Chapter 1340: Chapter 1340

Chapter 1340:

“Lee, don’t stress yourself too much,” Rhys said, his voice steady and reassuring.

Standing at the central monitoring console, Harlee listened to each word from Rhys. The tears she had been holding back began to fall. How could she not have noticed? She had meticulously studied the blueprints. Rhys’ location followed a unique path separate from the others: his safety was inversely linked to theirs.

She wiped her tears away and then, in a swift motion, cleared the blueprint from the console, her face set with resolve. “Time is running out. I’m going to try something, even if it’s a long shot.”

Upon hearing this, Rhys looked up at the monitor and gave her a comforting smile. The tenderness on his face appeared deeply rooted, completely unaffected by any fear of death. “Go ahead and give it a shot. I’ll help you figure it out,” he said, his voice conveying a sense of solidarity as if he were right there beside her.

Harlee stared at the countless buttons before her, recalling her memories of Nola while the blueprint’s details replayed in her mind.

In her thoughts, the buttons rearranged themselves, aligning with Nola’s known preferences. She matched each one with its description from the blueprint. She believed these buttons, set according to Nola’s habits, were correctly sequenced. The blueprint indicated that activating these specific buttons would stop the gears.

Harlee bit her lip, a reflection of the internal struggles she had endured, which left her visibly exhausted.

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She rotated her neck to relieve the tension, interlaced her fingers, and stretched to ease her muscles. Once she had firmly committed the sequence of buttons to memory, she took a deep breath and prepared to act.

Just as she was about to press the button, Harlee saw Rhys, who had been scribbling on the floor, suddenly stand. His deep voice broke the silence. “No, if you follow that sequence, there’s a sixty percent chance it will speed up the gears.”

Concerned about making an error, Harlee had explained the blueprint and the console buttons while deliberating, giving Rhys a rough idea of the mechanism’s layout.

At his warning, Harlee’s eyes widened, and she quickly withdrew her hand. Rhys then stepped back and gazed up at the surveillance camera. “Can you see my writings from that angle?”

“Let me check,” Harlee responded, immediately focusing her attention on the monitor showing Rhys. She observed him standing behind some scribbled numbers, his expression tense as though he had hit a snag. The numbers were blurry, making them difficult to discern clearly, but Harlee managed to capture their basic outline.

Rhys had been reversing the logic to find a solution, validating her proposed actions. All seemed correct, except for the last step.

“So, you’re saying this final button would actually speed up the trap, not pause it, correct?” Harlee asked, taken aback.

“Yes,” Rhys confirmed with certainty. “I’m not sure how you initially deduced it, but reversing the logic shows this button would increase the speed. Try running it through your mind again.”

Harlee reconsidered the sequence in her thoughts and realized that her findings aligned with Rhys’ calculations. She also spotted a significant oversight. They were facing a scenario with no apparent exit.

Harlee involuntarily looked at Rhys through the monitor, and as if connected by an unspoken bond, he also glanced at the surveillance camera, their eyes meeting momentarily.

Tears streamed down Harlee’s face.

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