes!"

The burly man nodded tremblingly.

Soon, images began to appear on the gray-suited man's glasses.

"Rewind the time to half an hour ago, focus on the area around the I-27 control room, and display all the nearby surveillance footage simultaneously."

The man in the gray suit said softly.

A gentle smile quickly appeared on his face as his gaze settled on the blurry figure that had slipped past the edge of the surveillance camera. "See, it's coming in, isn't it?"

He gently raised his hand, and the mercenaries who had disembarked from the helicopter quickly formed a neat line behind him, including the burly man who had initially greeted him.

“Let’s go to the archives. I’m curious to know if this child had the same expression as his parents when he died.”

He waved his hand lightly, and the mercenaries lined up behind him quickly and uniformly...

Run.

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Soon, they arrived at the door of the archives room.

The building housing the archives is a small building next to Factory Building B. Although this area is in a relatively central location in the factory, it is rarely visited and is not cleaned frequently, with a light layer of dust on the ground.

The man in the gray suit looked down at the footprints on the ground.

Although these footprints bypassed the surveillance cameras in front of the archives, they clearly left a trail of movement.

A slight smile appeared on his lips as he strode quickly to the door of the archives room.

The burly man behind him tried to swipe his card to open the automatic door, but was stopped by the man in the gray suit.

He reached out and pulled on the locked iron gate slowly.

With a creaking tearing sound, he forcefully broke the entire locking mechanism of the automatic door.

Then he waved his hand, and the person behind him immediately understood and handed him a submachine gun.

He raised his gun, pulled the bolt, and aimed it into the archives.

Then, he pulled the trigger.

A sudden burst of intense gunfire erupted in the quiet archives room.

Then, carrying his gun, he walked step by step into the archives room, replacing each magazine as soon as it was empty.

Until the entire archive room was filled with flying scraps of paper and scattered bullet casings.

The thunderous gunfire gradually subsided.

The man in the gray suit stood at the far end of the corridor, looking at the dusty, tightly locked door leading to the second floor, his face grim.

The entire archive was empty, and the scene he had hoped to see—bullets riddling the boy with holes—did not occur.

He turned around, took the walkie-talkie from the burly man's shirt pocket behind him, and pressed the broadcast button.

"Strengthen security. Be responsible for every point inside and outside the factory. If you see a target, open fire immediately, regardless of life or death."

The scraps of paper drifted slowly down from the sky, like snowflakes, spreading across the earth.

The entire archive room was unusually quiet.

-

At the factory gate, He Ao, dressed in work clothes, glanced back in the direction of the archives room, clutching the thick instruction manual, and walked out of the factory with the flow of people leaving get off work.

The overalls he was wearing belonged to the thin man who operated the robotic arm. He was taller and thinner than He Ao, but their overall builds were similar.

He asked him to change his clothes and then told him to smash the archives door with a stone whenever he heard any noise.

As for the footprints leading one-way to the archives, just walk backwards.

After leaving the factory, the crowd began to disperse in all directions.

Some men in security uniforms, but with fierce eyes, had somehow appeared around the gate, watching every passerby warily.

He Ao slipped out of their sight, blended into the crowd, and quickly left the factory gate.

He hadn't walked far when he turned sideways and entered the alley between the buildings opposite the factory.

He had only taken a few steps into the alley when he heard a painful scream coming from ahead.

"I really didn't know! I bought these clothes myself, please, please let me go!"

He Ao leaned against the wall, his whole body blending into the shadows of the silent night, and moved step by step toward the source of the sound.

Not far ahead of He Ao, a thin man wearing his jacket was being dragged by a burly man who looked like a security guard.

He pulled up the collar.

The man's face was slightly red and swollen, clearly indicating that he had just been beaten.

Seeing the man's stubborn denial, the security guard picked up the walkie-talkie hanging around his neck and pressed the call button.

"Boss, we caught someone wearing the same clothes as the target, but they're not the target. What do we do?"

"killed."

The reply from the other end of the walkie-talkie was calm and concise.

"I...please don't kill me..."

The thin man also heard the words coming from the walkie-talkie, and he roared back.

However, it was too late at that moment.