Chapter 4633: Desperate Escape (Part 13)

Bang!

When the dull sound echoed in the room, both revealed surprised expressions, this didn't sound like the sound of a metal crowbar hitting wall bricks at all. Knocking on the side wall with the crowbar, all made crisp sounds like "clang clang". This dull sound meant that the material above was different from the wall.

Eric went down to pick up the crowbar, turned the ladder horizontally directly, and then discovered that the ladder could just be placed horizontally above the hole, and then they could step on the ladder to come to the center. He grabbed the crowbar and poked upward, but still couldn't reach it.

"Charles, come over, I'll hold you up." Eric said.

Charles appeared a bit hesitant, he said: "Isn't this a bit too acrobatic? Are you sure this is how it's solved?"

Eric stood with his legs apart on the two horizontal bars of the ladder, he jumped on the spot, and then said: "No problem. You come over."

Charles still decided to trust Eric. He stepped on the ladder and walked over carefully. There was some shaking during the period, and Charles had to slow down. When he came to Eric, he was a bit at a loss. As he said, this posture was a bit too acrobatic.

Although the ladder could bear the weight of two people, and Eric could be considered standing relatively steadily, but Eric had to lift Charles up. Now not to mention lifting up, how to hold him was a problem.

However, I don't know if Eric really practiced acrobatics. He turned sideways directly, one foot in front and one foot behind, leaned his body forward, and hugged Charles up in one go. Subsequently, he slowly moved his feet backward, then turned back, and restored to the most stable state.

Then he lifted Charles high. Charles held the crowbar, Eric lifted him upward fiercely, and Charles's crowbar poked directly into the ceiling. With a clatter, water poured down. Charles was drenched, but fortunately, there wasn't much water. It was probably the water remaining on the wall of the passage above that was blocked there, and after being poked open, it all flowed down.

"It's foam board," Charles said, "don't move, I'll expand it a bit more."

After speaking, he kept poking upward with the crowbar. The foam board above was very brittle, and after poking for a while, a circular shape appeared. Then Charles soon groped to the edge of this space, just enough for one person to pass.

"My god," Charles said, "there's no way to get up, right?"

Eric put him down. The two returned to the room again, staring at the hole above, actually because it was too dark in the room, they couldn't see anything at all. There was also no foothold below the hole.

"There must be some way," Eric said, "... bricks, just use bricks to prop the ladder high."

Charles was full of question marks: "Eric, in your extremely rich resume of the first half of your life, you wouldn't have been an acrobat, would you? We can't even fix those bricks!"

"As long as they are stacked to the same height, they won't fall apart. Trust me, I'm a physicist."

"You are an astrophysicist. And the theoretical part of physics mainly relies on fiddling with celestial bodies to realize." Charles said unhappily.

"I think it should be about the same." Shiler stood by the side of the hole and said, "You can try to see if it will collapse."

Now, what appeared above the hole was a very complex structure. It was basically composed of three parts: one part was the wall bricks stacked against the wall, one part was the ladder, and the other part was the support structure stacked up from under the hole.

Now, the ladder was propped diagonally above the hole, that is, the wall was a vertical right-angle side, the hole plane was a horizontal right-angle side, and the ladder was that hypotenuse.

To realize this structure, first, a row of bricks had to be stacked on the wall closest to the hole above the hole, otherwise, there would be no place for the ladder to be stuck. This wasn't difficult, after all, there was a wall to rely on, and the probability of collapse was very small.

But the next thing was more complicated. Because if the wall was used as a fulcrum, the lower half of the ladder would definitely fall into the center of the hole, and couldn't be propped on the floor because the length wasn't enough.

And at this time, wanting to support the lower end, one could only stack bricks up from below. This structure was very difficult to be stable. Even if the bricks below were enough, in the absence of cement for fixation, it was very testing of stacking skills.

But coincidentally, Shiler was very good at stacking blocks. To be precise, he was good at this kind of structure without cement fixation. The whole tower was stacked up like this.

Bruce watched the whole process dumbfounded. Shiler didn't draw blueprints, nor did he make calculations, he just took bricks and stacked them up. And the bricks weren't just in one direction, some were turned sideways, and some were even vertical. And there was no hesitation when stacking, it looked like it was all based on intuition. But this thing was actually able not to fall.

Bruce opened his mouth, the mastermind who designed this level was truly a genius. He didn't know much about others, but starting off by giving Shiler a weapon that couldn't be separated from his body wasn't very conducive to their communication. This led to him even not daring to question now.

"Professor," Bruce said tactfully, "I assume you have heard of the mechanics foundation in physics."

"I think your questioning of this structure doesn't stem from mechanics, but should stem from optics. Because if it were bright enough here, and you could see the structure I built clearly, you would find that the force on every brick is correct." Shiler said calmly, "I believe in your mechanics analysis level just as I believe in your behavioral analysis level."

