"Well, that's what they said, but I don't know whether it's true or not." I don't know if Zhenxian and Senior Jiang have gone to investigate, and they haven't said anything.
"Let's go." Takenojo suddenly grabbed my hand and walked forward.
"Where are you going?"
I asked in a daze, I couldn't just let him do what he wanted and not even know his destination?
He didn't answer my words.
He took me to the elevator in a hurry, and I understood his intention.
"Hey, do you want to enter that secret room again?"
I had a scared expression on my face as he pushed me into the elevator. Thinking of that mud-filled mess made me sick.
I hurriedly wanted to get out of the elevator, but he stopped me.
"Hey, I really don't want to go to that ghost place again." I said, feeling scared when I recalled the situation at that time.
"Even if you want to go, you have to rely on luck!"
He pressed the close key, and the elevator closed and began to rise straight up.
Then the guy grabbed my hand and put my fingers on the digital keys, "Remember what keys you pressed at that time that caused us to fall into the trap."
"Do you suspect a coded command?"
Oh my God, how long ago did this happen? How could I still remember what keys I pressed in my confusion?
"I can't think of any other possibility besides password instructions."
That guy looked proud of his analysis, he was really narcissistic.
"But I don't remember what key I pressed at that time..." My memory has never been strong, and I don't specifically remember how I could remember it. "I really don't remember."
"Even if you don't remember it, you still have to remember it. Even if you try it all night, you still have to try out the instructions..."
Just like this, this idiot pressed my finger, one number after another.
I really feel like I’m going to go crazy playing experiments with a brainless person like him. If Zhenxian were here, I definitely wouldn’t have come up with such a laborious and fruitless method. Takenojo just can’t compare with Zhenxian.”
No wonder Riko looks down on you..." My fingers were sore from him, and I spoke in a low voice in anger, thinking that he wouldn't hear my whispering voice. However,
People are very sensitive to words that hurt their self-esteem, and all my whispered words were heard by him.