Sitting on the ground limply, Xia Shang's heart was disturbed by all kinds of emotions.

Pain, doubt, sadness, incomprehension......

With his head buried between his knees, his hands clutching at the soil under the wheat stalks, everything in front of him brought a huge sense of unreality to this young man who had been living in peace and ease for 28 years.

What kind of bullshit crossing, fake, right?!

In the novel TV, as soon as the protagonists woke up, someone immediately shouted to the Duke and His Royal Highness the Prince, to eat and drink.

The most unfortunate should also jump out of a beautiful little maid, and call herself shyly Master, are you awake?!

It's your turn, and you're left with a skinny body plus a few hours to live?

Trying to stretch out his right hand into the empty darkness, Xia Shang said to himself: "Invincible upgrade system." ”

Nothing happened.

"Almighty Goldfinger. ”

Or nothing.

"Farming space. ”

"Portable artifact. ”

"Peerless martial arts. ”

"It's okay to have a white-bearded old man......"

The only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind and snow outside the window.

After being silent for a few seconds, Xia Shang slammed the wheat stalks under him into the air hatefully, and roared in a low voice: "Since Lao Tzu is naked, then I will live to show you!"

Rubbing your right index finger against the bridge of your nose, the first thing you need to do is to sort out the information at hand.

Judging from the content of the conversation between the two outside the door, the owner of this body, whose name is Todd, was killed because he accidentally bumped into the ulterior secrets of the two gangsters.

Glancing at the frozen black lump on the table.

Maybe it's because of the low temperature and the unfamiliarity of the modulation, the poison that should have been a fluid turned into a semi-solid stuck in the mouth, and the original Todd should have been suffocated and hypoxic caused by mechanical death, and the gangsters found that he was not breathing, so they put the body in this room, and it happened that Xia Shang's soul occupied this body.

In terms of the structure of the houses, the interior decoration, and the way they dressed, it is somewhat similar to medieval Europe, but the language used is not English, but the grammatical structure is somewhat similar. The most interesting thing is that it is obviously an unfamiliar language, but I can understand it, maybe it is because the brain of this body still retains some basic abilities from previous lives?

Finally, it's a matter of time.

The gangsters mentioned that in the early morning, they would enter the place and start disposing of the bodies.

If you haven't escaped by that time, there is only one fate waiting for you.

First killed, then disfigured, then burned, and finally thrown into the mines.

Thinking of such a tragic end, Xia Shang shivered deeply from his bones.

He took a deep breath and patted his face, since he decided to live, then let go of distractions and think about what to do next. First of all, substituting the original role into one's own mind is a necessary preparation for living in this world.

Forget the name Xia Shang, now he is Todd.

Now it's time to move on to the second thing, which is to make an escape plan.

The small window under the roof is only used for ventilation, and cannot be used to get out, so the only way to get out is the wooden door in front of you.

With the tools in the room, it is almost impossible to break the iron pin on the door lock. But the planks on the door looked old, and if there was a handful of them, they might be able to open a big hole.

Todd stood up, and by the faint light of the candle, searched around the room, and finally found a fifty-centimeter-long iron drill in the stone stove.

Picking up the somewhat heavy iron drill in his hand, he gestured twice towards the wooden door, and Todd felt a little relieved, it shouldn't be a problem to knock these wooden boards.

Wait a minute.

It seems to have forgotten a key issue.

If you hit these planks, you will inevitably wake up the two gangsters sleeping outside the door. Judging from their appearance, movements, and skills, as well as the daggers, ropes, hoops, and other objects they carried with them, they didn't look like easy people to deal with. With his weak body, he fights head-on, and the chance of survival is infinitely close to zero......

Is there any way to open the wooden door without waking these two people and escape smoothly?

Look around the objects at hand, a hammer, a stack of wheat stalks, a stove for a fire, a small pile of coal, a candle that is about to burn out, a wooden table, and that's it.

Todd tilted his head, thought about it carefully, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Since then, the mind has been fixed on the line of opening the door first and then solving the threat, what if the order of action is reversed? What if the threat outside the door is solved first, and then the door is opened?

Maybe it could be like this, and then again......

Walking over to the coal pile, Todd crouched down, picked up a piece of coal, flipped it over, and looked at it.

Then go to the stove where the fire is lit, open the iron door at the mouth of the stove, and look inside. Similar to some old duplex heating equipment in rural areas, the chimney facing the roof has a movable baffle that can be closed to ensure that when the fire is lit, the wind and snow from the outside will not pour in, causing the fire to go out.

Glancing at the candles, which were burning shorter and shorter, and the flames were close to nothing, Todd gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, there seemed to be no good way to do it except this path at the moment.

