54, you are the informant.

Zhou Yang was already dead.

Lin Qing slightly furrowed his brows and walked step by step toward the safe, just in time to see that half-concealed, odd device on top of it, as well as the piston that was trembling faintly.

But when he looked closely, the piston blocking the pipe entrance wasn't moving at all.

That was definitely not an illusion... this thought flashed through Lin Qing's mind.

Remembering Zhou Yang's incredulous and unwilling expression before his death, it was clear that this must be some kind of device capable of backfiring on him.

For example...

A high-speed jet of hypnotic gas, or poison?

But the device hadn't been triggered, and that piston seemed to be suppressed by some unseen force...

Was there some invisible power secretly helping him?

Then he thought about his recent unexplained intuition...

At this moment, many thoughts emerged in Lin Qing's mind.

Could it be... telekinesis?

A telekinesis awakener?