I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 646: Reading harms people
"When did the old man leave the book to me?"

He hesitated for a moment, and then a light bulb went off in his head as if he had figured something out. But in the blink of an eye, that clear-minded feeling disappeared in an instant.

"You managed to slip the book into my suitcase without anyone noticing. You're truly a veteran of the pioneer group."

He quickly checked his suitcase and fortunately the relic he had been carrying with him was still there.

The relic was a tablet with special powers. Although the functions were not powerful, he had been using them until now. It didn't matter if other things were lost, but he would be very sad if this relic was lost.

With a sigh of relief, he closed the suitcase again.

He looked at the time out of habit, but was stunned again.

"What happened? Why did it take so long?"

Three whole days have passed, and now it is time to start the transformation plan.

"Has the transformation started?"

Although everything around him was still quiet, he was already starting to panic.

"Let's get out of here now..."

He simply grabbed the suitcase and walked to the side of the corridor.

However, before he took two steps, the entire corridor began to shake. He stumbled and fell to the ground, and the suitcase slipped back to the door of Room 0122.

The entire corridor suddenly tilted, as if the pipes in the residential area were suddenly squeezed by some powerful force.

Through the dim light, he saw the corridor in front of him was instantly flattened by a huge force.

"They really don't care if there are people living in the residential area! As soon as the time comes, they will start the transformation!"

Now, he finally understood that what the old senior said was true.

Looking at the increasingly crowded corridor, he had no choice but to run back to room 0122.

However, the pipes on this side of the room were also being squeezed, and they probably couldn't hold out for much longer. He was extremely anxious and even started knocking on the walls, but these hard pipes could not be destroyed by human power. There was no one else in the entire No. 0 residential area except him, and his cry for help would not be discovered.

"How to do?"

At this critical moment, his thoughts raced, and he suddenly thought of a solution...

He immediately shouted to the surroundings: "Fortress Center! I want to donate the relic!"

Just as he finished speaking, a thin pipe suddenly extended from the side of the room.

A glowing screen is wrapped around the pipe.

"How do I operate it..." He didn't quite understand these high-tech things, so he could only press buttons anxiously while taking out the remaining pills from the suitcase and stuffing them into the pipe.

As he operated randomly, the donation information box on the screen turned into voice input.

"Come to room 0122 and save me! I need permission to stop the transformation!"

After saying that, he began to click the screen frantically.

Perhaps it was because he spoke too hastily, or perhaps the renovation of the residential area affected the function of the pipeline, and only the words "0122" and "authority" were left in the voice input text box. Under his hurried operation, the missing information was directly uploaded, and the pipeline, carrying the relics he donated, retracted directly into the wall.

"I hope they can understand and send someone to rescue me."

This was the only way he could think of to contact the outside world. As long as someone could see his donation information, they could come to 0122 to save him.

He was slow to accept new things and had never understood the various functions of the Pipe Fortress. He had learned about the donation function in Residential Area Zero, and he knew almost nothing about the other functions.

However, since he could contact the outside world, it was a good thing. He stretched his head out and carefully looked at the corridor. The way out was completely blocked. The hard corridor pipe was completely flattened, and there were dents everywhere. Fortunately, the squeezing seemed to have stopped temporarily, and he could hold on for a while.

The sound of metal compression continued to be heard in the residential area, and from time to time there was some huge breaking sound. He knew that the outside was probably in a mess now.

I waited anxiously in the room for a while, but no help came.

“What happened? Did the donation information not arrive, or did they not understand what I meant?”

He shouted across the room again, wanting to continue donating relics.

However, this time he shouted several times, but the channel responsible for donation did not appear again.

"It's over. The function of the fortress must have been affected."

As the renovation progressed, the nearby pipelines were disturbed, and the No. 0 residential area has unknowingly become a "vacuum zone". Perhaps only after the renovation is completed, the pipelines here will return to normal.

But by that time, he might have been crushed into a pulp.

Thinking of this, he collapsed to the ground in despair.

The "buzzing" sound of metal compression coming from afar continued to torment his soul, and the sharp friction sound made him scratch his ears and cheeks, his heart pounding.

Under the threat of death, he began to regret.

"What on earth am I doing? Why can I only read for three days? I clearly know that the transformation is about to begin, so why am I still staying in such a dangerous place? I have persuaded everyone to leave and completed the mission, so why am I still staying here? Now that everyone else has left, I am the only one who stays..."

He punched the suitcase beside him, and the suitcase fell down, and all the books that were stuffed inside fell out.

"Legend of the Magic Mountain" and "From the Shadow", these books were scattered on the ground in a mess.

In the face of life threats, knowledge seems worthless.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I would have left long ago."

The squeezing sound of the pipe outside appeared and disappeared from time to time, making him even more irritated. He couldn't help but curse at the book on the ground.

If it weren't for these books, he wouldn't have to persuade the old senior and would have evacuated the area long ago, and he wouldn't be in danger like he is now.

"What a lousy book! What a lousy book!"

He pointed at the books on the ground and started cursing them one by one.

Knowledge is useful, but it can't save him now...

But as he kept cursing, his anger gradually subsided.

He realized that he was just helpless and furious now.

While cursing, he picked up the scattered books and put them neatly back into the suitcase.

"Reading harms people! Reading harms people!"

Muttering angrily, he dusted the book off, straightened the corners, and put it back steadily.

"I said that the seniors couldn't tell the difference between the important and the unimportant, but I was the same. I was so fascinated by it, and I talked a lot of great principles, but I couldn't do it myself. Alas!"

He slapped his thigh hard, then gently picked up the books beside him and stacked them together.

"How come I'm not hungry after watching it for three days? I don't feel thirsty now..."

As he wondered, he put the pile of books back, but he didn't notice that the squeezing sound around him was slowly disappearing...

(End of this chapter)