Chapter 4664: Desperate Escape (43)

A moment later, the lighting power was restarted, and the light was restored in the level. The organizers' corpses were dragged to the central energy room one after another, but they didn't stay here for long, because the current situation was already very clear.

The whole game was a desperate battle royale organized by the company for viewing. But the wealthy people were not satisfied with sitting on the stands, but wanted to experience the pleasure of being above others' lives in person. The company originally didn't agree, but the wealthy person codenamed "Weasel" was privately preparing a larger party.

To prevent being implicated, the company reluctantly agreed to the wealthy people's decision to play in person, and even personally invited "Weasel" to participate in the game, but inserted their own people among the other five wealthy people who also participated in the game, preparing to mess with the lantern level, throw the "Weasel" who didn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth in front of the players, to prevent him from making more crazy and dangerous moves.

However, another mysterious force came to stir up trouble. Most players guessed that the hunter with a gun might be an agent sent by the FBI or other law enforcement organizations, they had already discovered the company's conspiracy, and took advantage of this opportunity to play in person to interfere and destroy the game, while collecting the company's criminal evidence.

However, because the players also had certain dangers, this agent didn't show up in front of the players. However, the players also tacitly placed the dead wealthy person's corpse in the central energy control room. There was a temperature control device here, which could ensure the freshness of the corpse, and once the official took over here, they could launch an investigation into the murder case at the first time.

Currently, the agent should have escaped and gone to seek help from law enforcement agencies. However, the company was still watching. Because they were worried that the company would send security personnel to hunt, the players didn't dare to stay in the employee passage for too long, but returned to the level, preparing to see what kind of difficulties the remaining levels had.

The passage to the next level was still an elevator, which could take players of different groups to different rooms. However, this time there was one more person among the players. Stark, who boarded the elevator first, entered the room where Anatoli's group was, and everyone could only delay backwards.

Until the last group, which was Batman and Superman's group, arrived, the elevator had already closed. They couldn't go to the next level.

"This is also good," Superman said, "Your body really can't support strenuous exercise anymore."

Superman supported Batman and came to the compartment of the lantern room to sit down. He said: "Let's stay here. If they dare to send security guards over, I'm not without the power to fight back."

Batman nodded, he also knew that he was at the end of his strength, and going for strenuous activities was looking for death. However, although his body couldn't move, his brain was still turning.

"There should be three moles in the last game," he said, "One from the company, one from the agent. However, the one who made the lantern catch fire should be a mole from a third-party force."

"This is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon," Superman sighed, "But who would the third party be?"

Although he had interacted with other players, because the time was too short, there was no in-depth communication, and Batman couldn't explore too much. But he guessed that judging from the mole's behavioral pattern, he didn't seem to hope that anyone could live out, including the organizers and players, and possibly including himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't have set fire at that time.

Superman thought about it, he still remembered that before the lantern fell, it had already been ignited. And in such a small space, the fire burned so vigorously, the probability of the people inside surviving was very low. It could be said that if the lantern hadn't been blown away, this fire was the real fatal move, how could it not burn one or two organizers to death?

"This proves that the person who acted is not a vested interest, nor does he want to gain any benefits from it. Either he is just a lunatic like Joker, or he has non-material interests. I am more inclined to the latter."

"Non-material interests?" Superman thought about it and said, "Could it be religious sacrifice?"

Superman came from the Central Continent, where cults were relatively rampant. He often heard some small-town horror stories, where a cultist would sacrifice an entire town at every turn.

"If so, then they must have a stronghold, and it's likely in the level." Batman thought about it and said, "They couldn't and didn't need to build their own employee passage, they must be borrowing the company's. And for the convenience of travel, the stronghold wouldn't be too far from the gathering place of the employee passage. I think, maybe it's above or below the central energy room."

"So we are looking for hidden things now?" Superman rubbed his hands and said, "But that's also true. Although we might not necessarily clear the level, if we can find the hidden things, maybe we can write a strategy or something after going out. Batman, will you give this game a good review?"

After resting for a while, Batman stood up and said: "Yes. Considering the link he specially arranged to kill the wealthy to vent his anger, I can raise the rating to 7.5 points. It can be considered a quite good instance."

The two walked towards the previous level, wanting to find if there were any hidden rooms for cultists below.

On the other side, the five groups that had arrived at the level room were surprised to find that this was still a cooperative level. Because now, five groups plus one organizer were all in rooms at different heights of a long, narrow vertical passage.

If you want to make an analogy, it's roughly similar to the movie "The Platform": players are located on different floors, and there is a hollow patio in the center of the room. However, the difference is that there is no elevator that constantly distributes food up and down, and the patio is also surrounded by a layer of semi-transparent resin material. Except for an opening that can reach out an arm, other places can't go out.

