Why? This is the shared sentiment of everyone—why isn't the controller working? Why does he feel ashamed to be a father and have to save this little girl? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't make sense of it either, but his full attention was now fixed on the voice emanating from the speaker in the car's chest. Mage? It just mentioned a Mage! How could a robotic voice system refer to a Mage? Suddenly, it struck him—remembering the information left behind by Bing. Could it be that the thing Bing had asked him to find was precisely this car-shaped warrior before him? His mind was filled with astonishment. "Clang... clang..." The Red Slippers lifted and kicked twice, sending the car warrior sliding sideways by half a meter. Zhang Yuanqing snapped to awareness and shouted, "Quick, get back into the car!" Without needing his prompting, Xi Shi, the Fire Mage, and Qi Tian Da Sheng had already opened the doors and were preparing to enter the cabin for safety. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Xie Lingxi, who stood motionless, lifted her, and then carried the upper half of her body under his arm, quickly entering the other vehicle. "Bang!" The door closed, sealing the danger outside. Zhang Yuanqing exhaled softly, then turned to his two companions. Though he had managed to survive—his life force strong enough to withstand the ordeal—this was only a matter of time. Xie Lingxi regained her composure, her gaze complex as she looked at the middle-aged man, softly asking, "Why?" Why risk your life to save me? Faced with the young woman's question, the man who had once been a father-to-be, pale and weary, spoke with an unusually calm tone, counter-questioning, "Doesn't saving someone require a reason?" Xie Lingxi was momentarily stunned. Grandpa, this really isn't something you'd normally say... Zhang Yuanqing thought, his heart stirred. For a brief moment, this simple, unassuming reply touched him deeply. The man who had once been a father-to-be said gently, "You don't need to thank me. You don't need to feel guilty. I saved you—not because of any deep connection we share." For someone like me, death is no less a release. If you knew what I had done before, you would have no pity for me—and indeed, I don’t need any pity at all." His voice was weak, broken. "Wang Tai..." "You said..." "I would like to ask you one thing. If you can make it out of the amusement park alive, please find someone and deliver a message to them. In return, I’ll tell you something—something related to the mission." Why me? Zhang Yuanqing raised his gaze in quiet curiosity, glancing at Xie Lingxi beside him. His face, already pale from the burden of fatherhood, grew even more wan. "She’s from the official side..." Xie Lingxi knew the plan, so perhaps he suspected the young woman was from the official team? Could his story remain unknown to them? Zhang Yuanqing’s thought flashed through him. He nodded. "Very well. I’ll agree—on one condition: that I survive to leave the amusement park alive." “The person you were sent to find is Master Wuhen. I’d like to pass on a message to him…” Stiffening at the thought of being a father, he paused, his gaze flickering with bewilderment, resentment, and sorrow. “I’m truly sorry, but even now, I still don’t know—was it me who was wrong, or this world?” Zhang Yuanqing blinked, then said, “I’ll remember it.” With a satisfied nod, the man who felt like a father said, “I’ll give you an address, and a piece of information as compensation. Listen closely…” Zhang Yuanqing bent down, pressed his ear close, and after a few seconds, he looked up and said softly, “Agreed. In return, I’ll see that this matter is handled for you.” The man who felt like a father relaxed, no longer trying to hold on; the flickering flame in his eyes dimmed and faded away. Xie Lingxi’s eyes glistened, and tears rolled down, one after another. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't tell whether she was truly crying or just pretending. After a moment's pause, he said, "He is an evil spirit who manipulates others. He told me personally just now, and I don't yet understand why he saved you. Perhaps it has nothing to do with you at all—so you needn't feel guilty." Evil professions often have their own stories. Xie Lingxi patted her nose gently and nodded obediently, "I know—he carries a strong aura of ill fortune. I've known since long ago that he belongs to an evil profession. So, what shall we do now?" She knew she felt guilty being the father of an evil profession... Zhang Yuanqing's eyes darkened as he recalled every word and gesture of Xie Lingxi, then looked out the window, where the red ballet shoes were engaged in fierce combat with the car person. According to their observations, every time the car person appeared, he would pursue the Lingjing Travelers for five minutes continuously. Yet the time had passed—this steel monster still hadn't left. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes swept over the red ballet shoes and the Autobots engaged in battle, then settled on the vehicle to the upper left, where Xi Shi was vigorously tapping at the windows, casting urgent glances toward them, as if calling out for someone. Behind her, Fire Demon and Qi Tian Da Sheng were locked in heated argument. The sudden shift in the situation had caused friction between them—Xi Shi likely wanted to seek his help, but the distance made communication impossible. If things continued like this, they would be trapped inside the vehicle. He suspected they weren't just afraid of the Autobots; they were also afraid of the red ballet shoes, since the hour was nearly up. Zhang Yuanqing gazed at the graceful young girl beside him and asked, "You've seen what's happening outside—what do you think?" Whether this girl was merely acting weak or truly so, she had clearly earned her place in the amusement park and couldn't be considered foolish. A capable leader must know how to seek counsel from the wise. Xie Lingxi still maintained her delicate, frail demeanor, wiping away tears and saying, "To resolve the crisis, we must first understand where the problem lies." We need to understand why the Autobots are showing such uncharacteristic behavior. Indeed, the Autobots have been deceiving us, launching surprise attacks... Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "Go on." "Earlier, when I pressed the controller, the Autobots remained still—proving the controller works. That means the Autobots aren't deceiving us with their intelligence. In other words, we've already shut them down once." Xie Lingxi said. "I noticed something just now—after the power was restored, their speech changed. Could it be that the Autobots' control system has evolved? Might we need to shut them down again?" Shut them down again... Zhang Yuanqing silently pondered this statement, choosing not to ask further, since Xie Lingxi couldn't possibly know—but the analysis provided him with ample inspiration. The Autobots must be connected to the information left behind by Brother Bing. To uncover the details of Brother Bing's disappearance and the matter involving the Mage King, I must have full control over the Autobots. After entering Jinshui Theme Park, he didn’t forget the clue left by Bingge, but didn’t deliberately seek it out either—given the S-level difficulty, simply making it through was already a miracle; stumbling around aimlessly only meant dying faster. Bingge’s clue would have to wait for fate. Right now, this situation is actually a blessing, since both the mission and the clue are being resolved at once—provided, of course, he can overcome the crises. Among the information Bingge left me, besides the spiritual realm number, there was only one sentence: “Two brothers in one lifetime.” Then, one more time… I think I now understand how to use this sentence. Zhang Yuanqing decided to try it and pushed open the car door. “You…” Xie Lingxi was startled, issuing a short call. At a distance, in the car, Xi Shi blinked, and both Qi Tian Da Sheng and the Fire Demon fell silent. How did Wang Tai get out? Was he going to retrieve the dancing shoes? Zhang Yuanqing closed the car door, stepped closer to the car, and stopped about five to six meters away, settling his breath and speaking clearly: “Two brothers in one lifetime!” The sound echoed through the underground parking garage, and then, an astonishing scene unfolded—just moments before, the car person had been furious and aggressive, now suddenly stopping as if its power had been cut. Then, the speaker embedded in its chest emitted a voice: "Command correct!" The steel armor covering its chest creaked and separated smoothly to either side, revealing the internal wiring and a square, black box. Zhang Yuanqing observed this, took a step forward, then thought carefully—determined to prevent any surprise attacks, he summoned the Red Slippers to cover his feet, ensuring his dodge points were fully active, before moving closer. When he reached the car person's chest, he removed the square box. The box was made of black composite metal, with a speaker and two buttons on its front face. Judging only by its appearance, it seemed to be a compact, portable speaker—about the size of half a palm. At this moment, a message appears in Zhang Yuanqing's line of sight: 【Name: King Cat Speaker】 【Type: Audio-Visual Equipment】 【Function: Play audio】 【Introduction: Long, long ago, a cat king deeply passionate about music declared his intention to challenge the God of Light. The God of Light, in response to the cat's arrogance, severely punished it, sealing its soul within an instrument. For years thereafter, the cat king existed alone within the instrument, until a musician from the East discovered it and transformed it into a speaker.】 【Note 1: Drum sound — When the drum sounds, you will gain unparalleled determination, and your enemies will be struck with awe.】 【Note 2: Suona — When the suona sounds, you will prevail in every battle, but please conclude the fight within three minutes; otherwise, the suona will be used for a different purpose.】 【Note 3: Meow, meow, meow! (Who dares to lock me up again? I'll scratch their face to pieces!)】 【Note 4: I want to sing, and I'll sing loudly.】 A piece of equipment—a cost-bearing type—what could it be? It’s exactly what Brother Bing left me. According to the notes, the speaker contains two audio tracks: one is drumming, the other is the suona horn. The drumming enhances combat power and simultaneously intimidates enemies. As for the suona, the note is clear: I must turn off the sound within three minutes, or else it will send me off to be buried. But how does this relate to Brother Bing’s statement that “he left everything there”? Furthermore, what do Notes 3 and 4 mean? I still don’t understand. Zhang Yuanqing carefully examines the speaker in her palm. Overall, this item is quite good—a cost-bearing supportive equipment. While I haven’t yet tried the suona or the drumming, I can’t help but suspect there’s something special about it, given that Brother Bing took so much effort to conceal it here. As for what exactly he concealed within it, that remains to be discovered. At this moment, seeing that the Autobots have indeed been eliminated and have not revived, Xi Shi and the others finally emerge from the vehicle. "Finally made it through the underground parking garage, Wang Tai—thank you so much," said King Qi Tian, beaming. Xi Shi, her eyes full of springtime grace, approached gently and whispered, "Wang Tai brother, I knew you wouldn't let us down. I called for help just a moment ago from inside the car—did you hear me? That's why you came, right?" Brother? Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her—this lady in her thirties, if she were a few years older, could easily be his mother. "How did you learn the method to shut down the car? What is this thing?" the Fire Demon asked, his gaze fixed on the speaker. "It's a piece of props—a supporting-type prop," Zhang Yuanqing smiled, choosing not to answer the first question, and said, "The harvest has been quite good, everyone. I'm taking this prop as my own—does that sound fair?" Just as the Fire Demon was about to speak, he saw the red ballet shoes stepping briskly over, and immediately said, "Since you resolved the matter, the items go to you—fair and reasonable." "Fair, fair," Xi Shi and King Qi Tian nodded in Zhang Yuan was about to place the King Cat speaker into his inventory when he received an unexpected notification: 【The item cannot be stored here.】 Unable to store it? Zhang Yuan was startled, then understood the meaning of note 3. What a pity—this item can't go into the inventory, so he'll have to carry it with him all the time. At that moment, the group received a spiritual realm notification: 【You have completed the underground parking garage task. You are now progressing through the "Heart-Pounding Excitement" task series, which includes the following entertainment facilities: roller coaster—underground parking garage—haunted house (afterlife wedding)—detective puzzle hall. Please reach the third location within half an hour.】 In addition to this information, Zhang Yuan also received another notification: 【Ping! You have successfully led your team to complete a task. You now have one opportunity to exercise the authority of team leader—please designate one of your team members as the evil traitor; the designated member will be eliminated.】 【If no choice is made within thirty seconds, the opportunity will be automatically forfeited.】 This time Zhang Yuanqing didn’t hesitate. He silently murmured to himself, “Give up.” … As he stepped out of the parking lot, a gentle breeze blew. The playground lights remained as dreamy and enchanting as always, and soft, melodic music drifted from afar. With the red ballet shoes at his heels, Zhang Yuanqing glanced around, then turned to his companions and said, “Wait a moment—I’ll be gone for a while.” Facing their attentive gaze, he smiled and explained, “There’s a cost to returning the ballet shoes, and that cost isn’t something you’d want to witness.” The group nodded with a mixture of doubt and belief. At a quiet spot, where no one else was around, Zhang Yuanqing removed the pretense, set the speaker aside, and accepted the red ballet shoes’ invitation to dance. At once, crisp tap sounds echoed through the night. At that moment, the speaker beside him unexpectedly began playing music: "Why not dance? Chatting is less enjoyable than dancing—dancing makes you feel comfortable. Keep dancing—dating is no better than dancing; let's simply dance together..." What on earth? How did he suddenly start playing music? Zhang Yuanqing, already feeling a bit embarrassed as he performed his dynamic dance moves, was startled by the song, nearly losing his balance. So that's what Remark 4 meant? This is so inconvenient—dancing is already awkward, and now this particularly awkward music is playing, making it even harder to face people. Zhang Yuanqing thought this over with a mixture of emotions. The clear, melodic voice masked the rhythmic tapping. The red ballet shoes seemed displeased, tapping more vigorously and consistently. A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing finished his dance, and the red ballet shoes automatically returned to his inventory. When he returned, he wasn't sure if it was just a illusion, but he noticed everyone was looking at him strangely. The five of them followed the signs deeper into the amusement park. The farther they went, the dimmer the lights became, and the more solemn their mood grew. The third attraction was the haunted house—the only part of the park with a supernatural element. According to the spirit guide, the park's upgrade to a Level S scenario was largely driven by these spiritual changes. After walking for four or five minutes, they arrived at a quiet, winding alley. The architectural style here was reminiscent of the Republican era, with white walls and black tiles, and two-story courtyard walls enclosing a series of traditional homes. White lanterns hung beneath each roof. Unnoticed, the ground beneath their feet had changed from concrete to a stone-paved path. The music that had been faintly audible behind them seemed to vanish completely once they entered the alley. Under the still, moonlit night, the white lanterns hung quietly, and the surroundings were utterly silent—no sound at all. Xi Shi clutched Zhang Yuanqing’s arm tightly, glanced back and forth nervously, her voice trembling as she said, “I’m not afraid of killing people—I just can’t bear this atmosphere…” She didn’t quite hold his arm, but Shé Lingxi’s face had turned slightly pale, her expression tense. The Sky-Heaven Monkey King and the Fire Demon were bolder, yet their expressions showed some unease, frequently glancing over their shoulders, as though something were following them. Only Zhang Yuanqing remained calm. Though the air here was thick with阴 qi, it felt incredibly comfortable to him—like coming home. It was precisely this composed demeanor that made Xi Shi and Shé Lingxi unconsciously move closer to him, seeking comfort and reassurance. Unaware of the journey, they had arrived at the entrance of a large courtyard. Unlike other homes, the lanterns here were red, their candlelight glowing like blood, casting a deep crimson hue across the courtyard’s entrance. A red “happiness” character was pasted on the door, and the couplets were also red—indicating the household was celebrating a wedding. They had reached their destination. All of you looked at me, I looked at you, and then we all turned to Zhang Yuanqing at the same time. Zhang Yuanqing took a few steps forward, knocked firmly on the door, and announced in a strong voice: "Is anyone there? I'm here to marry your lady." As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open, and a cold, gusting wind poured in from within.