I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

Chapter 807: Chapter 807: Twelve Locks
 

A party of six entered the maze.

As Bai Youwei had envisioned, enhancing physical abilities should, of course, benefit everyone—the more, the better. Ideally, Tan Xiao, Pan Xiaoxin, and Teacher Cheng should have joined in.

But considering the dangers, they could only be left in the dollhouse, waiting for her to get a clear grasp of the maze’s situation before deciding whether to let them participate.

Bai Youwei, Shen Mo, Asarina, Du Lai, Chen Hui, and Leonid, together walked through the maze door opened by the Inspector—

At first, it was just like entering any other maze, blanketed in white nothingness.

The people beside her had all disappeared.

As she continued inward, the white fog grew darker until it turned pitch-black.

She felt the wet and slimy stone walls on either side, as if they were layered with moss that had never seen the light of day.

This touch made Bai Youwei quite uncomfortable. She retracted her hand, took out a flashlight from her backpack, and shone it around.

Perhaps it was the environment that was too gloomy and oppressive, but the flashlight’s beam still looked sinister in the corridor, failing to bring any sense of brightness or warmth.

At the end of the corridor stood a wooden door, rotten and ancient, with its edges wrapped in rusty iron sheets and without a bolt in place.

Bai Youwei pushed firmly, and it opened.

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This heavy door made no sound as it swung open.

She stepped inside; the room, roughly two hundred square meters, had four doors set into each of the walls. There were no windows, only a rectangular pillar standing from the floor to the ceiling in the center.

Small oil lamps, no bigger than beans, burned at each corner of the pillar, barely illuminating it.

One by one, Bai Youwei’s companions started to appear in this stone chamber.

They did not enter through doors but emerged from the shadows around the stone chamber, then each observed the environment.

—Other than a single pillar, there was nothing.

Despite there being doors on each side, everyone was too wary to open them. No one knew what might lie beyond.

They eventually gathered in front of the stone pillar.

On one side of the pillar was an iron door with locks, and the other three sides were covered with murals.

The murals appeared to be the clues for this maze. They carefully examined each one with their flashlights.

The first mural depicted a Minotaur, chasing a group of tiny people, who were so abstract in their drawing that they only came up to the Minotaur’s knees.

The second mural showed the Minotaur feasting. Its huge claw grabbed a tiny person, biting them in half at the waist as the remains lay scattered at its feet while other tiny people huddled together, seemingly in utter terror.

In the third mural, the Minotaur lay on the ground while a slightly taller person plunged a sword into its chest, with several tiny people dancing around them.

Turning to the fourth side of the pillar, there were no murals, just an iron door secured with exactly twelve locks.

Bai Youwei stretched out her hand and, from top to bottom, gently ran her fingers over the metal locks—the texture was cold, hard, heavy.

“It seems that something of utmost importance must be behind this door,” said Du Lai, looking at the others, “Should I give it a try?”

Being a professional of a particular sort, Du Lai was an expert at picking locks.

Bai Youwei nodded in response, and everyone backed away to give Du Lai space to work.

Du Lai took out a piece of wire, without much effort bent it to the curvature he wanted, and then inserted it into the keyhole. His ear pressed close, he listened for the tiny sounds made by the wire colliding with the interior of the lock, trying to determine its internal structure.

He frowned as he tried for a while, then straightened up and shook his head at everyone, “No use, I can’t hear anything.”

After pondering for a moment, Bai Youwei looked up at Shen Mo, “You try as well, both the lock and the door.”

Shen Mo’s paper figurine was incredibly sharp, said to pierce through anything.

But this time it was also utterly ineffectual. The knife-shaped paper doll hacked away at the lock without so much as a spark, and the iron door remained impenetrable.

Bai Youwei sighed softly, “It seems… unless we find all twelve keys, this door cannot be opened.”