Chapter 4626: Desperate Escape (Part 5)

"You... you you you you..." Lucifer pointed at that thing and stuttered for a long time, unable to remember how to say it in English for a moment.

And Anatoli had already started checking the small bedside table, which was the only thing in this room with research value besides the bed. The bedside table was made of iron, so it couldn't be smashed open with violence; it was embedded in the wall behind, so it couldn't be taken away. There was nothing on top, but there was a drawer. The surface of the drawer had no keyhole, so it shouldn't be opened with a key.

There was a handle on the surface of the drawer, and if you pulled it directly, it wouldn't open. However, when pulling, you would find that the drawer could move and would make a "clatter clatter" sound.

Anatoli was busy studying the cabinet and ignored Lucifer. Lucifer reached out to grab him, but the moment he touched his shoulder, he heard him grunt.

Lucifer quickly retracted his hand, and his wings closed with a swoosh. Anatoli turned his head to look at him and said: "If you can't help, go sit over there for a while, can you stop adding to the chaos here?"

"Who said I can't help?!" Lucifer raised his tone and said, "This is a two-player game, of course I have to participate too!"

Anatoli appeared a bit helpless. He squatted on the ground, turned around, and pointed to the bed over there for Lucifer. Lucifer thought Anatoli wanted him to go over and check the bed, so he walked over. As a result, Anatoli grabbed the side of his wings directly and made him sit down.

Anatoli squatted on the ground, looking at him from bottom to top and said: "You are a god, you can get whatever you want without any effort. This has led to the fact that in the tens of thousands of years since your birth, your brain has never turned. Lucifer, this kind of puzzle game is not suitable for you. You'd better stay put, okay?"

Lucifer almost jumped up, but he had no divine power now, and his wings made him much heavier than an average person, so he couldn't jump up at all, just flapped his wings fiercely on the spot.

"Are you saying I'm stupid? Anatoli. You are the first person to say so. I am the Satan who rules hell..."

"You are not stupid," Anatoli said very calmly, "God gave you high intelligence, allowing you to understand very complex cosmic structures, and you can edit cosmic operating programs easily."

"Then why do you say I'm not suitable for puzzle games?"

"I'm just saying, you are not good at the process of putting in labor to obtain results. You usually obtain results directly. Isn't that right?"

"Do you remember the bet we made when we were in hell?" Anatoli looked into Lucifer's eyes and said, "Without using your cosmic administrator power, whether you can catch us again."

Lucifer's expression became a bit dim: "I've said it many times. If I had known you cared so much about them, I wouldn't have..."

"I'm not talking about this." Anatoli took a soft breath and said, "You agreed to the bet, trying not to use the power of a god, but just like a ruler and general, by leading the hell masses to search for us, to win the bet. But you lost."

"This is not because we are strong, but because you are not good at doing something without using divine power. If I remember correctly, your bar didn't do very well either, right?"

"The reason for the poor operation of the bar is complex," Lucifer tried to explain, "there are always those blind people coming to make trouble, and I don't want to expose my identity all the time and make a big scene."

"And then?"

"I found them annoying, so I could only close the bar and go to another place to open a new one." Lucifer spread his hands and said.

"But it's not that easy," Anatoli said, "you have to have enough funds, find a suitable house, rearrange and formulate the menu, and recruit staff. If all of this doesn't require you to put in any effort, but just conjured out of thin air, then you will keep repeating the process of business failure."

"I didn't," Lucifer said immediately, "you don't know yet, the bar I opened in Haibincheng this time didn't go out of business, and it was a location that Shiler and I chose together."

"Limited funds? A location chosen after weighing the pros and cons? Careful management and arrangement?"

"Of course!" Lucifer hummed lightly, "Although it must be very unexpected to you, ever since I lost the bet, I have seriously reflected on it. After clearing out hell, I rarely conjured anything out of thin air. Although sometimes I was so poor I wanted to hit the wall, I still survived, didn't I?"

Anatoli suddenly laughed. When he laughed, the arc of his upper eyelid would become particularly eye-catching, like a crescent moon. Then his smile faded, and he lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

"Why do I feel like you're very sad?" Lucifer asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that my shoulder hurts a little," Anatoli said, "I've never participated in this kind of game, and I thought that breaking the collarbone at the start was a normal operation."

"So you really broke your collarbone completely to get that ring off?!" Lucifer roared, "Are you crazy?! How could there be such game rules that force people to self-harm..."

"I envy your understanding of the beauty of this world," Anatoli muttered in Russian, "while I always think of it as very bad."

"Don't try to hide it from me," Lucifer also said in Russian, "you still only use your mother tongue to change the subject. What I want to say is, you can understand this place as a large playground, instead of some life-and-death test..."

"No. Don't always be so optimistic, Lucifer. Think about it, if it were you who was locked up, what would you do?"

"Of course I would use my intelligence to solve the puzzle, instead of self-harming like you as soon as I come up..."

