"Shall we go back first?"
Chen Yang tested his earpiece. The loud white noise clearly indicated a disconnection from the EMER team.
Considering they were his subordinates, Chen Yang couldn't ignore such futility. Just as he was about to turn and leave, Right Hand suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"
"What's up?"
"Host body, look at that!"
"Uh, what is this?"
Following the direction indicated by Right Hand, Chen Yang was taken aback and his pupils immediately narrowed.
The carvings on the corridor's stone wall were basically of the same pattern, which Chen Yang didn't fully understand and thus chose to ignore. But about four or five meters away from him, an original carving turned into a wall painting, distinguishing it from the preceding inexplicable patterns.
Moreover, the meaning conveyed by this wall painting, which caught Right Hand's attention, surprised Chen Yang as well.
"...Is it a cube?"
