Chapter 4653: Desperate Escape (33)

Eric took a deep breath on the water, dived underwater again, and pushed the cage toward one direction with force. With a *click*, the door opened. Charles swam out slowly, with powerful movements and a steady posture. The two came to the water surface together.

"Your swimming ability is truly too good." Eric couldn't help but sigh, "If anyone else came to play this level, I'm afraid they would be very hurried, but I could change breath frequently."

Charles waved his hand and said: "Fortunately, this level isn't customized; otherwise, he wouldn't have designed 28 directions, otherwise there would be no way to make me suffocate."

Eric and Charles's group had nothing fancy; it was the standard answer, but Charles's overly abnormal breath-holding ability made the subsequent underwater struggle a joke. He was someone who could hold his breath for more than ten minutes. Even if Eric went up to change breath every time he pushed, pushing three times would be at most four or five minutes. Although both were being electrocuted, one was a breath-holding king, and the other could change breath frequently, so neither felt uncomfortable.

After swimming to the water surface, they saw the cage rise slowly and soon came to the position where they were. Charles stood up first, then Eric. While waiting for the cage to rise, they were discussing the plot again.

"I guess the next level is another collective level; those who go late might suffer." Charles said, "We belong to the standard process of puzzle solving; I'm afraid we can't compare with those who cheat. I don't know what else we have to do."

"I don't see any possibility of cheating." Eric shook his head. Don't look at him as a terrorist for most of his life; in fact, he was the person who preferred to do things according to the rules, and his personality was more rigorous than Charles's.

"There are many. Not to mention anything else, if Rogue came over, she would probably choose to hang under the cage. If it were Beast, he would probably choose the exhaustion method."

"We should have used the exhaustion method." Eric said, "After going up and seeing that only three directions were needed, and it didn't distinguish order. If we pushed when the water hadn't risen, it would have ended long ago."

"It's not that simple; without water as a buffer, if you pushed so violently, I would have to fall on the cage. After being electrocuted, there must be an instinctive reaction, bumping into the cage and swaying left and right, completely unable to aim at the direction, and I don't know how many times I have to try."

"Then I'll enter the cage." Eric said, "I can swing myself."

"You stop being brave." Charles said, "You still have injuries on your body, and we haven't rested too much between levels. In case there is a physical strength level later, are you going to point at me?"

Eric didn't speak. After many years of getting along, he had completely gotten used to Charles not having any mobility. Even if his legs were restored in the instance, he still avoided letting Charles participate in physical labor.

The two jumped off the cage. This time the passage was exceptionally short, or rather, there was no passage; there was a door in front of the elevator room, and the door was larger than usual, and there were some decorations on the side. As soon as they walked in, the door opened automatically, and it was brightly lit inside.

The two looked at each other; the light didn't bring warmth, just made the ominous premonition in their hearts more intense. But after a slight pause, they still walked in slowly.

"Forget it, Professor, I'd better swing it myself." Bruce said, "I'm afraid you'll slap me and the cage against the wall."

"Then what did you think I was pushing you for?" Schiller sneered.

"Eh, you can't take revenge at this time!" Bruce started to wail.

"I remember it seems like you should be the one angry in this round, right?"

Bruce was stunned for a moment, and only then did he react: indeed, he should be the one angry. But because he was indeed too guilty—the reasons for being guilty included but were not limited to poor learning before and the huge trouble he had poked recently—he didn't think of being angry for a while.

"Ahem, you stand further away, Professor, don't bump into you." Bruce said. He adjusted the position of his feet, slowly relaxed his arms, and let the iron chain and arms be straightened, which was convenient for his lower limbs to exert force.

Subsequently, he kicked forward violently with his feet, and the cage swayed forward, and then swayed backward. Bruce swung like this on a swing, and the cage swung like this.

These two directions were wrong, so Bruce could only wait for the cage to stop slowly. After all, his contact area with the cage wasn't much, and in order to prevent himself from being electrocuted, his movements had to be careful, so it was difficult to step on the brake.

"Professor, Professor, help!" Bruce looked back and said, "You just stand there and block me..."

"Are you trying to slap me against the wall?"

"How is that possible!" Bruce said, "Just help me block it. Otherwise, according to this stopping speed, the water will rise, and we still haven't exhausted it."

Schiller stood behind Bruce, and when he swung over, he reached out to support him. Because of inertia, Bruce almost bumped into the cage bars, but fortunately, Schiller pulled him away with quick eyes and hands. Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Professor. You stand in that position again, yes, just in front of that wall. Now I'm going to swing to the side..."

Don't look at Bruce dawdling and talking a lot, but he didn't be ambiguous when operating. He controlled the force again, let the cage swing left and right, swinging back and forth, but still didn't see the mechanism stop.

