"Well, I'll go down first," Knox didn't delay, shielding his head, and began to roll down one side of the wall.

"Whew!" Looking at Knox tumbling into the darkness, Bourcho let out a long breath and followed his example, with his hands on his head, lying on his side on the steps, and began to tumble down along the other wall.

The speed of the tumbling became faster and faster, and the light above the fire became dimmer and dimmer, until it was completely plunged into darkness.

The ups and downs of the single step are not too large, but the area of each step is not large, and there is no pain at first, but as the speed becomes more and more, each impact is like a punch, and if it is on the edge, it is like a whip leg.

"It's just a pain in the flesh!" Bourcho was not a strong man, and the constant rolling pain had become unbearable for him, and he tried to stop and get up several times.

But he was timid, thinking about the pain of being devoured alive by miscellaneous mice, he was timid, and he didn't stop after all. The most important thing is that now he can't stop if he wants to.

Being in the dark, enduring blow after blow, Bourgeo's consciousness was numb.

I don't know how long it was, I don't know how many steps I rolled, but Bourcho felt himself hit the ground hard, as if he heard a click.

"What a flesh wound, the bone must be broken. ”

Immediately, Bourcho fainted.

On the other side, although the ferocious miscellaneous rat had already pursued to the mouth of the stairs, they did not dare to step up the stairs, so they could only stop at the end of the road.

The miscellaneous mice piled up more and more, squeezing around, and one miscellaneous mouse did not stand firmly, and was squeezed down by his companion. But the steps emitted a faint spot of light, and the spot of light flashed, and the mouse lay straight on its side on the steps.

Seeing the death of their companions, the rats were still crowded, and from time to time rats fell down the steps and died.

Maybe it's mental retardation, or maybe it's too cruel, who knows. However, the people who rolled and fled should have been beaten by the steps in vain.

Under the stone steps

Bourcho, who had fainted, slowly opened his eyes, and instead of darkness, he saw a dim fire.

"I'm not dead yet, eh......" Just wanted to move his body, Bourgeois, who stood up, only felt sore, and felt that several ribs were broken: "It hurts... Hurt... It hurts, bones... The bones are broken. ”

As a result, instead of getting up, he fell heavily to the ground and let out a scream.

"Dead fatty, wake up?" Knox's voice floated from the side: "Don't worry, you can't die, such thick flesh is at most a skin injury." Hurry up, it's time to go. ”

"No, I seem to have broken a few bones, and I can't climb up...... Eh, don't drag me, it hurts... Hurt. Seeing that Bourcho didn't stand up for a while, Knox used a tug, but Bourcho was tossed very easily.

"Knox, Bourcho is also a little bit injured and not as physically fit as ours, don't try too hard. Viscount Eric opened his mouth to persuade: "But don't be afraid of pain, Bourjo, your bones should not be broken." Take a break, grab a bite to eat, and we're on our way. ”

"It's a shame to cry wolf at the slightest skin injury," Captain Knox scoffed at Bulcho's behavior.

"Eh, how can my little body compare to you. After a little movement, Bourcho also hunched over and barely stood up.

"Little body, I remember that you are much heavier than me, and if you have your body, I won't even snort when I roll down. ”

"Captain Knox, your face ......" By the light of the fire, Bourcho felt that Knox's expression was a little wrong: "I shouldn't have bumped into it?"

"Just bump into the dots, how much better do you think you're doing? Being mentioned by Bourcho, Captain Knox couldn't hang his face a little, but looking at Bourcho's bruised face, he still couldn't hold back a smile and didn't go to the trouble of this cheap thing.

While eating, Bourcho also began to observe his surroundings:

It was supposed to be a passageway, but it was much wider than the one above, eight or nine meters wide. The passage is directly connected to the staircase, which runs straight into the darkness in the distance.

I moved my hands and feet a little, although it was still a little painful, and it was not inconvenient to move around. Seeing that Bourcho was able to move, Viscount Eric beckoned everyone to walk towards the other side of the passage.

In order to avoid bumping, most of the torches were left on it, and now all that was left was some dry food and weapons to carry with them, and the torches and oil did not last long.

"I got rid of the rats, and almost died under the mouse's mouth," Bourcho was glad to walk in the middle of the procession, but he still had a lot of grievances about the rolling steps: "There are too many stone steps, and they almost didn't kill me." ”

"So your injuries are minor, and even if you fall to death, it's much better than being bitten to death. "Knox at the front of the line didn't think there was anything to complain about rolling down the stone steps.

