Xu Le was an ordinary person who did not take the usual path. However, as a fugitive from the Federation who was crazily wanted by the Empire, he actually dared to carry a gun and charge into the white courtyard alone. Even he himself admitted that the path he chose was a bit too steep. This matter was a bit too crazy.
Based on this psychological expectation, when he arrived at the third side door of the Great Master Fan Manor, answered a few simple questions according to the information he obtained from the eavesdropping, and walked in without any obstruction, he could not help but feel a lot of absurd and indescribable feelings.
"What are you doing here?" The white-haired butler of the Great Master Fan Manor asked expressionlessly.
"I'm here to fix the heating lines." Xu Le swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his somewhat dry throat, and handed over a crudely forged card that he had spent an entire night making. Somewhat unnaturally, he explained, "Last winter, the heating lines in the remote residence exploded twice. The Bureau asked us to hurry up and fix it, so that there won't be any more problems when winter comes."
There was still a long way until the next winter. Although it was true that the Bureau had recently sent engineers into the Great Master Fan Manor to do maintenance, Xu Le still felt that this reason was not very tenable, not to mention that the forged card was really easy to see through.
Unexpectedly, the white-haired butler did not even glance at the card. He frowned and waved his hand, leading him in.
The moment he entered the courtyard and closed the door, Xu Le subconsciously glanced at the dark shadows of the trees outside the Great Master Fan Manor. After observing for several days, he knew very well how many elite forces of the Empire were responsible for the security work in the darkness. If the Great Master Fan Manor discovered that there was something wrong with him, who knew how many bullets would shoot through him.
But he just had to enter like this? Just like this, he entered the most mysterious Great Master Fan Manor of the Empire like a joke?
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"Don't make any noise. There are many old scholars in the manor who do historical research. They hate metal, so they also hate the sound of metal colliding."
The white-haired old butler clearly did not care about this brown-haired maintenance worker, coldly telling him what to pay attention to.
"Don't cough. The people in the manor are all old. They like to cough, so they don't like to hear other people cough."
"Don't run around. There are no traps in the mansion, and there are no dogs. However, even a cleaner in the mansion has a license to kill. If you make too much noise when you run around, it will affect his mood …"
Xu Le obediently carried his toolbox and followed behind the butler. He seemed to be carefully listening to these strange and threatening warnings, but in fact, his slightly drooping eyes were constantly sweeping around him. From the outside of Master Fan Manor, he could not see much of what was going on inside. Now that it was rare to enter, he had to carefully examine the terrain and analyze the functions of each area to facilitate his later search … or escape again.
"Don't look around."
The white-haired old housekeeper seemed to know what Xu Le was doing without turning his head. Or perhaps it was because every outsider who could enter the Fan manor in the past couldn't help but look around curiously, so he coldly added this sentence.
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Along the way, all he saw were corners and trees. He didn't see too many valuable things until he entered the pipeline control room in a remote corner. He was left alone.
Gently placing the toolbox on the ground, Xu Le looked at the complicated pipeline lines in front of him and frowned deeply. For a full ten seconds, he did not move at all.
He was not confused by the complicated pipelines in front of him. No matter how complicated the mechanical pipelines were, as long as there were corresponding external paint labels, he could sort out the pipeline structure in the shortest amount of time and find the one that needed to be repaired or not.
The reason why he frowned and fell into deep thought was the process of entering this white courtyard.
Closely related to the Empire's Hibiscus Dynasty, the incomparably mysterious Master Fan Manor, he had entered so easily?
This fact that had already happened made him feel somewhat inconceivable. There was no strict search, no multiple verification of identity, and even the toolbox at his feet had not been opened. What was the use of those elite troops of the Empire's military outside the manor?
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the deep and peaceful night outside the window of the pipeline room and the tall trees swaying gently in the spring breeze. He felt that there was a problem somewhere, but he didn't know where the problem was. He felt that there was something strange hidden in the peaceful courtyard, but he didn't know where it was.
Gently and silently exhaling, he squatted down and opened the heavy toolbox to begin his work. Since he had already entered this place, then regardless of whether there was a problem or not, he had to continue walking.
He pulled up the historical data on the monitoring screen beside him and found the few pipelines with the least amount of sewage discharge. Then, he opened the central valve in the pipeline room and silently placed the high carbon rods that were sampled and analyzed into each pipeline in order.
Among them, there was one pipeline with the least amount of sewage discharge in history, and there was more flocculent inside. Xu Le's eyebrows raised slightly and waited for the results of the high carbon rods to appear on the light screen. Indeed, the sewage discharged from this pipeline did indeed contain the most K2 factor.
He had already checked before. K2 was the most commonly used cleaning agent in the high-level libraries of the Empire. The question was, why were there so many flocculent? Could it be that the archive room of the Master Fan Mansion was still using plant fiber books?
