You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The corridor in front of Lin Chen was about fifty meters long.

The dim emergency lights emitted a sickly green glow, casting an intermittent light on the corridor.

The ground was covered with broken glass.

The pieces were densely packed, layer upon layer, including shards of beer bottles, fragments of window glass, and a large number of deliberately broken tiles.

These items were carefully laid out, covering almost every inch of the corridor floor.

When a normal person steps on it, the sound produced by the friction between their foot and the broken glass easily exceeds 70 decibels.

Beneath the broken glass, there were more than a dozen rotten old wooden planks interspersed.

The wooden planks seemed like a safe place to step, but Lin Chen's [God-level Hearing] clearly detected that at least seven of the planks were connected to pressure springs underneath. The creaking sound produced by the springs rebounding when you stepped on them would just exceed the 50-decibel death threshold.

Only the remaining few wooden planks have evenly distributed stress points, resulting in minimal sound wave resonance when stepped on.

However, the locations of these "safety planks" are random, with spacing ranging from 30 centimeters to 1.5 meters. Some are even located at the very edge of the corridor, right next to the wall covered with detonation circuits.

This is a hellish, deathly corridor.

An ordinary person who walks in will surely die within three steps.

Lin Chen closed his eyes.

He doesn't need eyes.

In this corridor, ears are a million times more important than eyes.

[God-level hearing] Amplifies all sound wave signals in the environment to the extreme.

He could hear the frequency of each shard of glass vibrating in the faint airflow, and he could distinguish the different tones produced when the wood fiber structure was compressed.

His brain completed all the calculations in 0.3 seconds.

The location, load-bearing limit, and minimum sound wave value generated when stepped on for each safety plank are all precisely marked.

next second.

Lin Chen opened his eyes and took his first step.

Without hesitation, without testing the waters.

His right foot landed at an extremely tricky angle on an inconspicuous narrow wooden board on the left side of the corridor.

The moment his foot touched the wooden board, he exerted force with his toes and heels simultaneously, distributing his body weight evenly across the four points of contact on the board.

silent.

The sound produced by stepping on the ground was no more than 20 decibels.

[God-level Parkour] Take complete control of your body!

Lin Chen's body began to move in the corridor.

That's not walking.

That cannot even be called any known form of human movement.

His center of gravity remained incredibly low, his knees were slightly bent, his back was slightly arched, and his entire movement trajectory presented a strange S-shape.

The landing point of each step is accurate to the millimeter.

He sometimes tiptoes, like a ballerina leaping on piano keys.

Sometimes his entire body would shift laterally, and the detonation circuit against the wall would only have a three-centimeter gap between it and the wall, without even touching the corner of his clothes.

There was a two-meter-long area where the ground was covered with broken glass, and there wasn't even a single piece of safety board.

Lin Chen did not stop.

He braced himself with one hand, his whole body flipping sideways like a gymnast, his feet tracing a smooth arc in the air before silently landing on another wooden board two meters away.

Throughout the entire process, even the sound of the air being stirred was kept to a minimum.

As they reached the middle of the corridor, an even more deadly trap appeared.

A voice-activated bomb was hanging from a pipe in the ceiling. Its sensors were extremely sensitive, covering a range of three meters in front of it.

Any sound exceeding 30 decibels will trigger it.

30 decibels.

That was the sound of a leaf falling onto cotton.

Lin Chen stopped.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the flashing red indicator light on the bomb.

then.

He opened his mouth.

A very low humming came from the depths of his throat.

That wasn't the melody of any song, but a sound wave of a specific frequency—17 Hz—precisely calculated by a [God-level Vocal Master].

17 Hz, which is below the lower limit of normal human hearing.

It is inaudible to the human ear, but it certainly exists.

This infrasound wave propagates forward through the air, precisely targeting the sensor diaphragm of the sound-controlled bomb.

Physics principle: When the frequency of an external sound wave forms a specific destructive interference with the natural frequency of the sensor diaphragm, the vibration of the diaphragm will be perfectly canceled out.

The sensor has temporarily "gone silent".

Taking advantage of the window, Lin Chen stepped across the sensing area in three steps, making no sound.

The entire process takes no more than two seconds.

In the control room deep inside the theater, Monet stared at the sixteen monitor screens in front of him.

The smugness and composure he had just displayed as a director watching an actor get into character were slowly peeling away from his face.

Instead, there was a strong sense of disbelief.

"This is impossible..."

Monet muttered to himself, his hands unconsciously gripping the edge of the control panel in front of him.

He spent a whole month working on this death corridor.

The location of every piece of broken glass and the spring coefficient of every piece of wood were precisely calculated and repeatedly tested.

He even conducted an experiment with ten stray cats.

Not one made it through alive.

But Lin Chen...

This man walked through his death corridor with more ease than if he were taking a stroll.

In the surveillance footage, Lin Chen walked to the end of the corridor.

He raised his right foot and kicked open the door leading to the main stage.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the theater.

The sound of that kick far exceeded 50 decibels.

But the bomb in the corridor did not explode.

Because Lin Chen was no longer in the corridor.

In the surveillance footage, Lin Chen turned around, smiled at the camera at the end of the corridor.

The smile was faint.

But all the hairs on Monet's back stood on end.