Chapter 4629: Desperate Escape (Part 8)

"You are simply, you are simply too amazing..." Superman did not hide his worshipful gaze at all. He didn't know how Batman could think of this plan, and it actually succeeded.

Although Superman didn't know what the correct clearance process was, he only knew that Batman's method was definitely unconventional, but they really succeeded.

"This was precisely calculated, Clark." There was no hint of showing off in Batman's tone, just saying very calmly.

"At the beginning, I had already observed that the water in the water prison you were in was not seawater. This means that the place we are in will not be under the deep sea, there will be no lethal water pressure, and we can completely withstand the impact of the water."

"But the water rushed the wall down." Clark said.

"That's the wall's problem." Batman said, "The bricks on the wall can even be pried off by hand, what else can you expect this wall to be sturdy?"

"Oh, that's true." Superman suddenly realized.

"I calculated the volume of the corridor and the two rooms, and the amount of water needed to fill these places, and predicted based on the maximum drainage speed, the time required to fill the entire space is within our breath-holding range, so we can let the water fill the entire space.

"However, the drainage outlet is relatively small, if we use this drainage outlet to drain all the water in the entire space, we might have already drowned. Therefore, after the water fills the entire room, we must close the room door tightly. If we only drain the water in the two rooms, it won't take long before we have space for breathing.

"What if the door leaks water?" Superman asked.

"The door on your side absolutely doesn't leak water." Batman said, "If it leaked water, you wouldn't have had the risk of drowning in the first place."

"Oh, my god." Superman just thought of this point.

"I have observed the drainage speed of the drainage outlet before, it is still very fast. The water in your entire room didn't take long to drain. So even if the room door has leakage, it is far less than the drainage speed of the drainage outlet, and it can still quickly provide us with breathing space."

Superman stared at Batman without blinking, his eyes full of undisguised appreciation and worship, especially when he discovered that the water in the two rooms was indeed being drained at a very fast speed.

"However, how did you know the water would stop pouring in? What if there's a lake above?" Superman was still trying hard to think.

Batman shook his head and said: "Since I can distinguish seawater, I can also distinguish lake water and river water. Although it is fresh water, the smell and state of natural water are different. Don't look at the water pouring in as if it simulated the murkiness of river water, but the amount of sand and microorganisms in it is clearly insufficient, so there is no smell of natural water."

Batman's feet could already touch the ground, he looked up at the ceiling and said: "In fact, this place won't be under any natural water body either. The damp breath near a natural water body is different, it will be mixed with a large amount of humus and the smell of microorganisms, which is easy to smell."

Superman tried hard to sniff, but in fact, he couldn't smell anything. He sighed and said: "Actually, I couldn't smell it before, perhaps I should try to smell more in the future."

"Yes, use your super smell."

"Oh, Eric, you must be saying something like 'I'm not convenient for action', or 'I'm a psychic, my body is very fragile', and then let me go in alone, while you stay outside to face the danger." Charles's tone gradually turned cold. When those blue eyes didn't contain gentle smiles, they were as cold as the starless universe. "Do I need to remind you? You are also an ordinary person now! You don't have any abilities beyond ordinary people like me, you don't have the capital to show off."

"I'm not showing off." Eric said, "A fact is that my life experience in the past half of my life might be about ten times richer than yours. Leaving me to do the contingency is the smartest choice. Charles, don't make me feel that losing your psychic ability means you've lost your most basic judgment."

"Oh, yeah, you're going to say it again, you're going to say you came from a concentration camp, you fought in wars, you were a secret agent, you dealt with so many dangerous people, so all the disasters you face are not disasters, and pain can't be called pain." Charles spread his hands, stared straight into Eric's eyes and said, "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't accept all this, I don't accept your experience, and I don't accept your statement. Anyone who bears everything you bear is not necessary. Don't even think about making me change my mind!"

"Now is not the time to discuss this." Eric said, "My mental and physical health class can be taken later. I suspect this is a speed-based game, if we are left at the end, the situation might be worse than it is now. So you must go in."

"No, absolutely impossible." Charles said, "Eric, we are always not on the same page in this regard, and it's not just my fault alone. If I were as unrealistic as you, I would have died in the concentration camp long ago. Let's put aside philosophy and psychology and look more at the real world, okay?"

"I..." Charles stopped when he said this.

Both he and Eric felt a subtle vibration. Years of displacement gave them a very strong sense of crisis. Eric pulled Charles fiercely toward his side.

Whoosh—

The flood rushed over. Eric subconsciously raised his hand to block, and both were soon submerged in the water.

