Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1682: Underground vault II

Atlas and Dean stood in the middle of the space near where the table was placed.

"I guess that's the exit." Dean glanced at the other path beyond the space they were standing in. He couldn't see ahead, so he narrowed his eyes, but still saw nothing.

Atlas, on the other hand, stood in front of the vault and studied it. It looked like a locker-but wider. However, it was slim for a vault. Even the small office vaults had more width than this.

"It's a door," he said, making Dean look at him.

"Isn't that obvious?" Dean returned sarcastically. "Only a kid wouldn't know this isn't a door."

Atlas ignored him as he walked closer to the combination lock.

"Three..." he whispered, twisting the lock to the number three, then did the same for the next numbers. "... seven..."

He paused as he moved to the number six. "Six."

For a moment, the two of them just stared at the vault, waiting for something to happen. Slowly, Atlas reached for the lever and pulled it down.

CLICK!

Their breaths hitched for a second, a mix of relief that they managed to open it and a strange feeling about what was waiting for them inside. Even so, Atlas pulled it open.

The vault creaked open, echoing sharply in the silence of the underground space they were in.

And just as they had expected, it was a door. Inside was a space filled with darkness. Even the lights where they were standing didn't provide

as the latter already walked in. He hissed, thinking they got here because of him. Yet, Atlas was

dark in there," he grumbled as he pulled out his

for any button or lever to open it from the inside.

wider as he walked out again. He then dragged one of the chairs, propping it on the door to keep it from

If this closed with them still inside, there was no way they could get out. They would both die here, and no one would probably know.

if it closed, he turned. As soon as he did, he caught Atlas already holding his phone with its flashlight on. But that

the hell is that?" His eyes moved up to where Atlas's flashlight could reach, catching what looked like a map

had this feeling that there

the switch," Atlas muttered as he moved his flashlight around, catching a long counter not far from

eyes at what looked like cylinders and test

wondered to himself before moving his light around. He moved closer to the entrance, searching for

was no switch, but

stared at it momentarily before reaching out and

of them squinted their eyes. Unlike the warm orange lights from the stairs and outside, the lights in

Dean breathed out, opening his eyes carefully. "What the hell is that

into his throat as he turned, finally getting a glimpse of what this place was. Deep lines

small tiles of white, with one side where Atlas stood

investigation board, but instead of using a real board, it

of people were

women,

elderly people. There were

photo was there, along Zoren, William, Old Mrs. Pierson,