Chapter 4655: Desperate Escape (35)

A few minutes ago, Bruce very boldly implemented his plan, which was to follow the elevator up, then pry the round disk above back, and then jam the cage. Moreover, the plan was very successful; the cage was completely jammed.

Schiller, who stayed below, indeed heard abnormal sounds, which were in the upper part of the right wall. Something went "clang," and there were some abnormal sounds of engagement. They immediately judged that the pulley set was inside the wall of this room, and it wasn't far away.

Considering that the mechanism needed adjustment and inspection, there must be a room inside, and there must also be staff passages. It was a pity that although they could hear the sound, the wall bricks really couldn't be pried open, otherwise they might have been able to catch the person who came to repair it.

But even if they couldn't catch them, they could probably determine whether there was really anyone inside. Because now the mechanism was broken, the level was jammed, and the organizer would definitely want to save them.

Although this belonged to them making trouble for themselves and jamming themselves, there was also a part of the responsibility on the mechanism being poorly designed and not having reverse safety measures. If they were judged to have failed just like this, they would definitely receive two bad reviews after the game ended.

And at this time, the people in the monitoring room had already put on masks and were ready to set off. Greed just opened his mouth and wanted to let the Agent go to repair it, only to find that counting the Agent, there were exactly six of them; if the Agent was sent to repair it, after the first group entered the field, there would be one less actor sitting above, which clearly seriously affected plot understanding.

The Agent was quite calm and said: "Call Deathstroke in; at worst, give him some points."

Greed thought about it and felt it was the same; with the trouble-making ability of this bunch of people, one repairman wasn't enough; sooner or later, they would have to call a few more in, so it was better to call people now.

So, Deathstroke from the main universe was called in, and while those six people were performing, he took on the duties of repairman and cleaner. However, he clearly hadn't completely transformed from that kind of big-opening-big-closing combat style, had no stealth habits, and didn't suppress his footsteps at all when walking in the staff passage, just walking "clank-clank-clank" past. Schiller and Bruce heard it clearly outside.

Not only that, the noise he made when repairing the pulley set and controlling the round disk mechanism was also ridiculously loud, and he stumbled and hit things when encountering problems, making the noise of three or four people alone, which really left Bruce speechless.

"Is their human resource so surplus?" Bruce said somewhat confusedly, "Does repairing a pulley set and mechanism need so many people?"

"I guess they are prepared." Schiller said, "Don't forget, from the plot we learned before, there were staff members who were counter-killed. It is estimated that after that, they wouldn't send single people to repair, to prevent being caught by players."

"What a coward," Bruce said, "It seems the idea of hijacking hostages to escape isn't very realistic. Fighting three or four security personnel with guns is really too dangerous. We can only consider it from the aspect of energy."

"Are you planning to cut off the power?" Schiller didn't do experiments much, but he often soaked in the laboratory with Victor. He said: "The power supply for power and the power supply for lighting must be separate, because when repairing the scale before, the power supply for power was cut off, but the lighting wasn't affected."

"Just cut off the power supply for power. But we must first draw the structure of this building and determine where the power supply is. This isn't difficult, because repairing any structure requires cutting off the power supply for power first, so the energy room must be placed in the most central position; otherwise, it would be too time-consuming. All staff passages will connect to the energy room; as long as the direction of the staff passage behind each room can be determined, their intersection is the energy room."

Bruce looked at the wall and said: "His footsteps are so loud, which means the staff passage is very close to the wall, and it's going up, which proves that the energy room should be under our feet. If this is seen as a building, we might already be above the center line."

Schiller sketched the blueprint in his mind; he understood Bruce's meaning, which was actually that the staff passage was countless lines, and each level's room was the end of these lines, and now it was to infer the starting point based on the position of the end point.

"There are two possibilities," Bruce said, "One is that the design personnel are relatively rigorous; even in places we can't see, the staff passage is built according to the laws of physics and architectural rules. They will connect rooms that are relatively close, and at the same time will use spiral stairs to increase height, and there might be some inclined ladders, but the angle won't be too bizarre.

"Another possibility is that in places we can't see, the level designers of the Domain are flying lines completely randomly, pulling countless lines directly from the center, each leading to a room. From a design perspective, this is the simplest, and it's relatively friendly to these employees who have to shuttle inside, because they are all single passages and won't get lost..."

"It should be the latter," Schiller said, "I know Greed; he pays great attention to efficiency and will be more willing to spend the budget on important places, and pays attention to spending money on the blade. Where players can see, it must be modeling and art with sufficient budget; but where players can't see, just muddle through to save budget."

"Isn't the budget of the development team unlimited?" Bruce asked somewhat confusedly.

"How is that possible." Schiller shook his head and said, "Materially, it doesn't need to spend money, but energy is limited. They aren't full-time developers either, most of them just use their spare time to mess around, and they must launch enough new instances within a period of time, so the time spent on each instance has an upper limit. It's impossible to polish without limit, and not launching new ones for a long time will be scolded."