"I just hope my speed of self-harming is faster than yours, so I can stop you." Anatoli turned back to study the bedside table, leaving Lucifer alone, stunned by this sentence.

Silence filled the room. Thor, holding the crowbar, stood in front of Loki, while Loki sat on the ground with one leg curled up, turning his head to the side: "As you can see, I really can't get up."

Thor squatted down and looked into his eyes and said: "Why didn't you tell me? Loki? Why didn't you tell me that your collarbone was locked?"

"Because you always make a big fuss," Loki looked at him with a frown, "making it seem like I'm about to die. I know what you want to say now. You want to say that it was a mistake for us to participate in this kind of dungeon, because I have never suffered such an injury since I was a child. I shouldn't have insisted on breaking in knowing that a high-difficulty restricted dungeon would have such a situation. This is not something a smart person should do."

Thor squatted down, then sat cross-legged, looked at Loki and said: "Loki, perhaps you don't believe it, but actually I don't want to say that. If I could calm down immediately after seeing you injured, I could also tell you that I saw the effort you put in when challenging difficulties, instead of just seeing the part where the difficulty crushed you. But the fact is I can't. Usually at such times, I can't calm down at all."

"If it weren't for choking on two mouthfuls of water just now, which left me a bit weak, the roaring sound you heard from me would be ten times louder than it is now. Because besides that, I can't vent my pain. Do you understand?"

"You choked on water?" Loki opened his eyes wide and looked at him, "Are you an idiot? Don't you know you can't breathe in the water?!"

Loki subconsciously wanted to stand up, completely forgetting that his collarbone was still locked; he exerted force with his legs, and the collarbone ring pulled him, making him let out a scream.

"Uh!!!!"

He fell to the right, Thor rushed forward to support him, then straightened his body, waved the crowbar in his hand, and said: "Originally I wanted to say we could rest for a while, now it seems I'd better get you down first."

Loki was dizzy with pain, his whole body was shaking: "One thing is right. I have never... damn it. Don't let me know who designed this level... hiss..."

After Loki started cursing, Thor didn't make a sound instead. He picked up the crowbar and started prying the iron rod; after prying a few times, the iron rod moved. Accompanied by the iron rod falling off, Loki fell to the ground, lying on the ground panting.

Thor walked over and helped him up, helped him to the bed to lie down. Loki tried hard to turn over, swallowed, and said: "We still need one more key to get out... now only the bedside table is left... you check... check the bedside table..."

Thor walked over and started checking the bedside table. He first knocked on it with the crowbar, studied the seam with the wall, and pulled the drawer hard, obviously none of it had any effect.

Of course, his mouth wasn't idle during this process: "Loki, you might be very smart, but your memory really isn't very good. Almost every time you were injured when you were a child, you were in so much pain you couldn't move, wishing you could cry until you fainted in Frigga's arms. But every time you plunged into danger, it seems you never remembered these..."

"Shut up, Thor, shut up!" Loki knocked on the bed edge with his hand, "I've grown up. I'm now the Prince of Asgard..."

As a result, because of his hand movement, he pulled on the collarbone wound again, making him tremble all over with pain, the veins on his forehead pressed against the bed board wrinkled, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Thor had to stop his movements and help him adjust his body posture, he said: "I never felt that you being afraid of pain meant you weren't brave enough, but you always feel that way yourself."

Loki pursed his lips and didn't speak, he also felt he couldn't speak. After lying quietly on the bed for a while, he whispered: "I heard... there was a sound when you pulled the drawer just now... you try again..."

Thor's movement paused. He changed his posture, knelt beside the bedside table, leaned his body forward, pressed his ear close to the bedside table, and pulled the drawer with his hand; sure enough, he heard a "clatter clatter" sound. This sound was a bit strange, not like something a normal drawer component could make, but a bit like something colliding.

Loki revealed a look of realization, he said: "There should be a mechanism inside."

"Ball bearing mechanism." Eric said, "I've seen it when cracking Fisher's safe. Do you still remember that guy?"

"That casino boss? Didn't he die on the yacht?" Charles sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the iron rod in his hand, "Didn't you kill him?"

"No. He offended the Hellfire Club and was finished off by the Black King at the time." Eric pulled the drawer gently with his hand, "He was a safe tycoon, he had everything in his private vault. It's a pity, it's just that there were no safes that weren't metal."

Charles laughed and said: "Then you still went to the trouble of studying the safe's mechanism?"

"Many safes have devices that automatically destroy themselves under external pressure." Eric lifted the drawer a bit more, pressed his ear against it, and listened carefully to the movement inside, "I got it. Inside there is an S-shaped passage that can rotate, and there is a ball bearing inside the passage. It is precisely the ball bearing that jammed the drawer. I need to push and pull the drawer to let the ball bearing roll down, so I can pull the drawer out."

"Pull it out a little first, then lift it up. Push it back, then lift it up. Immediately after, press the back half down..."

Click.

"Alright." ===== CHAPTER 4627 =====