Chapter 503: Furnace (Eight) _1

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Having descended from the barbed wire net, Fu Qian did not rush to open the door but first approached the only wooden table in the room.

He had noticed something earlier.

Fu Qian talked to himself, looking down at the table surface.

The table was very low, set snugly in a corner of the room, and on its surface lay a silver-white mini recorder, no larger than half a palm.

Fu Qian picked it up and held it in his hand, noting that it already had a cassette tape inside.

In fact, calling it a recorder was not too precise; it was more like one of those old-style interview recorders.

While small and compact, it was also very robust and durable.

And being placed in such a conspicuous position, it was unquestionably a message left for him.

Without rushing to play it, Fu Qian continued to inspect the table, as it seemed to be the only thing in the room that was worth exploring.