Chapter 4632: Desperate Escape (Part 11)

Thor climbed to the top of the ceiling first, then reached out to pull Loki up, Loki was still grumbling: "How is this puzzle designed? Why do we still have to use the exhaustion method? Is it that he only knows how to make some stinging mechanisms?"

"I feel there should be some puzzles we didn't solve," Thor said, "our progress now might be the slowest."

"Impossible, we have searched for all the clues. I clearly already solved the word puzzle on the wall. But there is no clue pointing here at all."

"But the exhaustion method is also a solution," Thor said, "what's more, this place is not big, besides that corridor of tens of meters, there are only three rooms in total, searching them all won't take much time."

"I'm just not convinced," Loki said, "because the clues given are not clear, we can only use the exhaustion method. This slowed down our time, in case we have to race later..."

"Do you think this will be a speed race?" Thor said, "I think it's the complete opposite. Being slow might not be without benefits."

"Then tell me what benefits there can be." Loki's tone still carried resentment, "If the opponents were Batman or something, I would admit it. If there are a few idiots inside, and we still fell behind them, I have to go and ask the puzzle designer how he thinks..."

"Alright alright, Loki." Thor had to appease him, "We don't need to compete for everything. At least the two of us walked here without getting much injured, right?"

Loki opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but soon closed his mouth, Thor looked at him with some worry. Loki's complexion was a bit pale under the reflection of the torch. "I think I might have been affected by the pain and lost my judgment. I'm always very restless and can't calm down to think. This might be the reason why we are lagging behind."

Thor stopped his steps, turned around and hugged Loki in his arms again, touched his hair with his hand, and then said: "Asgardians never think that the victims in a failed war are insignificant. On the contrary, their sacrifice couldn't bring success, it is the fault of the living. We have to make up for it in the next battle. And those buried deep underground have done everything they could. I am full of gratitude, Loki."

Loki pushed him lightly with his hand: "I'm not dead yet."

"Then let's continue moving forward. May the All-Father bless us."

"Look, I told you reading more books is useful." Harley climbed onto the ceiling and said.

"Indeed," Pamela followed closely, "I would never have thought in my life that 'font' also has the meaning of 'fountain'. I would only think the problem might be in the way those words were written. If that were the case, it would be a dead end."

"Perhaps there will be some puzzles related to biology and plants later," Harley said, "at that time, I can only rely on you, I know nothing about this."

"In fact, you knowing ancient English has already shocked me," Pamela held the torch and turned to look at her and said, "how did you know?"

"It's not a question of ancient English," Harley said, "that is actually a religious term. If you have participated in baptism, you will know that when taking holy water, the priest will say a whole set of words. That contains this word referring to the source of holy water. It sounds like it refers to a holy water basin, but the implied meaning is 'the Lord's gift'. And that is regarded as the source of all love and kindness."

"I have never understood these, after all, the god I believe in is the Green of All Things. And the religion of the Green of All Things is a grassroots team, we don't even have a Bible, and we can't even spread the religion."

"I can help you write one," Harley suggested, "but traditional religions close to animals and plants are polytheistic. If you want to organize a monotheistic religion, it might be a bit difficult."

"Better not." Pamela shook her head and said, "I'm worried about recruiting those plant protectionists. By then, the Green of All Things would have to be scolded by them as cruel plant destroyers."

Harley laughed. When they were talking, they didn't forget to search in the room. But this room was very empty, except for the hole they came up from, there was actually nothing, not even doors or windows.

"Strange, how are we going to get out? Could this be another puzzle?" Harley frowned with some vigilance, "It wouldn't be racing against time again, would it?"

"Relax. Perhaps it's time given for players to rest, don't look at how easily we passed the previous puzzle, that was opportunistic. If we really followed the normal process, we would be half-dead. Without resting for a while, there's no way to proceed to the next step."

"You are always so optimistic," Harley looked at Pamela and said, "sometimes I really envy you."

"I don't know what you're in such a hurry for," Pamela said, "clearly you have powerful talent and brainpower. But it seems you are always ready to face crises far beyond your ability. Is this childhood trauma?"

Harley really thought about it seriously, and then said: "Perhaps it's possible. Because I always do things like this, it has become my habit. Sometimes I can't tell if I'm too weak, or if this world is too dangerous. It's as if without some superpower to control the world, I wouldn't be able to survive."

Pamela walked over and held her arm, and then said: "Perhaps you just don't believe that someone will protect you."

"I have never believed in the power of the collective," Harley shrugged and said, "what trust or love, that's something only you people with powerful superpowers have the leisure to say. If I only rely on brainpower and physical strength to deal with this world, then my anxiety is normal."