Although he was hesitant in his heart, there was no hesitation in his actions. He took out two rubber pads from the toolbox and stuck them on the pipeline. He pulled out a wire and connected it to a small metal box. Then, he took out a rubber rod and gently knocked on the metal pipeline.
No one could hear the sound, but the shock wave produced by the collision between the rubber rod and the metal pipe quickly flowed into the ground along the pipe. It continued to move forward until it reached the exit at the end. Then, it turned back again and entered the rough sonar receiver modified by Xu Le through the two rubber pads.
The Master Fan Mansion was very big. Xu Le had no way to confirm where the room he was looking for was, so he could only choose this way.
After confirming the location of the archive room, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he took out a low-end rotary screen workbench that was often used by maintenance workers from the bottom of the toolbox and connected it to the cable that he pulled out from the depths of the underground.
He wanted to hack into the surveillance system of the Master Fan Mansion. No, to be more precise, he wanted to synchronize with the surveillance system.
Although it was easy to enter, and this white courtyard was as unguarded as a brothel, Xu Le was extremely vigilant in front of his teacher's teacher's old residence and the most mysterious name in the empire. He didn't dare to take too many risks, and he didn't believe that he could hack into the other party's surveillance system without being discovered.
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After putting on the earplugs, he hung the miniature light screen over his left eye, loaded the pistol, and took a deep breath to let the burning power surge through his body. He could use the power of a leopard's speed at any time. After finishing all the preparations, Xu Le tightly closed the door of the archive room. His body suddenly shrank, turned into a shadow, and went out through the window. Then, he hid in the shadows of the flowers and trees.
With his current strength, or state, or the speed that he could burst out with, under the cover of the night, it was difficult for a normal surveillance camera to capture his figure. Once he stopped, even if someone walked past him, it would be difficult to discover his existence.
He walked in the courtyard like a shadow, carefully avoiding all the dangers and moving towards his target. The Master Fan Mansion was much bigger than it looked from the outside. To reach the archive room, he had to go through a lot of places.
On the way forward, there was the sound of the TV news, the sound of arguments, and the unique buzzing sound of tapping on the diaphragm keyboard. These sounds made him feel a little strange. It was as if this courtyard wasn't some mysterious high-ranking official's mansion, but rather a campus full of the smell of youth.
On the way forward, he saw a lot of buildings, and the outer walls of these buildings were all painted white. Even if there were traces of time and wind and rain, it still gave a feeling of cleanliness that made people feel a little cold.
He didn't know how many turns he took, but through the branches in front of him, Xu Le suddenly saw a stone wall that wasn't white. His body slightly stiffened and stopped in his tracks. There were a few lines of scribbled words on the stone wall.
"A person with a pure heart has a boundless future..."
He narrowed his eyes, thinking that the guy who founded the Master Fan Mansion must have been an artistic youth who needed to be cured. The people of the Federation kept criticizing the big shots of the Empire, so he didn't notice that below the line of Empire characters, there was a line of smaller words.
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There was no trace of light in the room, no sound, and no one. There was only the faint smell of plant fiber moisture resistance medicine and the unique low electric current of the disk array. There should be countless old books and a huge amount of electronic data stored inside.
Xu Le's eyes narrowed again, and his eyelids were a little dry. He observed for a long time in the dark, and confirmed that this all-alloy room didn't have any overly heaven-defying security measures.
Xu Le used a tool to deactivate several of the triggering alarm systems. Then, he crouched before the dark door and spent three minutes unlocking the door. Slowly, he pushed open the door, revealing a small gap. Then, he slipped in.
He was more grateful than ever for the lock knowledge that the uncle taught him. At the same time, he confirmed once again that as long as he wanted to, he could become the most amazing thief in the universe at any time.
Some pride and contentment surged into his mind, but it was immediately frozen by the scene in front of him.
As far as the eye could see, the room was filled with black cloths. These thick black cotton cloths had a light blocking rate of about 100%. They hung from the ceiling and draped down to the ground. They were like black space partitions, forcibly cutting the three-dimensional space into countless small compartments.
Xu Le looked at these black cloths in surprise. Looking at the books and disks in the grid formed by the black cloths, he vaguely understood that the black cloths were probably used as partitions, but he didn't know why they were like that.
He didn't have much time. First, he quickly browsed through the paper books on the bookshelves, and found that there should be many secrets of the Empire in them, but they were of no use to him. He flipped through four black cloths in a row, but the result was still the same.
Somewhat relaxed, he casually lifted a black cloth again, but a light flashed into his eyes!
Xu Le's eyes narrowed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to put down the black cloth in time. His right hand pulled out a pistol like lightning, and his finger pressed the trigger tightly, aiming at the back of the figure behind the black cloth.
It was the back of a middle-aged man.
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