Chapter 4627: Desperate Escape (Part 6)

The drawer opened, and Batman reached out and took out the key from it. This key was bigger than any they had obtained before, and it looked like the key to the big door outside.

"Finally done," Superman said, "now we should be able to get out, right? I'm really feeling more and more uncomfortable looking at this thing on your collarbone..."

"Don't rush, Clark." Batman examined the key, and then handed the iron rod he was holding in his hand to Superman, "Help me hold this."

Superman stood beside him, obediently helping him hold the iron rod, but couldn't help but lean over to see what Batman was fiddling with. Batman used his free hand to hold the lower half of the key, while his other hand stroked the upper half.

"There's a mechanism on the key," Batman said, "the light here is dim, it's hard to see clearly, if you don't touch it carefully, you might miss it."

"A mechanism on the key? What is it for?"

Batman didn't answer at first, he touched it carefully, and then revealed a look of realization, and said: "There is a piece of iron here. After turning the metal part down, it's wood inside. Could the keyhole be conductive?"

"Electricity? There's electricity here?" Superman looked around with some surprise, "But this place looks like a medieval dungeon... well, I know what you're going to say, the murderer is just trying to numb us."

"You react really fast, Clark." Batman looked at him with some appreciation, "I think this is the real killing move. Through the previous arrangements and foreshadowing, let us think that there will only be non-modern technology mechanisms here, but in reality, the keyhole is connected to high-voltage electricity, just to electrocute us when we use the key to open the door."

"Sounds like something you would do," Superman said, "does your bedroom door handle discharge when turned to the right, or when turned to the left?"

"That's not important to you, Clark. Kryptonians are natural insulators, you won't be electrocuted."

"But I'll be scared out of my wits!" Superman raised his tone and said.

"I sometimes turn it wrong too. Does that make you feel better?"

"Oh, thanks, I feel much better... what the hell, can't you stop using this trick? How dangerous is this?"

Batman didn't speak, just walked toward the door with the key.

The key was inserted into the keyhole. Pamela's movement paused for a moment. Harley looked at her with some confusion and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Look here." Pamela pointed to the door crack, Harley walked over to look, but the light was really too dim, she couldn't see clearly at all, and had to lean her head closer.

Pamela was a bit helpless, she had to grab Harley's hand and let her touch it. Harley touched the edge of the door frame, and then also revealed a puzzled expression: "Are these scratches? Does this mean the door opens inward?"

Pamela shook her head, and grabbed her hand to touch the other side of the door frame. Harley touched that side, and raised her tone with some surprise: "How come there are some here too?! Can this door be opened from both sides??"

"Oh—" Harley suddenly realized, "This is a revolving door."

"I mean, this is a central-axis revolving door. It's the kind that... the kind that... uh, damn it, who uses this kind of door for no reason?"

"That's what I'm saying," Pamela said, "there are friction marks from opening the door on both sides of this door, it's clearly not normal. If it's really like you said, this is a central-axis revolving door, then it's too high-tech. Unless someone is bored out of their mind and wastes electricity, who would design this kind of door?"

Harley touched her chin and said: "This looks like the kind of third-rate tomb-raiding movie, where an electric mechanism device is deliberately created just to show the exquisite mechanism level of ancient Egypt. The kind that can be sent to a haunted house for challengers to create meaningless difficulties after the movie is filmed."

"In other words, we are not in an ancient dungeon," Pamela said, "at least not an ordinary ancient dungeon. It's possible it's a magic dungeon. Without near-infinite energy, no one would use this kind of door."

Pamela pulled the key out. She said: "If it's a magic dungeon, there should be magic crystals or something on this, or some peculiar decorative patterns... oh, God, what is this?"

Harley leaned over. Pamela kept touching the key with her hand, and then she handed the key to Harley: "There's something that can be turned here. After turning it over, it's... wood inside?"

Harley's eyes turned: "The wood might be for insulation. There's electricity in the keyhole. If we hadn't discovered it, we might have been electrocuted."

"Did Batman design this level?" Pamela couldn't help but say, "This is too insidious, fortunately we didn't open the door just now."

"It couldn't be Batman, if it were Batman, the drawer handle just now would have been electrified." Harley said, and the two laughed together.

Pamela pinched the wooden part of the key, carefully inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it gently. A faint light flashed in the keyhole, and with a click, the door opened.

Sure enough, as Harley expected, this door was a central-axis revolving door. It used the vertical center of the door as the axis, rotated clockwise, and finally the door panel stood in the middle, leaving an opening on each side for people to pass through.

This opening was not big, you couldn't walk through it straight, you had to turn sideways. This almost immediately attracted Bruce's attention.

"Wait, Professor," Bruce said, "this door is designed like this, there must be a reason. With the insidious level of the level designer, there must be a mechanism."

He squatted down in front of the door to check the ground, but there was nothing on the ground. He checked the door panel again. This door panel was very thick, about the width of an adult's palm, which made Bruce alert.

The thickness of the door panel was not right, there might be something inside. He looked left and right, pushed the door with his hand, and found that the door could be pushed, and could rotate 360 degrees. Bruce suddenly realized.

