Chapter 409

Pfft—

The door made a sound like a steam train just starting out, then slowly opened.

Zi Zi Busheng waved the card at Sima Di. "I should be glad these guys didn't set up fingerprint or iris recognition... otherwise I'd really have to Exert Considerable Effort... No, if they really did that, even sneaking into the Navy would be hard."

"That's true... the technology level in this world is far behind, even using the bio-sonic waves emitted by Den Den Mushi for long-distance communication... but that also makes things easier for us. Otherwise, if we ran into AI or something, we'd be dead."

"AI, huh... I'm actually looking forward to a full-dive VR game." Zi Zi Busheng said as he walked in.

"Right now, aside from lacking a virtual interface and having only one life, what's the difference between us and a full-dive VR game... By the way, my main class is Summoner." Sima Di joked, following Zi Zi Busheng inside.

"Summoner? That's a great class for group fights. I'm a boxer specializing in control... or a Fighter?"

The two of them entered while talking.

The lights inside had automatically turned on as the two opened the door.

Sima Di looked up and saw a familiar object.

A camera.

Sima Di didn't even move; the Divine Technique Blade drew itself, its tip piercing the screen.

Hearing the crackling sound of the electric current, Zi Zi Busheng couldn't help but smack his lips. This guy really is a Summoner...

Sima Di looked around; everywhere were iron racks, very similar to the racks for storing Emol he had seen at the shipyard. The only difference was that these racks were all empty.

"Looks like they've already emptied everything out." Sima Di said.

"No." Zi Zi Busheng, with sharp eyes, seemed to have found something. "Maybe there's still some left."

"Hmm?"

Sima Di turned his head to look and found Zi Zi Busheng facing him, having already reached the end of the warehouse.

Just as Sima Di wanted to warn Zi Zi Busheng, Zi Zi Busheng raised his hand... and smashed through the wall.

No, that wasn't a wall.

That thing was far thinner than a wall; rather than a "wall," it was more like a thin wooden board, the kind anyone here could easily break with their strength.

Sima Di walked over and, together with Zi Zi Busheng, removed these annoying thin wooden boards, revealing the original appearance.

The space behind the thin wooden boards was just as spacious as the space in front of them, but on those identical iron racks were densely packed narrow-necked bottles with a capacity of five hundred milliliters, and the liquid inside each bottle was a dense dark purple.

"Emol..."

"Looks like they hid the Emol they couldn't transport using this cunning method... but they forgot that the area of the second floor should be the same as the space of the first floor... at the very least, it wouldn't be smaller." Zi Zi Busheng said.

"Then it seems our objective is achieved; we just need to destroy all of these, right?" Sima Di said, casually picking up a bottle.

"Not so fast; there might be something we need here." Zi Zi Busheng walked along the rightmost row, as if searching for something.

"The Spades have been using this place as a transfer point for more than a day or two. If we search carefully, we will definitely find some clues." Zi Zi Busheng looked serious.

"Like the location of the Spades organization, or the source of this energy?"

Sima Di searched here just like Zi Zi Busheng, hoping to find a scrap of packaging with a few words on it, or some electronic device capable of recording.

Finally, they discovered something unusual somewhere on the wall of this warehouse.

While others use books to trigger mechanisms, these guys from the Spades actually use Emol as the key.

In the last row of this warehouse, if you observe carefully, you will see that all the bottles placed there are Type S Emol, and in the very center position, there is a bottle of italicized Type S Emol.

The former is Sorrow, while the latter is Sloth.

Since both originate from negative emotions, there is no difference in color concentration; the only difference is the small label on the bottle body.

If not for Zi Zi Busheng's incredible memory, who would have noticed this tiny difference among thousands of bottles?

As soon as Zi Zi Busheng stepped forward and picked up this special bottle of Emol, the rack in front of him began to creak and groan, and together with the wall behind the rack, it slowly rotated open.

The two exchanged a glance, then entered this secret room one after the other.

However, just as they entered the secret room, Zi Zi Busheng made an action that Sima Di found puzzling.

He took off his knuckle dusters and placed them at the entrance.

Just as Sima Di wanted to ask Zi Zi Busheng why he did this, he spoke up.