"Only what you possess can protect you," Pamela said, "I agree with this sentence. But you underestimate yourself too much. Your brainpower might not necessarily be weaker than superpowers."

Harley laughed: "You just use these words to comfort me. One day if you lose your superpowers and can't save yourself and your plants, you will definitely run to me and cry too."

"If I cry, I won't look for you," Pamela said, "you are quite a bit younger than me. I would prefer to look for a sister who is more mature than me."

"Then you can't blame me for always being pessimistic in front of you. Because you are older than me, I am just subconsciously relying on you. You have to tolerate me."

This righteous statement seemed to make Pamela's brain crash. Harley laughed triumphantly, like a cat with a fish in its mouth.

"I seem to have some ideas." Batman suddenly said, "Why is it so dark here?"

"But the place we came from isn't bright either." Superman looked at Batman with some confusion and said, "There isn't a single place in all the levels that is bright, it's so dark I thought I had night blindness."

"No, think carefully, Clark. All places with important clues have light. Like the bed leg and the words on the wall before. Light itself is a kind of hint."

"You mean the clue isn't in this room at all?"

Batman was a bit helpless: "I mean, the ones holding the torches now are ourselves."

Superman blinked, looked down at himself: "You said there are clues in the illuminated places. And now the whole room is very dark, the only ones illuminated are ourselves, which means the clue is on us? But I don't have any clues?"

"Observe, not just look." Batman emphasized again, "Think, not just ask. Clark, what do we have on us?"

"I consider my limbs to be quite sound," Superman said with some uncertainty, "although not as strong as outside, the parts are still complete."

"And I am also sure there are no messy tentacles on you," Batman followed his words and said, "but we have water on us."

Superman suddenly realized, and looked down at himself again, Batman was right. They had just been soaked in water, and now weren't they covered in water?

"Is water the clue?" Superman tried hard to think. He looked around the room again, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Oh, wait. This room can't hold that much water just now."

Even if he didn't know how to measure volume, and didn't understand things like water pressure and the impact of water, but just now he looked around holding the torch, this room actually wasn't big, at most it was a bit bigger than the two rooms under his feet. Even if this room was filled with water, the amount of water would absolutely not be enough to submerge the two rooms below, plus such a long corridor.

But this room was sealed, there were no doors, and no drainage outlets or anything, this was clearly not normal.

Even if Superman figured it out himself this time, he was still very respectful of Batman. Or rather, just because he deduced it himself, it made him enjoy the joy of reasoning. This act of using brainpower and wisdom to solve puzzles makes people feel excited.

"That's right, Clark," Batman affirmed Superman's speculation, "it's not hard to see that there is a huge contradiction in this room. That is, the water in the sealed space is absolutely not enough to fill the space below."

"But where did the extra water come from?" Superman looked around. His thinking fell into a standstill again. Because they had checked very carefully just now, there really were no drainage outlets, and no mechanisms or anything.

"When you are in trouble, you should change your way of thinking." Batman said, "Perhaps the answer is in the puzzle itself."

Superman still didn't understand, Batman seemed to feel that enlightenment education could stop here. He looked down at the big hole in the floor and said: "We heard the sound of the ceiling shattering with a bang at that time. That didn't sound like a controllable mechanism, but purely smashed. Water is both soft and hard, in a static situation, there is no impact force, it is impossible to smash the ceiling. Something must have given the water huge power to be able to create such an effect."

Superman suddenly realized.

Charles and Eric looked up at the top of the big hole together. Eric said: "If it's not some super high-tech invisible water cannon, there must be a hidden passage above. By continuously applying pressure to the water inside, and then releasing it instantly, it can achieve the effect of shattering the ceiling with one blow. And we have only not checked above."

"The problem now is, how are we going to check above." Charles also looked at the ceiling, although it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, he still raised the torch high, wanting to see some clues.

Eric looked at the crowbar in his hand, then looked at the ladder beside him, if there was no hole in the ground, he could directly set up a ladder to check. But now, there was a big hole in the center of the whole floor, and the remaining edge parts were not enough to set up a ladder, and even if set up, he couldn't check the center. Then the ladder definitely wasn't for this.

But if it was said to be to help climb up from below, the ladder should be placed below. But in fact, this ladder was the only prop in the room upstairs, which meant the first person to come up couldn't use the ladder, and still had to think of a way himself.

This method wasn't hard to think of, after all, the previous water had already rushed the wall down, and there were many scattered wall bricks. The ceiling wasn't very high, moving some bricks to step on was enough to come up. Then giving a ladder belonged to painting a snake and adding feet, unless it could serve some other purpose.

"I understand." Eric said. He waved his hand, let Charles step back one step, and threw the crowbar in his hand upward directly. ===== CHAPTER 4633 =====