Bruce was simply speechless. The problem now was that Shiler's stacking process wasn't very scientific, but it was pitch black here, and he really couldn't see the specific structure clearly. And now he was going up, if this thing collapsed, then it might be his full responsibility.

His scientific common sense really made him unable to believe that this thing, which was more like large-scale public field art than a rigorous engineering structure, could support his weight.

"Didn't you get my childhood memories?" Shiler looked at him with his arms crossed, "The light there should be relatively sufficient."

Bruce was slightly stunned, and then he remembered that the compressed file Greed sent him was huge, and he had only unpacked a small part of it so far, focusing on gossip rather than other things.

Bruce had to spend some time unpacking. Here, he finally found the reason why Shiler could be so righteous—he was indeed very good at stacking blocks.

There is actually a discipline in this world called "balancing art". There is a type of person in this world whose perception of the center of gravity of something is sharper than others. This also allows them to stack some strange things together, such as supporting a chair with a wooden stick, or even several chairs. It looks completely contrary to the laws of mechanics, but it can maintain balance.

Shiler clearly had such a talent, his blocks were stacked quite well, and the architectural structure he stacked looked very strange, but it could always maintain an eerie balance.

Because he was watching from a first-person perspective, Bruce saw it very clearly and could also make mechanics analysis. After watching for a long time, he found that Shiler was really right. Everything he stacked was very reasonable after doing a force analysis.

Seeing this, Bruce actually believed it. However, because this compressed file was very comprehensive, when he was searching, he found some information related to blocks. For example, the first collapse of the high tower.

Bruce was woken up by Shiler. He came back to his senses, looking at Shiler's gray eyes almost hidden in the darkness, feeling a bit dazed.

"It seems the memory Greed gave you is very complete." Shiler looked at him and said.

"Professor," Bruce shouted, "I know you definitely want to say that it wasn't suffering that shaped you, but seeing these things still makes me very sad."

"I'm glad you still have time to be sad. Then do you have time to think about what Greed gave you that doesn't need to be paid for?"

Bruce suddenly cracked a bit.

Originally he thought Greed was just sharing gossip with him, in that situation, using such a way to share the background story of gossip was human nature. If ordinary people had this ability, they would definitely use it, and probably would announce it widely, wishing the whole world knew, understanding the excited mood they were in at the moment.

However, the amount of these memories Greed gave was abnormally large and detailed. If it were according to Greed's usual charging standards, Bruce felt he would probably have to work for him until the universe was destroyed.

Greed didn't make any charging demands, but this was even more terrifying than if he had. Because this highly likely meant that he was preparing to roll the person who received this gift into an unprecedented super big ball of yarn, and this guy had no choice.

Bruce felt his head buzzing. He didn't even have time to do any mechanics analysis, now he just wanted to ask Greed if he could return the goods and get a refund—this really made him understand the believers of the Outer Gods.

After a long while, Bruce let out a long sigh. Shiler looked at him, Bruce put his hands together and said: "I'm really sorry, I caused a multiverse crisis disaster. This is completely my fault. To express my apology, I have decided to personally guard the Source Wall and will never leave my post. I'll go back after finishing the dungeon."

Shiler sneered: "When you discovered Greed's intention, you already had no choice."

"I have a way." Harley snapped her fingers and said, "Let's make a seesaw at the bottom, and you can directly seesaw me up." 【463

"What?" Pamela was full of question marks.

"The principle of leverage! The principle of leverage!" Harley said. "Haven't you seen those big seesaws in the circus? They can make people fly su—per high, and after they fly up, they can even land on a tightrope..."

"Saying it like that makes me think the Multiverse Harley Quinn opened a big circus in the Battleworld." Pamela was still a bit doubtful. "What exactly did you learn there?"

"I didn't learn this from Harley Quinn. I learned a trick or two from Dick's parents," Harley said. "His family runs a circus. Cat Getan Theater has big circus performances every week now; they're super popular. Not only did I learn the unicycle and tightrope walking, but ribbon dancing and the trampoline are pretty good too."

Pamela said nothing, just walked over and cupped Harley's face, then said: "You should always try to believe that the people around you will protect you. Harley, do you know? If my friends showed such severe insecurity, it would make me feel like my life was a failure. Because it would mean they had never felt like they gained anything from me. It's so frustrating."

"This isn't your fault," Harley said. "Endless anxiety is my driving force. Every Harley Quinn is like this. Otherwise, how could we be attracted to the Joker and think his madness is a form of liberation for us?"

"If falling into chaos makes you feel better, I'd rather you be a lunatic," Pamela said. "Madness is only not evil when people are saving themselves. Isn't it?"

"No." Harley looked into her eyes and shook her head. "If everyone chose to numb themselves with chaos and madness whenever they felt anxious about things they couldn't do, I'm afraid Cat Getan wouldn't have seen the sun by now."

"You really are crazy." Pamela turned her face away. "Do you know how much you sound like Batman?"

Harley laughed brightly: "Ever since Batman was gone, we've had countless Batmen."