He pushed harder, and the heavy metal door opened a crack just wide enough for a person to slip through, and Fu Qian immediately squeezed out.
What appeared before him was another passageway; aside from being slightly more spacious, it wasn't much different from the previous one.
Not far ahead, above a stone platform that had been built, a large red exclamation mark had been sprayed on with red paint.
The exclamation mark pointed to a small cassette tape on the platform—it was obviously left there for him.
Further on, the passageway took a sharp ninety-degree turn, and the red paint on the wall sprayed out an arrow pointing in the direction he was to head down from the corner.
What's that smell?
As he surveyed his surroundings, Fu Qian sniffed the air.
It wasn't an illusion; a somewhat irritating odor permeated the air.
Although he couldn't immediately identify it, there was no doubt that Fu Qian smelled danger.
