Looking at the direction of these flammable gases outside the gate, it can be inferred that this combustible gas seems to flow automatically towards the place where there is a fire. Then it can be inferred that at the moment of opening the door, when no other combustible gas was scraped in, there was already a small trace of combustible gas generated by the start switch and friction that was sucked into the fire of the candlestick, causing a little flame tilt. Then the combustible gas outside the door swarmed up, further igniting the sloping fire, and causing the flames to tilt sharply in the opposite direction to the doorway when it was already somewhat tilted, thus causing a tornado of flames, which is the scene in front of us.

If it weren't for that, there wouldn't be a flaming tornado. Of course, this has something to do with the special circular wall here, but if the flame is straight, if the flame is simply rushed forward, it will be divided into two strands because the ignited gas hits the arc-shaped wall directly in front of the air flow, and they are rolled to both sides, forming two flame tornadoes of different directions but basically the same size side by side.

And the reason why it is the current counterclockwise flame tornado is precisely because the flame is tilted at the moment it is ignited, which has already helped it determine the direction, thus causing a tornado in one direction.

At the same time, because in the environment at that time, only the switch could create the gas that made its flame skewed at that moment - my actions did rub to produce combustible gas, but when I opened the door, I was in the same direction as the air flow, and the combustible gas I made had the same effect as the combustible gas after opening the door. It can only play the role of combustible gas after opening the door, but cannot change the lateral tilt of the flame on the candle and the direction of the entire tornado.

As for why it can't be the combustible gas produced by the friction of the gas blown out by the three "villains". First of all, the ejected gas does rub against the gas here, but it is not the friction between the same gas that can produce combustible gas, but the friction between the gas that can produce combustible gas and the poisonous gas, so there is no way to produce combustible gas, and it will only produce poisonous gas.

Therefore, the reason why the candle flame tilted slightly at that moment could only be because of the switch.

So obviously, the direction of the switch was immediately determined - from the side of the door, facing the left side of the candlestick. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to cause a counterclockwise flame tornado.

I first held on to the wall and tried to balance in the strong winds. Then he glanced at the walls and floor. After discovering that there was really nothing particularly obvious about the hidden switch, he turned his gaze to the candlestick.

Could it be said? ……

I let go of my hand holding on to the wall and took a few steps towards the candlestick.

After grasping the edge of the candlestick and holding my body steady, I quickly let go of my hand. Then place your hand on the floor to reduce the heat of your hand dissolving when it touches the candlestick.

This is the second time I've melted a little out of this glove. I can't touch anything hot with it anymore. Lest the gloves be scrapped, then the antibacterial clothing on the body will also be scrapped directly - I don't want to give up this antibacterial suit so soon. Although I already suspected that I had contracted XIZ germs, I had previously unzipped the antibacterial suit directly in the air in that "static" room. But I still have a bit of luck in my heart. Maybe it's just me being suspicious? Maybe it's all just my guess. Actually, it's not that bad. Anyway, time in a "static" room doesn't flow, so it should also include bacteria, right? Even if I did open my antibacterial suits directly in that room, they wouldn't have been able to float in since they were frozen at that point in time - that's how I consoled myself. So at the moment I still value my antibacterial suit, unless it is very necessary and I still don't want to expose my skin directly in the air here.

When the gloves had cooled down a little, I hurriedly stepped forward and searched carefully for the various decorations on the candlesticks, trying to find anything that had changed its position compared to the original, or something that might have been used as a switch, but found nothing.

As I looked up and down, I accidentally noticed a detail on the candlestick.

It was the little candle that was placed in a gold candle base.

The small piece of candle was still as soft as before, standing there like a limp little man. But this time it wasn't the candle itself that caught my attention, but the gold vessel that held the candle underneath.

If I'm not mistaken...... It seems that when I first came in and saw this golden candlestick, although I didn't look at it carefully because I was anxious about my brother's affairs, I still had a faint impression to remember...... This is adorned with gold leaves...... It was supposed to be facing up, right?

And now they are hanging quietly on the sides of the gold objects under the hot flames. If my memory is correct...... My expression immediately became serious - could it be that this is the so-called switch?!

But...... I looked at the gold artifact that had been burned hot, and the few flames that burst out from time to time on the side, and I suddenly hesitated a little - at such a temperature, I don't have any props around me that can be used to operate from a distance, how can I break it back into place?

After all, I'm not sure if this antibacterial suit is flame-proof, so I don't dare to reach out and do the experiment. Besides, the glove had just been melted off two small layers, and it didn't seem to me that it could withstand any further "burns".

But what else can I do now? My brother's side can't wait. This is not the room where time stands still. Here, time flows exactly minute by minute. Every second I spend is in danger for my brother - and it's growing exponentially.

I really couldn't think of a solution, so in my anxiety, I just touched the candlestick with my hand. As soon as I closed my eyes and my heart was horizontal, I reached over, and with one hand I held the candlestick and the other to break the few sticky gold leaves, and soon moved them back into place, and once again burned my hands and screamed.

Thankfully, the gloves weren't completely torn by me because of their fast movements—they did get scarred and their defenses were reduced a lot.

And the miraculous scene was that the tornado of flames above my head disappeared in an instant as my golden leaves snapped, leaving only the swirling smell of burnt in the air. (To be continued.) )