Chapter 5 Being an 'Audience Member

It was like the chime that signaled the serving of a meal in a sit-down restaurant.

Crisp and pleasing to the ear.

Then, a slot about 40 centimeters in length but no taller than 5 centimeters appeared on one side of the apartment wall, and a plate was pushed out, which then gently fell to the ground, supported by a connecting shaft.

Jason glanced at the slot on the wall.

Clearly, it had been designed to prevent people living here from escaping.

Judging by the support bearing, the walls of the apartment were probably filled with extremely precise machinery.

The purpose of which was, of course, not merely to prevent the residents from escaping.

There must be others!

For instance—

To kill the people living in it!

"Double insurance, huh?"

Jason thought to himself, his gaze returning to the plate before him.

Neatly arranged on it were blocks of black, rectangular food.

At first glance, it looked a bit like chocolate.

But there was no scent of chocolate.