Gamers Are Fierce

This time the script is full of weirdness.

When things have developed to this stage, even Li Ang is a little unsure of the hidden story behind it.

Judging from the structure of the corridor and the echo I heard when I threw a screwdriver at the ceiling, the thickness of the ceiling is at least no less than 150mm.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like just now. The sound from upstairs can be transmitted clearly.

Li Ang murmured to himself: Unless the floor is specially designed to conduct sound,

And it still conducts sound in one direction.

He murmured: Judging from the conversation between the two,

They should be a couple, have a daughter, and most likely live in a single-family building in the suburbs.

The man is a scientific researcher, maybe even an alchemist,

I have been busy with an experiment recently and have no time to spend with my wife and daughter.

Li Ang rubbed his chin, Isn't it me who is the sample in the experiment?

Observe how the mice solve the maze?

if it is like this,

This can explain why the men and women upstairs did not hear my shouting.

They planned everything beforehand,

After observing me getting the letter, the planned drama unfolded,

No, they are already co-conspirators and can act in front of me.

Then the information I collected may be all false...

Unless the man and woman upstairs are completely unaware of the underground palace, there is someone else who designed the underground palace and trapped me...

Want to hide from an alchemist,

How difficult would it be to build a large-scale underground palace under their house?

No matter how you think about it, it can't be any easier than when Li Ang secretly renovated the house behind the landlady's back...

The more you think about it, the more possibilities there are,

Li Ang shook his head and cleared his mind, Don't add entities if it's not necessary.

Let’s continue collecting information.

He flipped through the letter paper. The handwriting on the letter this time was equally sloppy, but there was no trace of the pig pen code disguised as stains.

It is understandable that the same routine is ineffective against Saint Seiyas. If the dungeon designer also comes up with a pigsty password, it would be too low-level.

Li Ang put down the letter and picked up the portable kerosene lamp and matchbox placed on the floor of the room.

The kerosene lamp is made of metal and glass. It is red in color, wide at both ends and narrow in the middle, shaped like a gourd. It has no wick, but there is a knob on the side of the lamp head that can adjust the wick in and out.

He picked up the matchbox and

The box is made of hard paper and is as big as half a palm. There is no trademark label on the outside of the box, and there is a red and black phosphorus surface on the left side.

Ordinary red phosphorus, white phosphorus.

Li Ang smelled the phosphorus noodles and opened the matchbox. There were two matches inside.

So? Give me a kerosene lamp but not a wick? Do you want me to rub a wick for you on the spot?

He paused and looked down at the rags of sheets wrapped around his waist, Wait a minute, I think I can rub one myself...

Li Ang sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the hexagonal screwdriver, and took a lot of effort to disassemble the kerosene lamp. After checking it,

I took matters into my own hands and made a simple wick out of bed sheet rags and cotton and stuffed it into the lamp.

“It’s really hard to do anything with these gloves.

I kind of feel for Doraemon, who can only stretch out his round hands.

Li Ang sighed, turned off the kerosene lamp again, and reached out to wipe the remaining broken steps.

After installing the kerosene lamp, he searched the room carefully to make sure there were no hidden elements, then walked out of the first door with the lamp and matches.

The outer door of room B is still closed, and a large number of wooden chair fragments are scattered in the middle of the two doors.

Li Ang picked up the fragment and took a look at it, and found that there was no texture that wood should have on the fractured surface.

All wood is made of wood chips that are forcibly glued together and shaped into one piece.

Forcibly changing the composition of matter. This must be alchemy, right? No wonder it is so difficult to be strong.

Li Ang dropped the wood chips, looked at the closed outer door of room B, and said to himself uncertainly: Should I stand back...

He stood on the ring pattern between the two doors again, and sure enough he saw the red light light up again.

The door on the inside slowly closed, and after waiting for a few seconds, the door on the outside of the room slowly opened.

In order to avoid being locked up again, Li Ang quickly jumped out of the door, only to find that it was pitch dark in the corridor and no light could be seen.

The lights went out?

Li Ang raised his head and glanced at the dark ceiling. Based on his memory, he took out a match, scratched the phosphorus surface of the matchbox, lit the match, and lit the wick.

The light appeared again in the corridor,

Li Ang waved his hand, extinguished the match, and carefully put it into the matchbox.

Seeing the door on the outside of room B closing automatically, he frowned and said: The two doors cannot be opened at the same time...

How come it's a bit like...a decompression chamber or a sterile laboratory?

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