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"Director Wang, come take a look," a villager in front of the safe house called out, turning his head towards Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui walked over to him and looked in the direction he was pointing. There, on the outer wall of the safe house, the golden-red paint had been sliced open by a knife, revealing a glimpse of the black Alloy Material beneath, glinting in the sunlight.
Wang Fugui's eyes widened in surprise. He had thought the house was built from ordinary concrete, but to his astonishment, the material beneath the paint was metal. He reached out to touch it, confirming its cold metallic feel.
Now Wang Fugui felt a bit troubled. If the entire house was made of metal, breaking through would not be an easy task. Moreover, he noticed that the exposed metal area showed no signs of scratches at all. At this rate, they could hammer away for a day without making any progress in breaking into the house.
After pondering for a moment, he called the villagers over and said, "The walls of this house are too thick; we can't break through. Let's look for any ventilation openings on top of the house. It will definitely be easier to break in through those."
Wang Fugui had long suspected that since there were living people inside the house, they must need Oxygen. Therefore, there should be some ventilation connecting it to the outside world. When they first arrived, they probably overlooked this because they hadn't searched carefully enough.
Now that he had multiple people searching together, they would surely find any ventilation openings quickly. Once they located one, breaking through would be much more efficient.
After hearing Wang Fugui's words, the villagers scattered around the safe house, meticulously searching for any signs of ventilation. Many crouched against the outer wall, pressing their faces close to examine every tiny detail.
Soon, one villager discovered a narrow gap at the top of the safe house and hurriedly called Wang Fugui over. "Director Wang, it's right here!"
Following the direction indicated by the villager, Wang Fugui squinted and observed closely. Finally, he spotted a gap thinner than a hair strand. He remembered that this spot was where Lu Xiaoran had opened the door earlier. This meant that the gap was not a ventilation opening but rather a crack from that door.
Wang Fugui gathered a few people and cautiously struck at this door seam to test it out.
Although the crack was visible to the naked eye, it was so fine that nothing could be inserted into it—not even a hair. Trying to pry it open with a knife was simply impossible.
Gazing at the door crack, Wang Fugui fell into deep thought. The entire safe house was too large to rely solely on such a nearly invisible slit for oxygen. This meant there had to be ventilation openings elsewhere in the safe house. The overall shape of the safe house resembled half an ellipsoid; since he couldn't find any openings on the sides, it was possible that the ventilation might be located at the top of the structure.
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