Chapter 4650: Desperate Escape (29)

"What is this?" Harley dug out a strip of cloth from the edge of the door seam; it looked like it had been torn from clothing. Several words were written on it in blood, but judging from the font, it wasn't handwritten, but more like it had been written by dipping some sharp object in blood.

There was a big difference between the two, because if written with a finger, the words would be very large; but if written with some sharp object, dipped in blood, like a fountain pen, one could write many words in a very small area. The words on this strip of cloth were like this; it could be seen that the other party had some ingenuity.

"You haven't returned to the past. This is just a secret room kidnapping case. I heard someone walking in the wall. The mechanism has modern energy."

This passage wasn't long when written in English, but unfortunately, this piece of cloth was really too small. Even if written by dipping a sharp object in blood, it was inevitably filled to the brim, and some places were blurred, making it very difficult to identify.

Pamela leaned over to take a look, then said: "We already knew the first two points."

"That's right. But not everyone is as vigilant as us," Harley said, "Some people might have been electrocuted without even knowing they were electrocuted, let alone discovering the abnormality of the torch. This might be a hint for ordinary people. This just shows that the person who left the cloth strip was very cautious, because if they judged the era wrong, the result could be devastating."

Pamela smiled and said: "Indeed. Walking in front of the mastermind, thinking they were going to deal with medieval knights, but it turned out to be modern security personnel with live ammunition—that would become a Chaplin comedy."

"In this way, the last two must also be useful," Harley analyzed, "I guess it might be his two plans: either find a way to catch the people moving in the wall, or find a way to cut off the energy."

"Which one do you think is better to use?" Pamela thought for a moment and said, "I'm still inclined toward the second one. The two of us aren't Batman; our hand-to-hand combat isn't that strong, and besides, those staff members might also be carrying guns; the risk of dealing with them is too high."

Harley nodded and said: "Indeed. If he hadn't hinted at the first two sentences, the people behind might be more inclined toward the former when seeing these two plans. Or rather, it's possible some unlucky ones who misjudged the era have already acted against the staff and died miserably."

"It can only be said that the deceptive nature of the decoration style is still too strong," Pamela sighed and said, "We don't have any real medieval people here; seeing a dungeon that looks similar makes them feel like it's similar, and they might even feel like they've traveled through time, preparing to launch a medieval adventure."

"But cutting off the energy isn't easy to handle either," Harley frowned, "First of all, we didn't see any exposed wiring. The mastermind can build such a large secret room; he shouldn't be unable to find a good electrician. And, just cutting off one or two wires is useless; how can we make the secret room lose power as a whole?"

"Wait, do you still remember?" Pamela suddenly spoke up, "You poked a hole in the seam to look down before and saw a person there."

"Of course, it's just that the hole was too small, I couldn't see clearly who he was, and he left very quickly."

"What do you think he was doing?"

"Should be repairing equipment," Harley said, "Judging from the position he was in, it should be near the scale. Although I didn't see the action, he should have been busy with something. Logically, we've all passed the level, so there's no need to fiddle with the scale, unless the mechanism has a problem."

"That's right. They went to repair things. Then can you not pull the switch when repairing a metal mechanism?"

"But the torch didn't go out..."

"You still haven't been to the laboratory enough," Pamela said, "The power supply for such important facilities and the power supply for lighting are separate. If the power supply for the power is pulled, the power supply for the lighting can still operate normally. Otherwise, if an experimental accident occurs and the switch is pulled, and the lights are also turned off, how can the person run out?"

"Makes sense. That is to say, as long as important mechanical equipment is damaged, they will pull the switch to repair it?" Harley's eyes turned.

Speaking of this, the two looked at each other and tacitly stopped talking. After all, such a large secret room couldn't be without monitoring cameras; they couldn't conspire face-to-face; this matter still had to be considered in the long run.

Batman looked up at the ceiling, and Superman followed suit. Superman asked: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Batman clearly saw something, but he didn't say. Superman just wanted to ask, and Batman gave Superman a look; Superman showed a look of understanding.

This must be Batman discovering some clue, but because he was worried about monitoring, it wasn't convenient to say it clearly. Superman very naturally supported Batman and said with concern: "Has your dizziness improved?"

"It's fine." Batman also supported his arm, but was actually writing on his palm with his fingers.

"Password?" Superman spelled out the word Batman wrote in his heart. He looked at the ceiling again; this time he observed carefully and found that some bricks on the ceiling had some marks, a bit like something thrown up and smashed out.

Superman immediately understood that this should be some kind of password, and Batman had cracked it. Superman wanted to know what the content of the password was, but writing this way was too troublesome; Batman was already in a bad state, so there was no need to waste energy on this kind of thing.

Superman withdrew his hand and gave Batman a look of "rest assured." Batman nodded; he looked at the cage in the center of the room.

The cage was rectangular, about two meters high, and the width was not much larger than the shoulder width of an adult male; it was hung from the ceiling by an iron chain, about half a meter off the ground, belonging to a height that could be reached with one lift of the foot. The top and the four sides were hollow iron bars, and there was a board at the bottom.