"Hearts, it seems we've found our unexpected treasure."

This secret room was huge, so large it felt somewhat empty, appearing to be at least half the size of the warehouse. At the far end of the secret room stood a small podium, on which sat a safe.

Zi Zi Busheng stepped forward to inspect it and found it was an old-style dial combination lock.

But unfortunately, neither of them had the password, and neither was a lock-picking expert; their ears were usually just for listening to music.

"Looks like we'll have to break it open violently." Zi Zi Busheng said, about to punch the safe.

"Hey, wait." Sima Di hurriedly stopped him. "Aren't you afraid there might be something fragile inside?"

Zi Zi Busheng scratched his head awkwardly. He was just thinking about showing off a little in front of a lady, but he forgot about the fragile items.

"Then what do we do?"

Sima Di looked closely at the safe and said, "... Let me try."

"You can open it? Does that mean you moonlight as a thief?"

"What thief? My secondary class is Prophet, okay?"

"Prophet?"

"Don't speak; just watch."

Sima Di placed his hand on the dial, fully activating his Advanced Observation Haki; in his eyes, countless red dots flashed and intersected.

【Future Deduction】.

Sima Di's Advanced Observation Haki has three functions; currently, the most powerful is map modeling, followed by precognition, and finally lie detection (this one is more like a fixed ability).

As for the precognition ability, using it alone predicts three seconds, but what if it is used continuously? What if the actions before the prediction are controllable actions?

On the dial, Sima Di can choose from one to one hundred, creating one hundred possible futures. And from each future, another hundred can be deduced. If this safe has a three-digit password, then there are one million possibilities.

Countless predictions are used to deduce the single correct path from these one million possibilities.

Sima Di had once applied this ability to decipher Nami's diary, completing the deduction in roughly fifteen seconds and successfully unlocking it. Unfortunately, Sima Di hadn't had time to look before Nami discovered him.

... So, even a diary with a combination lock shouldn't be left lying around carelessly, let alone tossed onto the deck.

It's just a pity the precognition lasts only three seconds, so this ability can only be applied to things like cracking passwords.

Sima Di stood with his back to Zi Zi Busheng; he simply watched the Heart place a hand on the dial and then remained motionless.

Curious, Zi Zi Busheng walked half a circle to face Sima Di, seeing only Sima Di staring intently at the dial, with red light flashing repeatedly in his ink-black pupils. This reminded Zi Zi Busheng of the electronic eyes of robots in those sci-fi movies; perhaps a laser beam would fire the next second.

Because the possibilities were vast, Sima Di spent a full five minutes completing the deduction.

When the deduction ended, Sima Di's only sensation was a headache.

The password on this thing actually has five digits!

If this were really reality, Sima Di would have spun the dial until it sparked, wouldn't he?

Seeing Sima Di clutch his forehead, Zi Zi Busheng asked with concern.

"Heart, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just a bit of a headache from overusing the ability, but at least I know the password now..." Sima Di turned the dial according to the deduced result.

Crack—

"It really opened... Doesn't that mean you could be a great thief? How about we team up later to become a male-and-female duo of great thieves? I'll provide the brains, you provide the ability?" Zi Zi Busheng exclaimed in admiration.

"Cut it out! I'm not a zombie!" Sima Di said, then opened the safe; however, upon seeing what was inside, he froze on the spot.

Seeing Sima Di's expression, Zi Zi Busheng instantly understood what had happened.

"Run fast! The safe is empty! This is a trap!" Sima Di shouted.

At the same time, the exit began to close, and countless pipes extended into the secret room from who-knows-where, releasing an unknown pale yellow gas from within.

Sima Di finally understood why this secret room was so large, yet the safe was placed at its very deepest point.

All of this was to ensure they had no chance to escape!

However, just as the doorway was about to close completely, the door stopped moving, emitting a creaking, groaning sound.

Looking in that direction, they discovered it was the brass knuckles Zi Zi Busheng had placed there upon entering that were wedged in the doorway, preventing the door from closing further. Because the brass knuckles were a weapon, the metal used to make them was extremely sturdy; the door simply could not crush them.

But... just as the two were about to move.

They were surprised to find they couldn't move at all.