Ling Yichen stood at the entrance to the basement, the damp, musty smell hitting him. The faint, dim light at the entrance seemed like a signal to unknown dangers. Every sound made his heart race. The secret of the chip that determined the fate of the new drama was hidden in this bottomless darkness.
Ling Yichen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the damp, musty smell filled his nostrils, making him frown involuntarily. His hand gripped the gun tightly, his knuckles white from the force, his palms sweaty, the cold gun barrel slipping slightly in his hand. A sinister atmosphere permeated the basement, mixed with the musty smell of dust, making his breathing heavy.
He descended the steps cautiously, each step deliberate, as if afraid of triggering a hidden danger. The dim light cast his distorted shadow on the wall, swaying with his movements. He heard his own heavy footsteps echoing in the empty basement, a dull thud, as if another person were closely following him in the darkness.
Suddenly, a soft ticking sound reached his ears, crisp and rhythmic, sounding particularly jarring in the silent basement. Ling Yichen was startled. He stopped and cautiously looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. But in the darkness, he could see nothing but the continuous ticking, like the tolling of a countdown clock, each tick striking his taut nerves.
He continued walking forward, the ticking sound growing clearer, and at the same time, a faint stench of decay gradually spread. Ling Yichen's heart suddenly raced; he could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, making his eardrums ache. He gripped his gun tightly and slowly approached the source of the sound.
When he finally reached the source of the sound, he found a dilapidated faucet, dripping water drop by drop. The water droplets fell to the ground, forming a small puddle and emitting a putrid odor. Ling Yichen breathed a sigh of relief, but his vigilance did not lessen in the slightest. He knew that this basement hid too many secrets, and every corner could harbor deadly dangers.
He continued exploring the basement when suddenly, a faint light appeared ahead. Ling Yichen was overjoyed and walked towards the light, hoping to find an exit or clues about the chip's secrets. As he approached, the light grew brighter, and at the same time, he heard a faint buzzing sound, like the operation of some kind of machine.
When he finally reached the source of the light, he discovered it was a huge computer tower, its screen flashing strange symbols and numbers. Ling Yichen's eyes lit up immediately; he knew these symbols and numbers might be related to the secrets of the chip. He eagerly went to the computer and carefully examined the content on the screen.
Just as he was engrossed in studying the computer screen, he suddenly heard soft footsteps behind him. Startled, Ling Yichen quickly turned around, his gun pointed at the source of the sound. In the darkness, he saw a blurry figure approaching him; the figure's silhouette looked extremely eerie, causing his heart to race.
"Who's there? Come out!" Ling Yichen shouted, his voice echoing in the basement, trembling slightly.
The figure didn't answer, but continued to approach him. Ling Yichen's palms were sweaty, his finger tightly gripping the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. When the figure entered the light, Ling Yichen saw its face clearly—it was a person wearing a mask.
"Who are you? Why did you lead me here?" Ling Yichen asked angrily.
The masked man didn't answer, but instead let out a sinister laugh. The laughter echoed in the basement, sending a chill down Ling Yichen's spine. "You think you can easily uncover the chip's secret? Too naive," the masked man said coldly.
A surge of rage welled up within Ling Yichen, and he charged towards the masked man without hesitation. The masked man swiftly dodged to the side, simultaneously drawing a dagger from his waist and thrusting it towards Ling Yichen. Ling Yichen hastily parried with his arm, the dagger tearing through his sleeve, leaving a shallow gash on his arm, the pungent smell of blood instantly filling the air.
Ignoring the pain, Ling Yichen brandished his gun, attempting to retaliate. The masked man nimbly dodged his attacks while constantly seeking opportunities to strike. The two engaged in a fierce fight in the basement, their figures moving rapidly in the dim light, the sounds of fists and feet clashing echoing through the space.
Suddenly, the masked man kicked Ling Yichen hard in the chest, sending him staggering back several steps before he fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, the masked man pounced, raising his dagger high and aiming it at Ling Yichen's chest. Ling Yichen's eyes widened in terror as he struggled desperately, trying to dodge the fatal blow.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce Ling Yichen, he suddenly noticed a tiny crack in the masked man's mask. A thought struck him; he shoved the masked man forcefully and simultaneously smashed the masked man's mask with the butt of his gun. With a "crack," the masked man's mask shattered, revealing a familiar face.
"How could it be you?" Ling Yichen exclaimed in surprise, unable to believe his eyes.
The masked man didn't answer, but quickly turned and ran in another direction from the basement. Ling Yichen struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his body, and chased after the masked man in the direction he had fled.
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