No More Locked Doors นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The room felt like death, so all the cover ups didn’t do much. The room didn’t have any windows, which didn’t surprise me. The door had four locks on it, I spotted the hidden gun under the desk, the knife taped behind a statue, and the trap door in the corner. The wood didn’t lay right, and I would have bet my life that he had an escape set up just in case. Finally, I saw three corgis laying in a pile together near Locke’s feet. “Mordechai Clare,” his guard said, handing Simon Locke a file on me. The man took it, then shook my hand and told me to have a seat.

He turned the door handle only to find that it was locked from the inside. The only one who could override the main panel to lock him out was Cameron, the homeowner. All the building materials used in the Carter Mansion were top-notch. The electronic door locks were even more sophisticated. Not only were they bulletproof, they were also resistant to moderate explosives. It was designed to keep burglars out, but Cade didn't think he'd be the first person to be locked out. He took a deep breath. After confirming that he had no way of opening the door, he took out his phone to call Cameron.

It got new hardware this afternoon like any other door, entered as ordinary repair, and it gave nobody a new right. The packet is a third thing again, and I made Ames write all three out separately so no wolf reading this in ten years welds them together. The outer lock and its three logged keys. The inner room and the two of us. The document box in the press, where Mara holds the room and I hold the box, so neither of us can reach it alone. We did the closing list in the outer room that afternoon with the door open, because there was nothing left in it that needed a shut door.

At the bottom stood another steel door. Unlike the first... This one had no keypad. Only a simple engraved sentence. Truth survives longer than memory. Elena reached for the handle. Locked. She looked at the silver key. One key. Two doors. Impossible. Unless... She examined the handle closely. A tiny slot was hidden beneath the engraving. Not for the whole key. Only its narrow tip. She inserted it halfway. Turned gently. Click. The lock released. The heavy door opened. Rows upon rows of shelves filled the enormous underground chamber.

“Look all you want.” He followed me down the hallway, his body stiff, tense like a coiled spring. I walked slowly, stopping at each door. Listening. Nothing. I tried the first door. Locked. Kael smiled. “Told you. Storage.” I ignored him and moved to the next one. Another locked door. “Privacy,” Kael said again. “Some guests pay extra for it.” My hand hovered over the third door. Something inside me screamed. Here. But when I twisted the handle — it was locked too.

Not to lose the opportunity, I stepped inside. I was in the living room, which would be perfect for any business meeting. I saw an open space towards the end of the room, which showed the entire view of the city. I saw a dining place and a bedroom on the other side. I snapped out from admiring the interior when I heard a click and turned to see Mr. Alastair closing the door. But why is locking and stowing the key in? Was he not going to wait for whoever is about to come? Or did he booked the room for any other purposes and mistook me? I took a step back unconsciously at these thoughts. **************************

My expression remained impassive as I looked at the milk cartons that Hannah was holding. I could tell at a glance that they were the discounted ones that were close to their expiry dates from the grocery store downstairs. The sales assistants were constantly trying to sell them off whenever I passed by the store. I unlocked my apartment door and placed my groceries on the cabinet. At the same time, I shoved my foot against the door and prevented Hannah and Thomas from entering. "You have something to say to me, don't you? Out with it."

They were so confident that the universe would bend to their will as the stock market always had. But the Door was not a machine you could force. It had a will. It had a memory. It was an ancient, intelligent phenomenon that had waited a hundred years for the King and his General. It had accepted the raw Uwezo and the emotional Hekima it required to bridge the dimensions. It had no need for parasites. It had no tolerance for the small-minded men who built cages of glass and steel to hide from the rain. Just as the first man’s fingertips—a billionaire with manicured nails and a frantic scream on his lips—brushed the violet surface, the Door blinked.

Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before. "Open the door! Open the door now! Those things are going to get us!" "La Signorina," Quinto's low, threatening voice was heard through the door. "You heard what happened to the other guy just now. If you don't open the door, you're going to die right after us!" They then stopped throwing themselves at the door and began targeting the door's weakest spot—the door lock. They kept attacking the door lock now as it was the most likely to break first, and their hammering only grew louder and louder with each strike. The lock visibly began wobbling.

A blond who couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen asked, sniffling. “It’ll be all right,” Adam insisted, even though he didn’t have any reason at all to think that what he’d said was true. There was no keypad on the door, so it was possible that that was why Lightning couldn’t unlock it, but he thought that all of the locks were controlled by the same computer system. It might actually be easier for him to blast through the door without a keypad, though.