Chapter 27: Big Brother, if you want me to say something, you should at least ask!

Zhang Yangqing sized up the former security guard in front of him, who was slightly shorter than he was.

This guy didn't look like a good person; to put it bluntly, he didn't even look human.

First of all, Zhang Yangqing felt he shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but this man truly did not look like what a normal human being should look like.

How to describe it? The man had a long, hooked nose, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have been sliced by a sharp blade, making his mouth appear unnaturally large. As if a large mouth wasn't enough, he wore a smile that looked distinctly "malicious," revealing a mouthful of sharp, yellowish teeth.

Looking closer, his forehead sloped backward and his occipital bone protruded—what is commonly known as having a "rebellious bone."

His eyes were small and upturned at the corners, making him look like a ruthless and cruel individual.

Furthermore, ever since he entered, his gaze had been darting around incessantly, giving off the distinct impression of "I am not a good person."

This was a feeling Zhang Yangqing had never encountered before.

If anyone else saw this security guard, who looked remarkably like a goblin, they probably wouldn't open the door even if they were beaten to death.

After all, who wouldn't be terrified by something like this?

Especially in a world of urban legends and anomalies.

Zhang Yangqing, however, didn't care. He certainly wasn't afraid; he just hoped that whoever came inside wouldn't be afraid of him.

Meanwhile, the other Chosen were engaged in a battle of wits and courage with the goblin guard, frantically trying to squeeze information out of him.

In particular, the Chosen who had destroyed the cryopreservation pods were desperate to know what other secrets the wax museum was hiding.

Rahman managed to extract a piece of useful intelligence: the goblin guard had mentioned over the phone that the museum's constant temperature system would undergo a brief pause every day at 6:30.

At that time, all the eerie wax statues in the museum would move freely, a period that would last for half an hour.

The goblin guard was clever; he didn't tell the Chosen how to solve the problem, merely saying, "If you can't handle it, you can open the door and let me in. I can guarantee your safety; you can trust me."

This was the classic tactic of giving half the information and leaving the other half for them to guess.

If you couldn't guess it, your only option was to let him in and gamble on whether he would kill you or not.

The goblin guard had essentially given the Chosen two choices before hanging up the phone.

He had said everything he needed to say. He couldn't possibly tell the Chosen everything; otherwise, once they solved the problem, how would he get inside?

The goblin guard's goal was to force the Chosen to open the door.

Only by driving them into a corner would the Chosen be forced to make their own judgment.

After the goblin guard hung up, Rahman began to think.

It was currently 6:08, leaving twenty-two minutes until the 6:30 mark mentioned by the guard.

He had to find a way to remedy the situation or a place to hide within this timeframe.

"Right, the delivery guy also mentioned the temperature. Combined with the freezing room 3-2, I think I know how to clear this stage."

Two potential solutions appeared in Rahman's mind.

The first: Find a place to hide. The security room was definitely out—the door was just a rotating twisting handle and the windows were just a layer of glass. Once all the eerie wax statues went berserk, wouldn't staying here be waiting for death?

Unless that glass was manufactured in the Dragon Kingdom.

The secret compartment in the archives probably wouldn't work either; that place was told to him by the female anomaly, and there was no guarantee she wouldn't tell someone else.

If that happened, it would be like a turtle in a jar, with no room to resist.

If Rahman wasn't mistaken, the thing sealing the eerie wax statues was the temperature.

Low temperatures could restrict the movement of most of the eerie wax statues.

This was also why the other statues, despite knowing the Ice Wax Statue had an access card, didn't dare attack him.

They couldn't even get close to the Ice Wax Statue.

Therefore, the hiding spot was clear: Room 3-2.

"So that's how the coat at the security room door is used!"

Many Chosen thought of this as well; as expected, the items appearing in the dungeon were more or less useful.

The coat was a bit stinky, but everyone could endure it to stay alive.

However, the Chosen who had destroyed the cryopreservation pods in Room 3-2 were in deep trouble.

Without the pods, the Ice Wax Statue could not "recharge" or release cold air.

That meant they had to choose the second option: find the backup power supply and, during the period when the constant temperature system was temporarily shut down, turn on the emergency backup power to force refrigeration.

Presumably, the key lay in the distribution room on the right side of the second floor.

There had to be a switch in there.

But when the Chosen entered, they found there were far too many switches, none of which were labeled, and they had no idea which one would activate the backup power.

At this moment, they thought of one person: the female anomaly in the adjacent staff lounge.

Since this woman had been an employee in her past life and knew about the secret compartment in the archives, she likely knew a lot about the backup power supply as well.

But this woman had deceived them once; there was no telling if she would do it again.

After all, wasn't the female anomaly's goal to see all the guards die?

However, with no other options at hand, they could only seek her help and then use their intelligence to judge whether what she said was true.

While the other Chosen were busy, the atmosphere on Zhang Yangqing's side began to turn abnormal.

After the goblin guard entered, his gaze toward Zhang Yangqing became somewhat unfriendly.

As a man, he naturally disliked people who were more handsome than him, let alone this man, whose handsomeness was somewhat ridiculous.

At first glance, the man looked exceptionally divine, which made the goblin guard grit his teeth in jealousy.

Perhaps because of his ugly appearance, he had been assigned the night shift to avoid scaring people, which had given him a natural hatred for handsome men.

He thought to himself that once he obtained the treasure, he might consider turning this guy into a wax statue. If he placed a wax statue of him in the lobby, it would surely attract many people, wouldn't it?

As he was busy plotting, a force so powerful it nearly made him faint struck him hard across the face.

*Slap! Bam!*

The sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire hall.

The goblin guard took a massive blow from Zhang Yangqing and didn't even have time to retaliate.

He flew back two or three meters like a kite with a broken string, only stopping after slamming straight into the wall.

It felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car.

Just as he was preparing to crawl up, the sole of a size 42 shoe appeared in front of his face.

It looked as though it intended to stomp his facial features into a pulp.

To others, this might be disfigurement.

To him, it might just be plastic surgery.

What followed was a barrage of punches and kicks.

It was only then that the goblin guard realized this new security guard was not someone to be trifled with.

"Speak!" After Zhang Yangqing finished the sentence, he delivered a kick to the man's skull.

"Boss, speak of what?" The goblin guard's head was ringing.

"Are you going to talk or not?" As Zhang Yangqing spoke, he delivered a knee strike that sent the man flying another meter away.

"Boss, I know I was wrong, please stop hitting me!" The goblin guard struggled to stand up, trying to find cover to hide.

His speed and explosive power were not slow, but Zhang Yangqing seemed to teleport, appearing by his side again.

A dark shadow flashed, and before he could even see Zhang Yangqing's leg move, he felt a heavy blow to his abdomen.

This time he was kicked over two meters high before crashing heavily to the ground.

It looked quite painful.

"Still not talking, are you?"

Hearing Zhang Yangqing say this, the goblin guard wanted to cry.

"Boss, if you want me to say something, at least ask me what it is!"

The goblin guard learned his lesson; from now on, if anyone dared to open the door to let him in, he would have to be careful.

Because those who dared to open the door clearly weren't afraid!