Life Dungeon Game

These patterns, to some extent, form something akin to ritual symbols, pointing to an unknown entity that emits murmurs, becoming an extension of that unknown entity's power.

When people with strong souls and high levels of inspiration gaze at these paintings, they unconsciously establish a connection with that unknown entity, causing its influence to spread and resulting in delirium.

These faint murmurs are of very low intensity and cannot affect a person's mental state in a short period of time.

However, if the people being influenced frequently look at these paintings and deepen their connection with these delirious utterances, the accumulated contact will subtly influence their thinking, gradually pushing them towards madness.

He Ao's gaze fell on the corner of the painting in front of him. Usually, the person who painted these paintings would hide their signature in some detail of the painting.

This is considered one of the commonly used anti-theft methods in the art world.

The person who can create such works that are strongly associated with mystery and pollution must themselves be extremely close to mystery and pollution.

Soon, among some distorted patterns in the lower right corner, he found a word composed of twisted lines. This word didn't resemble a common name in the Federation; in fact, it was a specific noun.

'Listener'

The artist's signature was 'The Listener'.

Of course, there is another word with a similar meaning in Commonwealth languages: 'listener'.

Talent Sequence 9: The Audience.

He Ao left the painting in front of him and walked to another painting next to it.

Soon, he was here.

The same 'signature' can be seen in the lower right corner of the painting, the signature of a 'listener'.

The person who painted these works called himself 'The Listener'.

"Old sir?"

Just then, a soft shout rang in He Ao's ears, drawing his attention away from the paintings.

He turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

At that moment, at the entrance of the corridor, the young receptionist in a white shirt was standing there, watching He Ao with a smile on her face.

At that moment, He Ao also saw her lower body attire.

In contrast to the simple and neat upper body, she wore a black tight-fitting pencil skirt with thin black stockings.

The top half of the lace trim on the stockings that covered her thighs was partially covered by the bottom hem of the pencil skirt, but not completely, and glimpses of her fair skin could be seen through the lace trim.

Strictly speaking, this outfit should not be worn by the receptionist of a charity organization.

At that moment, the receptionist noticed He Ao looking at her. She smiled and continued, "Sir, go straight in to the restroom."

Her smile was unnatural, as if someone had used tape to pull her mouth apart.

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded and turned to walk deeper into the corridor.

He heard soft footsteps behind him.

He turned around, but the receptionist was no longer at the entrance of the corridor.

So he looked away and continued forward.

At the far end of the corridor is a T-junction. To the left of the junction is the restroom, and to the right is the elevator. Next to the elevator are a pair of gray double iron doors, which look like a fire escape.

He Ao did not see any passage leading to other offices on the first floor until the end of the corridor.

Either there are no offices on the first floor, or you have to go through another entrance to get to the offices on the first floor.

He Ao went to the restroom first; it was a normal restroom.

Then he turned around and walked to the elevator side.

There is a card reader on the elevator control panel; obviously, you need to swipe a card to use this elevator.

He then turned around and walked to the door of the fire escape.

He slowly reached out, grasped the doorknob of the iron gate on the right, and pushed it forward.

As the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open without any obstruction, a dark and deep stairwell appeared before him.

The dim emergency lights shone into the stairwell, bringing the two staircases, one going up and one going down, into his view.

These two staircases should lead to the second floor and the basement, respectively.

He pushed the iron gate open a little more and walked straight into the stairwell.

The stairwell platform and the stairs on both sides were covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had been here for a long time.

boom--

As He Ao fully entered the stairwell, the heavy iron door closed again with a crisp sound.

He glanced back at the iron gate, then turned back to look at the two staircases in front of him.

Both staircases, one going up and one going down, are filled with a quiet and profound atmosphere. The difference is that on the upward staircase, you can still vaguely see the light of an emergency light, while on the downward staircase, there is nothing at all, just pitch black.

After a brief moment of thought, Heo walked down the stairs that seemed to lead into the darkness.

As He Ao continued downwards...

The light from the emergency lights around him grew dimmer and dimmer until it was completely dark. He Ao could only move forward with the help of the tiny flashlight that came with his wristband.

In the quiet darkness, along with his footsteps, there was a faint rustling sound, as if something was crawling in the darkness.

This underground building is quite deep. He Ao turned twice along the stairs and went down three flights of stairs before finally reaching the fire escape door on the first basement level.

Due to the city's drainage system and geological conditions, the underground buildings in St. John's are not very deep, and most are only one or two stories high.

The building where this charitable foundation is located is the kind of building with only one basement level.

There's no further down the road; this is the very bottom of the building.

He Ao raised the miniature flashlight on his wristband and looked in front of him.

The iron door to the fire escape on the basement level was not open; instead, it was tightly wrapped around the door handles on both sides with a thick iron chain, and then locked with a large iron lock.

It seems this floor has been sealed off and people are not allowed to enter.

At the very least, entry through fire exits is not permitted.

He placed his hand on the closed doors, and his divine sense passed through the gap and entered the room.

Behind the door was a quiet and empty corridor.

"Sir, there are some places you can't just wander into,"

A slightly shrill voice rang out above He Ao's head.

He Ao raised his head, and pointed the miniature flashlight in his hand upwards, shining it on the ceiling directly above him.

Above the dusty ceiling, the receptionist I had just seen at the door was clinging to the surface with all four limbs, like a spider.

Her head was tilted back, like a folding fan bent 360 degrees, the back of her head resting against her back, looking down at He Ao, her face still bearing that stiff smile.

"Although I have always been following behind you."

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The investigative reporter in the previous chapter was mistakenly identified as having talent sequence 60; this has been corrected.

Chapter 675 'Feed' (Long chapter, please vote with monthly tickets)

"Your service is quite thorough."

He Ao's bracelet vibrated. He leaned on his cane, looked at the 'receptionist' above his head, and smiled.

He had always known that the receptionist was following him from above, but he wasn't surprised.

The moment he entered the hall and activated his super memory, he knew that the receptionist had completely merged with the pollution and turned into a twisted monster.

"Is there something behind this door that you can't reveal?"

He looked up at the receptionist who was perched on the roof and asked.

"I'm sorry, this falls into the category of information that cannot be disclosed."

The receptionist's gaze was fixed on He Ao. She quickly climbed up the wall and soon reached the ground. She detached herself from the wall, turned her head back to its original position, and looked at He Ao. "Sir, you don't seem surprised?"

"There are so many strange and wonderful monsters in this world that you're no longer surprised after seeing them all."

He Ao said calmly.

"Sir, you are very charming."

The receptionist hunched over, like a wild beast poised to pounce, "But it's very impolite to call a girl a monster to her face."

Her arm quickly extended, and what were once fingernails now transformed into sharp, metallic claws.

The moment she finished speaking, she suddenly lunged forward, her long claws lashing out to grab He Ao's throat, aiming to pierce his neck.

He Ao braced himself on the ground with his cane, his muscles bulging instantly as he unleashed his power, dodging to the side.

The sharp claws missed their mark and instead sliced ​​through the iron chain locking the gate behind He Ao.

The broken end of the chain slammed against the iron gate with a loud thud.

"The old gentleman has excellent skills,"

The receptionist turned around, licked her bright red lips, and suddenly tensed her stockinged thighs, raising them high as she kicked He Ao in the temple.

The tight skirt slid slowly up her raised thighs.

The receptionist smiled slightly, but the next second, her smile froze on her face.

The sharp blade pierced her heart.

"A simple seduction technique,"

He turned to the side to avoid getting blood splattered on his suit.