Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 505 Incinerator ([-])

With more force in his hands, the heavy metal door was pushed open a gap for one person to pass through, and Fu Qian squeezed out sideways.

What appeared in front of him was another passage, except that it was slightly wider than the front, there was not much other difference.

And not far ahead, above a masonry stone platform, a big exclamation mark was sprayed out with red paint.

The exclamation point pointed to a small cassette on the platform, obviously reserved for himself.

And further forward, the passage showed a [-]-degree corner, and the red paint sprayed a pointing arrow on the wall, indicating that he would walk down from the corner.

what smell?
Looking at all this, Fu Qian sniffed.

It's not an illusion, there is a somewhat stimulating smell in the air.

Although he couldn't confirm what it was for a while, there was no doubt that Fu Qian smelled danger from it.

While thinking, Fu Qian looked back at the door behind him.

Sure enough, there was a small hole next to the hole where he reached out his hand just now.

A short iron wire protruded from the small hole, and it was obvious that the key was hung on it.

Fu Qian bent down and took a look. From this side, he could already see the silently rotating blades in the hollow.

Brother Jigsaw really didn't scare himself. Most of the time, this is enough to threaten to break his hand.

But if you touch it casually, after the balance of the blade is affected, the piece of wire hanging on the key will retract, causing the key to fall to the ground.

"Another surprise."

During the observation, Fu Qian had already changed the cassette, pressed the play button, and a familiar hoarse male voice came from inside.

"It seems that you have passed the first test. I have been worried that the subsequent arrangements will not be useful. I hope you rely on calmness, hahaha..."

When it comes to calmness, the tone of this person is obviously emphasized, full of sarcasm.

"In short, congratulations, I hope you still have the mental and physical strength to complete the next game, after all, your time is running out."

Obviously, in this person's estimation, he probably didn't think that he only spent 3 minutes to complete the first mechanism.

And even if it's done, it's likely that some blood will have to be shed.

"You are a lover of reading. In your limited life, you have read a lot of books."

"You always have a book in your bag that you're reading, each of which gives you something different, and you enjoy the collision of ideas and see the entertainment of your peers as a waste of life."

"But is this really the case? Are you obsessed with the thoughts of the sages, or the sense of superiority brought about by reading?"

"Books are like a sign that separates you from other people and tells you that they are inferior. Books are your shield and crown and make you special."

"Of course you will deny this, so now you have the opportunity to prove what books mean to you."

These days, isn’t it enough to pretend to be an X while reading a book?
Hearing this recording, he frowned.

Aren't most young people reading books, especially masterpieces, for the sake of making achievements?Is this actually a sin?
The hair is not all grown, how much resonance do you expect to be able to generate from a hundred years of solitude?

Brother Jigsaw, have you been deeply hurt by a bully?

To complain, to complain, Fu Qian has already turned the corner according to the arrow.

The next moment, he understood what the source of that strange smell was.

Behind the corner, a pool of spring water was rippling, and the passage under the feet was completely submerged.

And that pungent taste comes from this yellowish green liquid.

"See that window? Now the escape route is right in front of you, only covered in caustic fluid."

window?

Fu Qian looked up, and at the end of this passage was also a door, with that old-fashioned password key next to it.

And high above this door, there is a small window with a diameter of about forty centimeters, and there is no obstacle on it.

Obviously, the way to survive is to pass through the corrosive liquid in front of him, and then climb through the small window to escape.

"And something to help you is at hand, I hope you make good use of it."

In fact, Fu Qian had seen the things at hand a long time ago. Near the corner, there was a pile of thick packaged books.

"The liquid is not very deep, and these books are strong enough to pave a way for you in it, but the amount is limited, so you need to choose the appropriate distribution method carefully."

"Reading is like opening a window to the world, I like this sentence, I hope they can guide you, hehehehe..."

Amidst another burst of laughter, the recording ended.

it is as expected.

When Fu Qian saw the scene in front of him, he guessed that he needed to use books as footsteps to pave the way. After all, there was obviously nothing else to move inside.

Even with Fu Qian's analysis ability, he can basically confirm at a glance that these books are enough for him to reach that door.

The problem is that the window is more than three and a half meters above the ground, and it is impossible to catch it when jumping from the ground.

Is that why a reasonable distribution is emphasized?

Talk to yourself before paying.

The way to reach the window is also obvious, that is to use the pile of books to build a high enough footing.

With my current body shape, bibliography is enough.

But the problem is, if you save all the books for last, what about the previous paragraph?
The only way is to pave a road first, and then fish out the books from the liquid in the opposite direction every time they pass by, and finally gather them together under the window.

And that meant that he had to reach into those corrosive liquids with his hands.

Fu Qian squatted down, stretched out a finger, and pressed the pad of the finger on the surface of the liquid.

The unique pain of chemical burning came, and the superficial skin had already festered with just one touch.

So does a hand have to be sacrificed?
Fu Qian let out a sigh of relief, but it wasn't unacceptable, after all, it was better than having his feet abolished.

With the support of one arm, climbing the window is still about the same.

After quickly comprehending Brother Jigsaw's meaning, Fu Qian did not act in a hurry.

In view of the rapid customs clearance in front, I should still have a certain margin in time.

Although as long as there are no other traps, the test can be almost stably completed in this way, but injuries are inevitable.

In view of the particularity of the current task, Fu Qian wanted to avoid physical damage as much as possible.

Pain or loss of hand is one thing, if there is any special decision to lose san, then it will be a big loss.

Rubbing the hardcover with his fingers, Fu Qian casually opened the book on the top.

It can be seen that although the books are old, they are well maintained, including those below.

Of course, there is no spell in it that can make you fly.

Before paying, he closed the book and opened another one.

Somewhat strangely, he immediately turned the book around.

Obviously very neat, but these two books are reversed.

(End of this chapter)