"Makes sense." Bruce nodded and said, "If it's flying lines, it's easy to handle."

After saying that, he took out Andrew's notebook; there were still many blank pages behind. Since there was no pen, he took the tip of the iron rod, dipped it in some water on the ground, and started drawing on the blank pages.

First was the room of the first level, two rooms connected together, then the long passage and the room at the end, followed by going up to the second floor, and then continuing to climb up, arriving at the scale room, then walking up to the steel needle room, and then climbing up...

Bruce was drawing the three-dimensional structure map of all the mechanism rooms, and estimating the position of the maintenance room. Using the known information obtained in this room, he pointed to the steel needle room: "I suspect the energy room is in the center of this polygon.

"There is enough space here, and it happens to be below the room we are in, and it is consistent with the direction of the footsteps we just heard. The most critical thing is that the scale system and the steel needle system should be the most important mechanisms; placing the energy room here is convenient for going back and forth to cut off power for debugging."

"It's a pity we left too early." Schiller said, "If Anatoly really broke the scale, then we could have verified your guess through the time of repairing the scale."

"There will be opportunities." Bruce said, "I guess there must be cooperative levels later; by then, think of a way to communicate with them and ask them."

"I didn't expect the cooperative level you wanted to come so quickly." Schiller stood in the lantern room, looked up at the six silhouettes above, and sighed.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Bruce asked.

Subsequently, he was stunned for a moment, suddenly his eyes shone: "Wait, Professor, you can read minds, right?! I mean, your mind reading isn't a superpower and wasn't restricted! Then wouldn't you be able to..."

"I think sometimes we should still play the game according to the rules." Schiller returned Bruce's words exactly as they were, and walked toward the door without saying a word.

"Ah, don't be like this, Professor, I won't tell others." Bruce chased after him, "Just tell me, or give me some hints; perhaps I can guess based on their subsequent words and actions..."

Stark, who was sitting above, almost choked on a sentence he swallowed back, covered his neck and coughed violently, not daring to cough too loudly. How could he forget that Schiller could read minds!

I'm afraid that after entering for three seconds, he would have opened all their accounts. Unfortunately, this didn't belong to a superpower and couldn't be restricted at all. Then what else could they say? They could only pay tribute to the legendary box weapon possessor with silence.

Mephisto seemed to still hold some hope and said: "As long as we don't speak or move, he couldn't possibly out of thin air..."

"Beware of the devil," Schiller said to Bruce, "They are best at sweet words and bewitching people."

Mephisto covered his neck and coughed with Stark.

Bruce was a bit confused; was this topic conversion too fast, what does it have to do with the devil? He thought for a moment, then said: "Professor, do you mean, this might be a religious ritual?

"Oh, I understand. Although it looks like that kind of entertainment battle royale where rich people place bets, it is very likely to be a religious sacrifice ritual..."

"Ahem ahem..." Greed also coughed.

"Rich people gathering together to play this kind of game, I'm not surprised; this routine is too classic. If there is only such a layer of setting, it will inevitably seem a bit thin. If I were the plot designer, I would definitely add some more ingredients." Bruce speculated, "There is a cultist among the rich, wanting to sacrifice everyone including the rich and the players, is a good entry point, and it counts as a reversal. Although it's a bit simple, after all, it's not a level that emphasizes the plot; this kind of setting is completely enough.

"The previous levels consume energy and physical strength, and the rich and chess pieces appear in this level to trigger hatred. Later, design a 'level error,' making players mistakenly think that the rich have played off, and start chasing and killing the rich. But just at this time, the cultist appears, and players and the rich have to join forces to resist the enemy, and a bunch of people die and are injured. At the end of the story, there is another moral choice of whether the survivor wants to let the rich go, and that's about it."

Everyone in the lantern coughed together.

"Look, this is the consequence of the plot being arranged too simply." Scarecrow was clearly dissatisfied for a long time, "I said one reversal isn't enough, it's easy to be guessed, but you didn't believe it. Now it's good,

"It's fine, they're the only group that guessed it anyway," Stark said, taking a sip of water and catching his breath. "The others probably haven't noticed the clues yet."

"Why do I feel like the people sitting above us are the wealthy individuals themselves?" Harley said, leaning against the partition wall with her arms crossed.

"No way, right?" Pamela frowned, somewhat skeptical. "Are these rich people crazy? Getting this close to a bunch of lunatics like us? Aren't they really afraid of being killed?"

"They have no idea how fierce we are," Harley said. "The people they grabbed before probably couldn't make it past the first few levels and were likely half-dead by the time they got here. Of course they aren't afraid."

"And..." Harley dragged out the word with feigned mystery, lowering her voice. "I suspect there's a traitor among these six people who will probably cause trouble in this level."

"How do you know?" Pamela asked, somewhat surprised.

"Intuition," Harley pointed to her head. "You know, under high pressure, my intuition is usually very accurate."