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.

had expected, it was a door. Inside was a space filled

like a dungeon," Dean commented, glancing at Atlas as the latter already walked in. He hissed, thinking they got here because of

dark in there," he grumbled as he pulled out his phone. But before

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

you are going to die alone, you know?" he muttered, pushing the door wider as he walked out

this vault door was meant to open only from the outside. But inside? If this closed with them still inside, there was no way they could get out. They

sure the door would stay open, even if it closed, he turned. As soon as he did, he caught Atlas already holding his phone with its flashlight on. But that wasn't where

catching what looked like a map plastered

yet, but somehow, Dean had this feeling that

he moved his flashlight around, catching a

looked like cylinders and

here?" he wondered to himself before moving his light around. He moved closer to the entrance, searching

was no switch, but there

at it momentarily before reaching out and

their flashlights and the light coming from the door, the two of them squinted their eyes. Unlike the warm orange lights from the stairs and outside, the lights in this place

eyes carefully. "What the hell is that

a glimpse of what this place was. Deep lines formed on

the vault was bigger than expected. The walls were small tiles of white, with one side where Atlas stood near, full of papers Not just newspapers, but notes, photos, case files,

investigation board, but instead of using a real

were taped next

other women, men,

few elderly people. There were also familiar faces

Zoren, William, Old Mrs.