A handful of wheat straw is stuffed into the hearth, lit with a candle, and then the coal is placed in it and spread with an iron chisel. Then turn off the stove, grab the wet and dry dirt on the ground, and glue all the gaps.

After all this, Todd looked at his hands covered in mud and soot, listened to the crackling sound of the stove, and sat down on the wooden table, staring blankly at the still fierce wind and snow outside the small window.

Everything that can be done has been done, and the next thing is to wait for the results.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the blizzard outside has gradually stopped, the sky is slightly bright, and some sunlight is projected into the room through the hides.

Sleepy-eyed, Todd smelled a pungent smell while half-asleep.

Slowly raising his head and opening his eyes, a familiar chemical term came to his mind.

Sulfur dioxide.

The boy who suddenly woke up, shaking his drowsy head, quickly stood on the wooden table, opened the small leather window, and breathed in the fresh air.

It's dangerous!

Just now, due to fatigue and sleepiness, I accidentally fell asleep.

The carbon monoxide produced by burning coal, after entering the human body, will combine with hemoglobin in the blood to produce carboxyhemoglobin, and then make hemoglobin unable to combine with oxygen, thereby causing hypoxia in body tissues, resulting in suffocation and death of the human body. Fortunately, the coal used as fuel was not pure coal, and the sulfide contained in it burned to form irritating sulfur dioxide gas, which, coupled with his usual experience of exposure to various chemical gases in the laboratory, woke him up from his drowsy in time.

Looking out of the small window, the sun had climbed halfway up the mountain, and the snow-covered mountain reflected a dazzling golden light. As far as the eye can see, some tree trunks are exposed through the snow, and a small stream that freezes over. Further afield, there are mountains surrounded by clouds and mist.

If you're on vacation, it's a great place with great scenery.

But now, Todd is more concerned about the movement in the next room.

Silence.

I remember that the two men said that they would come in early in the morning to dispose of the "corpse".

To be on the safe side, it's better to wait a little longer.

The sun rose in the sky, and the white light reflected from the snow pierced the man who couldn't open his eyes.

Counting the time, it should be about eight or nine o'clock now, right?

With the psychology of gambling, Todd opened the curtain of the roof chimney, and the exhaust fumes accumulated in the chimney and the stove passed through the passage and rose into the sky.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement outside. The boy held his breath, climbed down from the wooden table, raised the hammer and knocked tentatively twice on the wooden door.

No response.

With the force of his hand, he knocked the wooden board open a "small door" for a single person to crawl through, and Todd carefully knelt down and walked through.

The first thing that catches your eye is two corpses that are in a miserable state of death.

The hunchbacked man was lying in a pile of animal skins, a puddle of vomit came out of his mouth, his skin was flushed but his expression was not painful, and he died directly in his sleep.

The leopard-eyed man was not so lucky, it seemed that he should have been awakened by the smell of sulfur dioxide in the middle of the night, but due to confusion and cardiopulmonary failure, he completely lost his mobility after climbing a few meters towards the door, and finally died of pain in hemiplegia, lack of oxygen and heart palpitations.

Soothing the pounding heart in his chest, Todd forced himself to look away from the corpse, and while he was still breathing, he ran to the end of the room, opening the door obscured by heavy fur and letting the fresh outdoor air flow back into the cabin.

Throwing himself on the snow outside the house, ignoring the cold environment, Todd wiped his head, face and neck with snow water to help his body speed up blood circulation, and breathed heavily to speed up the gas displacement in his lungs.

After a while, the boy who had finally recovered his composure tightened his clothes, glanced back at the hut, and then stood up and looked into the distance.

Todd's hut was located on a desolate hill, and judging by the dried meat and fur from the porch, it was indeed a hunter's hut. At the foot of the mountain, you can vaguely see a group of low-rise buildings curling with cooking smoke, and the conspicuous two-slope roofs and stone brick walls of medieval houses make him more determined to cross the street.

Standing in the snow, the boy whose limbs were numb from the cold wind wanted to go back to the house to keep warm, but he had palpitations.

Eventually, Todd mustered up the courage and climbed the steps again, entering the hunter's hut.

The air in the room was still a little tight, and the smell of sulfur had not yet dissipated, but it was much better than before.

Focusing deliberately elsewhere, forcing himself not to examine the body, the boy picked up a fur from the ground and draped it over his body, finally retaining the warmth that was constantly draining from his body.

Todd, who was about to turn around and leave, took advantage of the light from the door and accidentally discovered that there was a thin gap in the location of Shicai's fur. Leaning down and moving away from the other debris around him, a secret door and an iron ring handle appeared in front of the boy's eyes.

A sentence suddenly came to the boy's mind.

"There's no way, who told him to see something he shouldn't see. 』