"Honestly, God knows how much more we have to walk to see hope, and we may not see it until we die. Viscount Eric was also at a loss for the current situation: "It's better to tell a story and kill time." At this point, we can be regarded as friends of life and death, and it is not interesting to stick to identity, so it is better to communicate well. ”

"That's not going to work, Lord Viscount!" The first to speak was the opposing Captain Knox: "I am loyal to you, I surrender to you, this is the rule, how can it be easily changed." ”

"Easy, we can't be considered easy," Eric explained without hesitation, "Not to mention that you have been loyal to me for many years and have done your duty, just because you can follow me on the battleship that cannot be turned back can prove your loyalty." ”

"Wandering on this island, several adventures, escaping from the mouth of the snake, the mouth of the worm, the mouth of the rat, this is fate. These times they are all living and dying together, so what can't they be treated equally?"

What's more, the future is uncertain, life and death are not certain, why should you stick to your identity, so that you can't even die happily. The same goes for everyone else, so there's no need to be too restrictive. ”

Listening to Eric's explanation, Knox was silent, not that he was rigid, but too suddenly.

"Isn't anyone going to say it?" Eric wasn't surprised: "That's ......"

"Lord Viscount, let me start with myself. Eric was about to talk about himself and ease the atmosphere, but Alez took the initiative to speak, and immediately agreed.

"My name is Alets-Plath, and I grew up in the city of Sapros on the eastern coast, which has the largest port in the Empire. What I want to say is a storm, a storm that left me alone, and it was when I was not even ten years old. ”

"I used to live with my parents on an island in the East China Sea, I can't remember the exact location, and my life was very monotonous but harmonious. ”

"Normally, my father would leave home a few months before the storm and set sail with a couple of uncles, always returning half a month before the storm season with everything we needed. ”

"That time, the storm suddenly came early, a month early, my father could not come back before the storm season, even if it was the appointed date, he did not come back, I did not know at the time, again and again inquiring, again and again hurt my mother. ”

"The rain was getting heavier and the waves were getting rougher, so my mother and I had to hide in our wooden house, and we had some food, and we could barely go on, but my mother was never happy or angry again, and her expression didn't even change. ”

"I've seen storms many times, but I've never seen such a violent storm that day, it rolled up so many waves that it engulfed the whole island, and the cabin couldn't resist it, and my mother and I were separated. ”

"When I woke up and found that I was not dead, I showed up on a merchant ship, a merchant ship off the coast, and they said I had been fished out of the sea and found lying on a broad plank. ”

"Wait, the offshore merchant ships are still operating, and your home has a tsunami that engulfs the island, and you can still float off the coast alive?" asked Bourcho, surprised.

"That's true, and I don't know why. Instead, I ended up hearing that the storm season was the calmest on record, and that's why merchant ships were sailing. ”

"Maybe you're misremembering the time and place as a young child, or maybe you're thinking too much about the storm. Bourcho still didn't quite believe the story.

"Maybe it was a mistake, or maybe it was my fear. But I just hope that there are no stories, and I won't be alone in the coastal city. Speaking of this, Alez's nose was already a little pantothenic: "Don't lose everything"

"Naturally, it's so terrifying, even if it's a fleet of 10,000 people, it's vulnerable in front of him, let's mourn. Eric, however, comforted Allez with some self-deprecation.

This story is very sad for Alex, and the atmosphere of the group is also a little low, and their current situation is also caused by nature, and the mood can't help but be a little negative.

A story was told like this, and before anyone could pick up the conversation, an end loomed in front of the passage. The crowd quickened their pace, and even Bourgeo, who felt that he had broken several ribs, straightened up and trotted.

The place where the fire could be enveloped was not too far away, but it was only a few steps to the end of the passage.

It was a door, no longer made of material or stone, but with a metallic sheen. Unlike the stone gate in the cave, the metal gate is not worn, as if it was built yesterday.

"This pattern, so detailed, so ......" Before everyone could finish sighing, everything in front of them was white, and the surrounding scene seemed to disappear like smoke.

When the whiteness in his eyes slowly faded, a blue wave appeared in front of everyone's eyes, as if suspended above the Han Sea.

"Where is this?" a thought popped into his mind.

"This is the past"

A string of incomprehensible characters makes up a sentence, which seems to be chaotic but has an abnormal pattern, and the meaning is realized at a glance.

"The past, what is the past?"