"Hint: You've selected a single-player dungeon, it's randomly spawning, please wait!"

"Tip: The replica has been generated and is being loaded......

The familiar feeling struck, Mo Fan's eyes flickered, he was already in a dark void, he hadn't played a single copy for too long, and he still had some expectations in his heart. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You are an ordinary white-collar worker, with a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter, with a low income, but a very happy life."

There is a happy scene of a family in the picture, among which the "father" is Mo Fan, to be precise, Mo Fan after middle age, who is much older than now.

"But one day, you wake up and lie in a confined space, in a closed coffin to be precise, and the story begins here......"

This time, the opening CG was unexpectedly short, and before Mo Fan could think about it, his body suddenly fell, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in a closed dark space.

Closed, cramped, dark!

This is Mo Fan's first impression of this place, it feels quite uncomfortable, according to the opening CG prompt, he is now in a closed coffin, as for what he needs to do next, he has to look at the task list first.

Main Quest: Escape!

He was about to look around in the storage space to see if there was anything he could use, but he found that he couldn't open the storage space at all.

"Hint: It is currently a special single-player dungeon, and this player's attribute has been sealed to the level of ordinary people, and equipment items and storage space cannot be used!"

Name: Merfan

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 5

Constitution: 5

glanced at the attributes, and sure enough, it was consistent with the system prompt, and it was sealed to the level of a normal person, not to mention equipment props or something.

"It seems that I can only rely on my brilliant brain!" Mo Fan pursed his lips, and suddenly found that there was a blood-red number above the retina, and there was a small string of Chinese characters in front of it.

Current air breathing time: 15 minutes!

It seems that this is almost the countdown to Mo Fan's death, this is really an almost airtight confined space, and the air can only last a person to breathe for 15 minutes.

In other words, if he can't find a way to escape from here in 15 minutes, he will probably have only one end - to be suffocated to death!

That really has to be serious, Mo Fan, who was lying flat, was not in a hurry, stretched his hand up, easily touched the top, tried to hammer it twice, and after getting the conclusion of "indestructible", he completely gave up the idea of breaking it with brute force.

Not everyone is as bold as Mo Fan, and this pitch-black and closed environment alone is enough to make most players feel a strong sense of discomfort.

Especially for players with claustrophobia, it is definitely like hell, so the system will definitely not let players carry out tasks in this dark environment all the time, and most of them can quickly find a light source.

Sure enough, after groping around for a while, Mo Fan soon found a black smartphone in his trouser pocket, but unfortunately the screen was broken in several places and had long lost the function of the touch screen.

The only function is to use the ghostly light of the screen to illuminate, and it seems that the guy who tied Mo Fan to this coffin specially gave it to him.

With the faint light of the mobile phone screen, he took a rough look at the situation, which was a confined space with a length of more than two meters, a width of one hundred and twenty or thirty centimeters, and a height of no more than one meter.

There is not much time left for Mo Fan, which is both bad news and good news, although there is not much time, it also means that it is not too difficult to find vitality. After all, it's only fifteen minutes, and if it's too difficult, no matter who comes, you'll have to wait for death.

"The first thing to do is to carefully inspect the six layers of coffin walls, if you are lucky, you should be able to find some clues!"

After sorting out his thoughts, Mo Fan immediately executed it, and began to carefully check the up, down, left, right, front and back, which took him a full seven minutes, but unexpectedly, no clues were found.

These six-layer coffin walls are cleaner than Mo Fan's face, there is nothing that can be called a clue, and there are less than eight minutes left in the time!

"It shouldn't be!" Mo Fan frowned slightly, and glanced around again.

It stands to reason that on the wall of these six-story coffins, he has to leave some clues or hints for him, but now there are no hints at all, could it be that he guessed wrong? Or did he ignore the hidden clues?

"I've double-checked every inch of here, and if there's any clue, I should have found it right away!" Mo Fan muttered habitually, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Wait, who said that every inch has been checked?" ”

lowered his head, his eyes fell on himself, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I haven't checked an inch on my body!" ”

After some searching, Mo Fan successfully found a clue on the soles of his feet, which were a few small black words - tapping the floor 44 times in a row!

The guy who kidnapped him really used the psychology of human beings, knowing that in this case, ordinary people would never have thought that the clues to survival were actually drawn on themselves.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

At this time, there were still three minutes left, Mo Fan didn't need to be in a hurry, he knocked on the ground 44 times in a row, and with a "click", the floor cracked, and even though he was already on guard, he still fell straight down.

When he came back to his senses, he looked around with the faint light of the phone in his hand, and found that there was no difference between this place and the above.

It's still a closed space, and even the size is no different from the one above, and when I took a picture of it with my phone, I found that the floor above my head that had cracked through it had been reunited.

I tried to smash the top of my head a few times, and found that it was closed and dead, and it couldn't be opened at all, so it seemed that it was impossible to go up again, but most of the exits were not above, so I didn't need to care too much.

Current air breathing time: 15 minutes!

In the same size space as above, the time to maintain breathing is also the same, Mo Fan is still only fifteen minutes this time, but he knows that the difficulty will definitely increase, and it will definitely not be as simple as just now.

At this time, he suddenly found that in this confined space, except for him, it was no longer empty, and in the corner not far away, there was a mobile phone......

(PS: Thank you for the reward of the book friend "Big Haoer", the old rules, add a change today.) ）