The door of the cage was open; it looked like someone should go in, but what would happen after going in was still unclear. Batman walked around the cage a few times, then looked up at the wall above, seemingly having some clues.

Superman also looked up at the place Batman had looked at, and then saw a drain in the upper part of the room, similar to the previous level, so he could tell at a glance.

"Playing with water again?" Superman frowned. The feeling of being soaked in a water dungeon before was very bad; he didn't want to do it again.

"What relationship will water and the cage have?" Batman asked. "The design of a standing cage must have its purpose. Is it to control the height of the water?"

"This level shouldn't be a test of physical strength," Batman said, "Otherwise, a pulley system could be placed on the side, releasing water on one side, while letting someone pull the cage up on the other, otherwise the companion would drown..."

"Hiss..." Superman looked at Batman, baring his teeth, and said, "Don't give them ideas."

"The same trick, they shouldn't use it a second time," Batman said, "And this room shouldn't be time-limited..."

"Then we have to be quick; have you forgotten the scale? Although that level with the scale wasn't very friendly to the teams that arrived first, it might be the opposite later; we'd better be quick."

"This is precisely their intention. Using the level with the scale to tell us: you can rest, but it's better to have a long-term view. Anxiety will force us to move forward constantly; the more this is the case, the less we can be in a hurry."

Batman continued to look at the cage. Except for the cage, there were no mechanisms in the room; it looked like except for the person locked in the cage, the other person couldn't do anything.

But in reality, it was completely not like this, because if water was drained, the other person could swim. But what to do with swimming?

The cage was half a meter off the ground; if a person's height was calculated as 1.8 meters, then adding them together would be more than two meters. The speed of this drain releasing water wasn't certain, but to release it to more than two meters also required a certain amount of time; it must be that the other person needed to do something during this time. Otherwise, once the person was submerged, the countdown to life would begin.

After searching for a long time, there were indeed no clues. Batman thought for a moment, then said: "Looks like it's a test of on-the-spot reaction ability."

"But if we don't know how the mechanism will work, then how do we decide who goes into the cage?"

"Very simple, the one with the smaller physique goes in," Batman said, "A smaller physique means more room for activity in the cage; even if the person is short enough, they can float with the water, and the time to survive can be longer."

"Indeed." Superman nodded and said, "Then you go up."

Batman didn't talk nonsense either. His physique was indeed not as large as Superman's. However, what he didn't say was that staying in the cage didn't mean resting. Since it wasn't a purely physical level, the person who stayed still might have more things to do.

Batman entered the cage. To his surprise, the cage was very light; just his entering made it sway for a long time. Batman had a bad premonition in his heart.

After he went in, Superman hesitated; should he close the door?

If he didn't close it, the level might not start. Batman nodded, and Superman closed the door.

The next second, the drain began to drain water. Batman turned to look at the drain, subconsciously supporting the cage bars with his hand. As a result, the next second, he let out a cry of pain, his whole body stiffening for a long time before he dared to move.

Even Batman couldn't help but want to curse. The designer of this level was too wicked; he actually electrified the cage!

Fortunately, the board under his feet was insulated, otherwise he would have been electrocuted just by standing. But soon Batman realized another problem: that was if the water rose, both he and Superman would be electrocuted.

"Batman, are you okay?!" Superman wanted to go over to care about him, but Batman hurriedly shouted: "Don't come over! The cage is electrified; don't touch it!"

Then he looked down at the speed of the rising water. The water didn't rise fast; it would probably take tens of seconds to rise to half a meter high. If he couldn't find a way to crack it in these tens of seconds, the time left for operation would be very little. By then, Superman would be operating while being electrocuted; in case of an operational error, both of them would be finished here. He had to act as soon as possible to leave enough space for the back.

This level had no word puzzles. There was nothing on the walls and the ground; there were puzzles on the ceiling, but Batman judged that they weren't official puzzles, but clues left by other players, so they could be ignored. This mechanism was shockingly simple; if someone else came, they wouldn't know where the clues were even if they racked their brains.

But Batman guessed the key to the puzzle—the cage—through the only clues, or even some feelings.

This was of course; after all, there was only one cage in the whole room. But the key to the cage was: this thing was hung from the ceiling, not supported on the ground.

Although it seemed reasonable to hang it up, in fact, with a support board under the feet, it wasn't completely impossible to make a stand and put it on the ground, and it would even be simpler.

The reason it had to be hung from the ceiling by an iron chain was because hanging it up had more room for activity in the room than supporting it on the ground. This didn't refer to the room for activity inside the cage, but the room for activity of the cage in the room.

Batman suddenly looked up, looked at the connection of the iron chain, and could vaguely see a round iron plate, but because it was a bit high, he couldn't see it clearly. Batman asked: "Clark, can you see what's on that round disk?"

Superman looked up at the place Batman pointed to, but also because it was too high and the light above was dim, he couldn't see anything.

"I understand," Batman said, "It's necessary to wait for the water to rise, and you swim up to see. However, that would be too troublesome; we can try other methods."

"What method?" Superman asked hurriedly.

"Exhaustion method." ===== CHAPTER 4651 =====