Bruce let out a long sigh: "Professor, your luck isn't good, and my luck isn't much better. The two of us superimposed, and the exhaustion method has to be exhausted until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."

"Try one more time; it won't be the last three directions."

Schiller's words came true. They really exhausted until the last three directions before barely passing the level, and when the cage door opened, Bruce was thrown down directly. He let out a cry, rolled on the ground for a circle before getting up.

Schiller was somewhat confused and said: "From such a high place, can you be thrown like this? Besides, there is water on the ground to buffer..."

"No, I was electrocuted." Bruce said, "That door had electricity the moment it opened! My muscles stiffened for a moment, and I didn't adjust my posture well."

"I'll take it as you're not looking for an excuse." Schiller said, "The device that judges the level clearance and the cage power-off have a delay; what would this be because of?"

Bruce knew this was Schiller's knowledge blind spot because it involved electrical engineering. The professional barrier of this thing was very strong, and just talking on paper wouldn't work; without operating it, one couldn't say why. Fortunately, Bruce was professional as an electrician, second only to his ability to repair tractors.

He looked at the cage rising slowly and said somewhat understandingly: "This is because the electric pulley set that drives the cage to rise also needs electricity. The designer of this level was too lazy to make another set of series connections and used the simplest circuit form to transfer."

"Sounds not very safe."

"In fact, it's also very dangerous. But he has already electrified the water to fry fish, so he can't expect him to have any safety awareness." Bruce shrugged and said, "This also proves one thing, which is that the puzzle mechanism and the pulley set must not be far apart."

"Isn't it on the ceiling of the layer above?"

"Theoretically, yes, but if it's for wiring, it's not impossible to put it below." Bruce thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to go up and try to see if I can jam the pulley set. Professor, you stay below and listen to the movement; once the pulley set has a problem, there will definitely be some sound in the wall. We might be able to find their mechanism."

"However, this has a certain risk." Bruce said truthfully, "If the pulley set isn't jammed, you might not be able to go up."

"What do you plan to use to jam it?" Schiller asked about feasibility first.

"Did you see that round disk above?" Bruce pointed up, because the cage was rising slowly, so he spoke very fast, "I thought the cage was hung on the round disk, but since it acts as an elevator, the chain must be fixed in a higher place. The chain passes through the round disk, and there must be a hole. And besides the hole, there must also be a passage for the chain to avoid when the round disk moves away. We just need to find a way to pry the round disk back, let the chain pass through the passage and return to the round hole, then the cage won't be able to go up. The pulley set will be jammed and will definitely make some sounds."

"How do you know the round disk can still be pried back?"

"This is what I have to ask you, Professor. Did you hear the click of the mechanism just now, similar to the sound of a lock?"

"I was busy watching you fall to the ground." Schiller was quite speechless, "With that cry of yours, what else could I hear?"

However, Schiller still recalled it carefully, and then said: "I didn't hear any sound of the mechanism, otherwise it would definitely have attracted my attention. But are you sure the latch must have a sound?"

"Not necessarily. But judging from the structure of the mechanism made by the level designer, he is a very mature mechanical engineer. This means he will be more inclined to make simple mechanisms seamless, because this is the true meaning of mechanical engineering. Those who make a bunch of complex mechanisms that can't be closed are all laymen. How to judge whether the latch is in place is naturally to have some prompt sounds. This doesn't count as an industry standard, but a personal style; I tend to think he will do so. If you didn't hear it, then he shouldn't have made reverse safety measures."

"But if he is a mechanical engineering master, why wouldn't he make reverse safety measures?"

"First of all, strong professional ability in mechanical engineering doesn't mean his thinking is broad enough. He might not think of someone prying that round disk; after all, this looks meaningless. Another thing is that the perspective of the level designer is different after all. They probably assume that after the two have survived, they will take the elevator and leave, and won't feel that anyone has the energy to make trouble here."

"It seems he isn't good at psychology." Schiller said, "But then again, people can't be good at everything."

"It seems you have learned to reconcile with yourself, Professor; it's simply a huge progress."

"This is because the students Brainiac found for me are quite talented. They don't find trouble for me, so naturally I won't want to find trouble for others."

"What? You don't mean to push the reasons for you finding trouble for others before onto me?"

"I have to say, Bruce, the teaching career related to you has shaped a very difficult image for me. This has avoided a lot of trouble for me in my daily life later. Sometimes I think, perhaps this is a window God opened for me."

"Oh my God." Bruce was shocked; he spread his hands, paced forward a few steps, and then turned to look at Schiller and said, "How many geniuses of psychoanalysis have you encountered to make you say these words of great enlightenment?"

"Not many." Schiller snorted lightly, nodded reservedly, "But two or three are indeed there."

Bruce's expression was as if "You only have this requirement?", and Schiller also responded with his expression "Then who is it because of that my requirement is so low?" ===== CHAPTER 4654 =====