However, because the surrounding material is semi-transparent, you can vaguely see the figures of groups above and below, and you can also reach out from that opening to say hello.

An iron chain hangs down from the center of the patio, which is just about right to grab after extending the arm completely out of the patio. Looking up through the small opening, the top of the chain is a winch, which means this chain is moved up and down by the winch, like a vertical bicycle chain.

The room of the level has a door, and this door needs a key. It seems that the key needs to be obtained from the patio in the middle, but how to obtain it is not clear yet.

As soon as he walked into the room, Stark knew he was in big trouble. This level was the most special of all levels, because there were six floors in total, with a huge drop. The important mechanism controlling the chain operation was on the bottom floor, and therefore, the entrance and maintenance room of the employee passage were also on the bottom floor. But because he ran into the level first, he was now on the top floor. Without opening the permission, he couldn't go down at all.

He wiped his face hard, and just as he brought his face close to the small opening below, he saw a pair of blue eyes staring at him from the opening on the floor below. Stark gasped and backed away a few steps. It was that damn Soviet guy!

He swallowed his saliva, wanted to leave, but couldn't explain why the organizer died for no reason. This didn't make sense in the plot, if he got a bad review, "Greed" wouldn't let him go first.

But thinking of the content of this level, Stark's face was bitter. This level was designed by him, and it could be said to be the most dangerous level among so many levels. This was really eating his own bitter fruit.

Soon, the top of the patio made a rumbling sound, the airflow and vibration caused by the mechanism rotation were extremely terrifying, and the chain began to move downwards gradually. And accompanying the arrival of the shadow were blades spinning crazily like a meat grinder.

About every meter or so, there was a pair of blades parallel to the ground hanging on the chain. The blades spun crazily, and there was no doubt that anything that approached would be cut into pieces. Now the entire patio was like a long, vertical meat grinder, with the buzzing of countless blades overlapping, making people unable to help but feel fear.

And sharp-eyed people immediately discovered through that small hole that keys were hanging in the middle of the blades. That is to say, they had to take the keys down from the gaps of the blades.

The running speed of the chain was not fast, but the gap between the blades was too small. One meter of space was not enough for people to extend their arms and then retract them. If it wasn't retracted, this arm would be gone.

The key was that it didn't matter if the arm was gone, but if the arm was cut off, the key would definitely be gone too. They observed for a while and found that there were only six keys hanging on the chain, not one more.

That is to say, if someone's hand shook, their arm was cut off, and the key was dropped, then it was probably destined that they couldn't leave, and it would also affect others.

Up to now, everyone hadn't figured out how to play. Because the gap of the blades was obviously reachable, but couldn't be taken back, it looked like a dead end.

However, soon, a trembling voice came from the top floor: "Someone must drop a key, so that the person on the bottom floor can go out. He can slow down the speed of the chain in the next level."

Anatoli raised his eyebrows. Because the patio was sealed, they couldn't stick their heads out, and that observation window was too small, and they couldn't reach out to see. This angle couldn't see the situation on the bottom floor from the top floor.

"The one at the bottom," he shouted, "Is it sealed there?"

"There is no hinge here," Bruce shouted, "Only an empty patio."

Schiller and Bruce were located on the bottom floor. Their situation was different from everyone else: the patio didn't pass through their floor, but only opened a hole in the ceiling. The chain didn't extend down either, only a mechanism that constantly swallowed and spat out chains and blades on the side of the ceiling, but most of the patio was empty. They couldn't reach the mechanism above at all here.

If something fell from above, it would definitely fall to them in the end. Because the entire patio was basically sealed, even if it was hit by the blades and bounced around, it would be bounced back by that resin material, and would definitely fall to the bottom in the end.

"Why is it us?" Bruce said unhappily, "I hate this kind of sitting and waiting for death."

His arm was still hanging on his neck, obviously without any improvement. He scratched his head with his only good hand and said: "Actually, if I were above, I could send my arm out. Anyway, it can't move anymore, it's better to use it to exchange for a key."

"Is the Batman disease acting up again?" Schiller asked.

Bruce shook his head and said: "In a situation where someone must sacrifice, it can only be waste utilization."

"But have you forgotten? There is still an organizer on the top floor." Schiller said, "Isn't it the best situation for him to sacrifice?"

"He can sacrifice a fart!" Bruce said unhappily, "These people are all bad to the core, they won't sacrifice."

"Whether he sacrifices or not, it's not up to him." Schiller smiled and said. ===== CHAPTER 4665 =====

"Whether he sacrifices himself or not is not for him to decide," Schiller said with a smile.