"I have to thank Mr. Lin for his greed. Not only did he hide so many paintings in the basement, but he also left water and food, enough for me to get by for the next few days."

Lu Zhiwei did not loosen her grip on the porcelain shard in the slightest, as long as he dared to make any rash moves.

The porcelain shards would sever his arteries, causing him to bleed to death.

He dug the basement privately, and the entrance to the basement was extremely well hidden, making it difficult for outsiders to find unless the construction team dug through the foundation.

How did you get in here?

He found this question utterly perplexing.

"I'm lucky; I always manage to escape from seemingly hopeless situations," Lu Zhiwei said with a joking smile.

Actually, she never believed in luck.

They also don't like to leave their fate to chance.

Even if she has only one breath left, she will not give up on saving herself.

Before the art museum collapsed, she discovered clues about the building's architectural structure.

Lin Haotian is a believer in feng shui and a money-grubber.

A place to worship the God of Wealth was created in a secluded corner of the art museum.

The altar for the God of Wealth was a hidden exit; there was a switch there. As soon as she touched it, she fell into the basement.

The basement is surprisingly spacious and unique, with a place for worshipping the God of Wealth, where tea and fruit are placed.

It was thanks to these things that Lu Zhiwei barely managed to get through these few days.

The outside collapsed, preventing her from getting out, and she also lost her phone in the fall.

The basement was very deep from the ground, and she tried countless times to knock and attract the attention of people on the surface, but all to no avail.

"Tell me, who told you to plot this fire to kill me? For someone as greedy as you to burn so many paintings to save my life, this person must be quite important to you."

Getting back to the main point, Lu Zhiwei coldly questioned him.