He pushed the door forcefully, turned the door panel over, stepped back a few steps, and started to examine it. The light outside was still very dim, you couldn't see the full picture when close, and couldn't see the pattern clearly when far away.

"Do you think there's a problem with the pattern on the door?" Shiler stood by and observed, "Are the patterns on the front and back different?"

"Can't be sure." Bruce stroked the pattern on the door panel with his hand, seemingly wanting to figure out what was different about the patterns on the two sides of the door with his sense of touch.

"What kind of trap do you think this will have?" Shiler asked.

"The door panel divides the door into two parts, but only one side can pass through," Bruce said, "and the door panel on the other side is very likely to have a mechanism that fires lethal weapons."

Shiler understood. He walked over, and Bruce made room for him. He reached out, touched the upper part of the middle of the door panel, and then said: "Here, there's a hole here."

He pointed it out to Bruce. Bruce reached out to touch it and found that there was indeed a notch there. He said with some surprise: "How did you know it was here? Professor?"

"The door panel divides the door into two spaces, the purpose is to let people pass sideways. And if you pass sideways, you will face the door panel. And if there really is a lethal weapon that will be fired, then there are not many positions on the human body that can be killed with one blow from the front."

"First, the head can be ruled out. Because even if you face the door panel from the front, the head may be tilted, perhaps avoiding the hole. And different heights may also lead to different head positions. If the hole is designed too high, I'm afraid it won't be able to kill with one blow."

"Although the femoral artery of the lower limbs is also considered a lethal point, if a projectile is inserted, as long as it is not pulled out for the time being, and rescue is timely, it may not necessarily be fatal. Moreover, the space for leg movement is relatively large, everyone's pace is different, and it may not necessarily hit."

"Only the torso area is large and unavoidable. And whether it is the chest cavity or the abdominal cavity, there are too many important organs, as long as it is pierced, it will definitely die. So, if I were to design it, the hole for the lethal weapon would definitely be arranged within the range of the torso. And considering the height and range of activity, the hit rate in this small area is the highest."

Shiler pointed to the place where the hole was.

"Great, Professor. However, by the way, are you sure you didn't design it?"

"No, if I designed it, I would put the hole on the drawer handle just now. As soon as you lean over to listen to the sound, the weapon would pierce directly from the left ear canal to the right ear canal." Shiler sneered.

"Hiss..." Bruce grimaced. But then he whispered: "Fortunately, the level designer isn't as... as you..."

Shiler waved the iron rod in his hand, and Bruce changed his tone: "But then again, being able to think from the perspective of the mastermind is very useful. I feel our progress is the fastest."

"Do you think this is a speed race?"

"This is a multiplayer dungeon in two-player mode, it's impossible for there to be only the two of us, but we haven't seen anyone else for such a long time, I guess they are all escaping from a secret room like us." Bruce shrugged, "It's just that I don't know if we will meet up in the end, or if we will escape independently from beginning to end, and then compare who is faster."

"Which one do you think it will be?" Shiler asked.

"The former, I guess," Bruce thought for a while and said, "if it were just escaping independently from beginning to end, there would be no need to put it in a multiplayer dungeon. I feel like there will definitely be interaction with them later. I just hope we don't run into those few wicked ghosts..."

"There are two people we will definitely run into," Shiler said, "Anatoli and Lucifer. I suggest you don't have a dispute with the former, and I also suggest you don't have a dispute with the latter."

"Ah?"

"It's unlikely you'll be able to out-argue Anatoli."

"I can understand that," Bruce said, "he doesn't look like the type of person who can be persuaded, but what about Lucifer? My relationship with him is not bad..."

"If you have a dispute with Lucifer, in the end, you will still have a dispute with Anatoli. Anatoli is the type of person who is more useful the more useless you are."

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked.

"Lucifer is probably playing this kind of game for the first time. You can't expect a greenhouse angel who grew up in the Garden of Eden to be able to adapt to this kind of desperate escape full of pain and danger everywhere. So he probably can't do anything. And the weaker Lucifer is, the stronger Anatoli will be."

"Sounds like..." Bruce flipped his hands, not knowing how to describe it, "like the complete opposite of you. You are the weaker you are, the stronger you become."

"You can understand it that way. My reference object is myself, while Anatoli's reference object is his teammate. If his teammate is in good condition and capable, then it might not be obvious. Once his teammate falls into weakness, then what we have to face might be..."

Shiler seemed to fall into memories. Bruce also went to flip through the previous compressed file. However, before he could flip to it, Shiler said: "When I was receiving treatment at that time, many people expressed opposition, and some people felt that I should be given up. They were all professionals, each with their own considerations. But unfortunately, it just happened to be when I was having an episode that Anatoli came. And then..."

"I can imagine." Bruce said. Actually, he couldn't imagine, he saw it directly from the compressed file. That scene, not to mention debating with Confucian scholars, had to be like iron chains connecting ships, fire burning the Red Cliffs, six expeditions to Qishan, seven captures of Meng Huo...

Just at this moment, Shiler was stunned. He stared straight at Bruce and said: "Who gave you the memory?!"

"That's not important." Bruce turned to study the patterns on the door, "We have to be fast, mainly to maintain the leading progress..." ===== CHAPTER 4628 =====