Just when he was subconsciously waving his limbs to adjust his posture because he sank into the water, Eric felt Charles hug his waist and push him toward the door. He struggled desperately.

But Charles was clearly the type of person who had received professional training and was very good at swimming, just like when he jumped directly from the ship to save Eric who jumped into the water in the movie. You know, that was the ocean at night, and he was still next to a huge ship, and Eric was completely uncooperative. Anyone who has swum in the sea understands the gold content of saving people in such waters. At that time, the young Charles fished Eric out just like that.

It can be said that if his swimming skills weren't so good, he wouldn't have been able to hold his breath for more than ten minutes when he was in the water prison before. In the real world, he had been paralyzed for a long time, so this skill was basically useless, but after returning to the water in the dungeon, it was like coming home.

He placed his body flat, that is, parallel to the ground, with quite a bit of technique, and hugged Eric's waist with both hands. This made Eric unable to reach him with his hands, unable to reach him with his legs, and his struggling limbs were hard to touch him, while he could use his legs to kick the wall beside him to move forward.

He hugged Eric and slammed into the door, the door was pushed open directly, and both were rushed into the door by the water. Subsequently, they were drained from the drainage channels on all four sides of the room. Both lay on the floor, soaked through.

"What did I say?" Charles turned to look at Eric and said fiercely, "There was clearly a way to have the best of both worlds, you didn't need to sacrifice at all! Why can't you understand, you damn bastard—decades, it's always me who's right!"

Eric lay on the floor panting, slowly turned his head to look at Charles, and then grinned.

"Oh!!!!" Two figures hugging each other were rushed into the room by the water. After the water in the room receded, Harley wiped the long hair stuck to her face behind her head, and Pamela supported her body and sat up to spit out a few mouthfuls of water.

"Ptooey ptooey ptooey! Ptooey!"

"The two of us are truly too amazing." Harley shook her head and said, "I dare say, no matter how many people participate in the game, absolutely no one used this method."

"It's completely opportunistic." Pamela said, "However, it seems to be the correct solution now."

"I said it, physical fitness is also fitness, and body type advantage is also an advantage." Harley wiped her face forcefully, "If it were male teammates, there would definitely be no way to use this move."

Pamela looked at that door. The method they used was actually very simple, which was that the two of them hugged each other and squeezed in directly.

Pamela, who was walking in front, also saw the words on the wall. She and Harley also guessed that it should be that only one person could enter. However, what they thought was that the door might only open a gap for one person to pass, and after one person passed, the door would close immediately.

Harley's clever little head turned, and she thought that their advantage was that both of them were girls, their body types were relatively small, both were relatively thin, and their flexibility was quite good. They could even barely pass through the corridor by turning sideways, and exchange front and back positions. It was possible they could also squeeze in through the door gap that allowed one person to pass.

This is not considered the correct solution, but it was a lucky hit. Because just when the two of them were hugging each other and preparing to try, the water rushed over. The speed of the door rotating was indeed very fast, but the two of them were hugging tightly at that time, just like one person, so naturally there was no order of front and back, and they were rushed in together by the water.

Harley also examined the words on the wall, and soon revealed a look of sudden realization, she said: "This is a word puzzle, look at the shadow of the torch."

Pamela turned to look at the wall. She had already discovered that the way this sentence was written was a bit strange. Some words were high or low, and the height of the letters in each word was also different, which was clearly designed.

The two torches on the wall, although on the side, were not on the very edge. This meant they would cast shadows of each other. The shadows formed an angle on the other two walls and the ceiling, and the intersection point of the two lines happened to be on the text. The intersecting line passed through four letters.

"B... L... O... T? Blot? What blot?" Harley spelled out a word with some confusion. She walked into this wall and started to check the wall bricks carefully.

"Oh, found it." Harley pointed to a wall brick above. The color of that wall brick was darker than the others, but not very obvious. When close, you could find that there were some black stains on the wall brick, which happened to be the clue pointed to by the word.

She reached out to press that brick, but there was no reaction. Pamela also leaned closer to look, and then said: "This looks like a scorch mark, right? Should it be burned with fire?"

Both looked at the torch on the wall at the same time. Harley reached out to take down the torch on one side, and then burned the wall brick with the flame. Suddenly, the door they had just entered moved slowly.

"I understand." Harley said, "This is to prevent idiots from not being able to enter, a rescue measure given, not a clue to get out."

"Wait," Pamela said, "after taking away one torch, the angle has changed, will it form any new words?" ===== CHAPTER 4630 =====

"Wait," Pamela said, "if we take one torch away, the angle changes. Could that form some new word?"