Fornac's sinister laughter, the crisp sounds echoing through the second floor.
But nothing happened.
Sitting on the sofa, Arthur watched the other with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
The room's machinery was ingeniously arranged, but that was only to the average person.
Compared to No. 2 Cork Street, this place was like a meatball in a big pot of stew—obvious.
Downstairs, Dico glanced unexpectedly at Kuke, who hadn't moved, then scornfully hissed at the retreating patrol officers—
"You bastards, all of you get back here!
With the consultant here, how could this guy possibly succeed!"
The remaining patrol officers sheepishly returned.
Upstairs, Fornac's sinister smile froze on his face.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
This was set up by a master of machinery!
How could you possibly have solved it?"
Fornac roared as he pressed hard on the mechanism.
Amidst the clicking sounds, still nothing happened.
"Have you ever considered that you've been deceived?"
"And...
