This time, the script is full of weirdness,

Things have developed to this stage, and even Li Ang is a little unsure of the hidden secrets behind it.

"Judging from the structure of the corridor and the echo I heard when I threw a screwdriver at the ceiling, the thickness of the ceiling is at least 150mm.

It stands to reason that the sound from upstairs should not be as clear as it was just now. ”

Li Ang muttered to himself, "Unless the floor is specially designed to conduct sound,

And it's also a one-way conduction of sound. ”

He muttered, "Judging from the conversation between the two,

They should be a team of couples, with a daughter, and most likely live in a single-family building in the suburbs.

The man is a scientific researcher, and most likely even an alchemist,

Recently, I was busy with an experiment and had no time to spend with my wife and daughter. ”

Leon rubbed his chin, "Could it be me as the sample of the experiment?"

Observe how the guinea pig solves the maze?

If that's the case,

can explain why the men and women upstairs didn't hear my shouting,

They premeditated everything,

After observing that I got the stationery, I staged a planned play,

No, they're all already conspirators, and they can act in front of me.

Then the information I've gathered may be all false...

Unless the men and women upstairs are completely unaware of the dungeon, and someone else is designing the dungeon and trapping me..."

Want to hide from an alchemist,

How difficult is it to build a massive underground palace downstairs in their house?

No matter how you think about it, it can't be less difficult than when Leon secretly renovated the house behind the back of the landlady....

The more you think about it, the more possibilities there are.

Leon shook his head and emptied his brain, "If you don't have to, don't add entities,

Let's continue to gather information. ”

He flipped through the letter, this time the letter was similarly scribbled, but there was no trace of the pigsty code disguised as a stain.

"It's understandable that the same routine is ineffective against Saint Seiya, and it would be too low-level if the dungeon designer still had a pigsty password."

Leon put down the letter paper and picked up the portable kerosene lamp and matchbox that were placed on the floor of the room.

The kerosene lamp is made of metal and glass, the whole is red, the two ends are wide and narrow in the middle like a gourd, there is no wick, but there is a knob on the side of the lamp head that can adjust the wick in and out.

He picked up the matchbox,

The box is made of cardboard, the size of half a palm, there is no logo label on the outside of the box, and there is a red-black phosphorus surface on the left side.

"Ordinary red phosphorus, white phosphorus."

Leon sniffed the phosphorus surface and pulled open the matchbox, which contained two matches.

"So what? Give me kerosene lamps and not wicks? Do you want me to rub a wick for you on the spot? ”

He paused, looking down at the sheet rag wrapped around his waist, "Wait, it looks like I can rub one myself..."

Li Ang sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up a hexagonal screwdriver, took a lot of effort to disassemble the kerosene lamp, and after checking it,

Do it yourself, make a simple wick out of bed sheet rags and cotton, and stuff it into the lamp.

"Wearing these gloves is really inflexible in everything,

I'm kind of empathetic to Doraemon who only stretches out his round hand. ”

Leon sighed, turned the kerosene lamp back on, and reached out to wipe the remaining broken steps.

After installing the kerosene lamp, he searched the room carefully to make sure that there were no hidden elements, and then walked out of the first door with the lamp and matches.

The outer door of room B is still closed, and there are a large number of fragments of wooden chairs scattered in the middle of the two doors.

Leon picked up the fragment and looked at it, and found that there was no grain on the fracture surface that wood should have.

All wood is made from sawdust that is forcibly glued together and molded as a single piece.

"Forcibly changing the composition of matter. This must be alchemy, right? No wonder it's so hard to be sturdy. ”

Leon dropped the wood chips, looked at the closed outer door of Room B, and muttered to himself uncertainly, "Should I stand back..."

He stood on the ring pattern between the two doors again, and sure enough, he saw the red light light light up again,

The inside door slowly closes, and after a few seconds, the outside door of the room slowly opens.

In order to avoid being locked up again, Li Ang hurriedly jumped out of the door, only to find that the corridor was pitch black and there was no light in sight.

"The lights go out?"

Leon looked up at the pitch-black ceiling, and with memory, he took out a match, slashed it on the phosphorus surface of the matchbox, lit the match, and lit the wick.

The light reappeared in the corridor again,

Leon shook his hand, extinguished the match, and carefully put it into the matchbox,

Seeing that the door outside room B closed automatically, he frowned and said, "Two doors can't be opened at the same time...

How is it kind of like... Decompression chamber or sterile laboratory? ”