In the dark, Bob counted silently.

Twenty five million three hundred seventy-one...

Twenty five million three hundred seventy-two...

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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.

Favorite color, red.

Favorite TV series, "The Line of Fire"

Mother, Halle Fox.

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Seventy eight million nine hundred ninety...

Seventy eight million nine hundred seventy...

Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.

High School, Hatton High School,

Favorite sport, basketball

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Twenty three million two hundred seventy five thousand two hundred thirty-five,

Twenty three million two hundred seventy four thousand two hundred thirty-six,

Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.

First girlfriend, Kelly, Kelly Winslet,

She was in the next class, and he had the courage to invite her to the school dance, and she smiled and agreed.

Not... He still remembers the smell of the back seat of the blue Toyota, and the sweat and embarrassed smile on his face when he couldn't untie his belt...

But that night wasn't bad, was it? She's gentle, and if she hadn't moved, they might have been able to stay together...

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Three hundred and ninety-thousand... How much?

Forget it, there's no point in counting again,

Bob thought so, slowly picked up a bottle of water, slowly brought it to his lips, and took a small sip.

The world is dim, dead, silent, and the only light comes from a red dot.

It's his fourth and a half days in this world,

On the third day, he felt like he was about to break down, but he managed to hold on.

Over time, he began to perceive the presence of his limbs, touch, taste, smell... Once again, these feelings returned, though still faintly.

Bob didn't know either, it was the dark space that returned the five senses to him,

Or did he have weakened senses in his own right, and now he picked them up again, only because he was used to the long period of pitch black silence.

However, this is not good news.

Bob has regained his five senses, and is able to access items from his backpack slot, while also being aware of his environment.

It's an open space with very low gravity, close to nothing.

The space is dim and lightless, and it can swallow any inner light source (a light source created by Bob using his equipment skills), except for the red dot.

That's right, the red dot.

Where the red dot was located was a one-man tall rectangular metal cabinet with a smooth surface, no buttons or bolts, so sturdy that it could not be opened by any means (not even a blow from Bob's best efforts), and its purpose was unknown.

The cabinet sits on a flat floor, which is soft, marshmallow-like and self-healing.

If it weren't for the extremely low gravity here, the metal cabinet would have sunk into the ground long ago.

in a word

The red dot was located in the middle of the front of the cabinet, and with the faint light emitted by the red dot, Bob, whose five senses were weakened, could drink water and eat.

He had some survival supplies, compressed food, and pure water in his backpack, but they were limited in number, and he had to find a way out of the space before he ran out of food.

Bob thought so and drew a full stop on the paper with a pen - he began to record everything that happened here, and he did it anyway when it didn't make sense.

If he can get out, he doesn't need to give the paper to other people, let them help analyze and crack the idea,

If he can't get out, I'm afraid the paper will stay in this space forever.

Forget it, don't think about it,

It's okay to make some notes, if you don't write something down to vent, he will go crazy sooner or later.

Bob slowly stood up and turned to look in the opposite direction of the red dot.

He just had a timekeeping mechanism in his backpack slot, so he didn't have to mentally count the time, but to check the time, he had to return to the red dot - there was no light at all in this damn place.

In fact, by consuming spiritual power and observing the recovery rate of spiritual power, you can also observe the current time.

However, the recovery efficiency of spiritual power is affected by the player's physical and psychological state, so it is not particularly accurate.

Anyway, let's go.

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Three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.

Three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.

Through the glow of the red dots, I could see through the glass of the clock and see my own thin and bleak face.

I was on the ground in the dark space, and I had been advancing for twelve days.

My vehicle, a motorcycle, ran out of energy on the first day, and for the rest of the day, I was on foot.

There is no end, there is no end,

I used my skills to locate myself, so I'm pretty sure I'm not taking a detour, and I'm not going to be hit by ghosts and keep looping.

This damn space is simply endless.

Way out...

Damn, I have to find a way out, there's not much food.

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Two months, one day, thirteen hours.

Just after falling from heaven, there is no end to the upward path, just like forward and backward.

Why?

Why does it have to be me?

Why would anyone else be able to draw a safe sticky note, and I have to stay in this damn space where I can't get out?

It's not fair.

Damn, damn it, damn it!

Damn it...

I can only dig down.

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Three months, four days,

I just climbed out of the tunnel, very sure, there is no way out of the down,

I made a careful food plan, but the supplies were still decreasing day by day.

the soft substance that makes up the ground, inedible,

Eaten raw, steamed, grilled... No matter how you cook it, it can cause intense abdominal pain when you eat it – it has no nutritional value and is completely unsatisfying.

I've tried to grow crops on the ground, but this "soil" is completely inviable.

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Three months, twenty days.

Everything that could be used as "food" was exhausted thirteen days ago,

I even drank the only bottle of miniature life potion, and guess what happened?

It cured my malnutrition and made me hungrier,

Every word I write now, I have to resist the urge to eat the paper.

By the way, who is that? Lee, Lee Il-sung, right?

I have to thank him for sending a stack of paper at a time, but the ink is not enough.

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Four months, seventeen days.

I'm not going to die.

Sounds incredible, right?

I hadn't eaten anything for almost a month, skinny skinny, hair falling out, chapped lips, hunger and pain all the time - I suspect my internal organs were failing and bleeding.

But I'm still alive.

Alive.

Grass.

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I found out! I found out!!

That metal cabinet! That metal cabinet won't be destroyed by any skill equipment, but it will be affected by my own body!

Do you understand?

I can scrape marks on it with my fists, with my teeth, with my own bones!

Inside, there must be something hidden inside, maybe it's a door! Turn it on and I'll be able to get out!

Wish me luck!

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During this time, I have been scraping the surface of the metal cabinet with my lost teeth,

To be honest, I don't dare look in the mirror at all now, God knows what I've become... I feel my right hand already peeling off like an onion,

The good news is that I have scraped a gap in the metal cabinet, and if I blow air into it, I can hear the hollow sound.

The inside is hollow.

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My left hand is broken,

I tried to make a strap out of the material and tie my broken left hand in front of me.

But it didn't make sense, my body had begun to decay, and I could even use my fingers to go through the holes in my belly and feel the internal organs - the blood in my abdomen had run out a week ago.

It stinks, it really stinks.

The blood accumulated on me, dried up and coagulated, like a layer of armor.

And on the ground.

If I had made up my mind earlier and used my own body to grow crops, might I have been able to grow potatoes?

Can potatoes grow in meat? I do not know.

There are no flies here, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

On the one hand, I don't have to worry about maggots all over my body.

On the one hand, flies and maggots provide me with at least some protein, and a sound.

The metal cabinet, almost opened, is still a little close.

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The teeth were completely drained and I decided to start using the bones inside my left hand,

When I woke up today, I didn't see the red dots.

I thought it was extinguished,

As a result, I was blind in my right eye,

Lucky.

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I was barely able to break the metal plate!

Great, good, great, I'll be out in no time!

I hope that returning to the outside world will heal my wounds,

I'm rotten to the point where I can't look like it.

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The cabinet was opened by me.

Inside, there is a book.

I know that the content on it will help me get out.

Maybe it's a mantra, like "Open the Sesame Seeds," and I'll be able to get out of here after I finish it.

But I couldn't.

I was already blind, five days before I opened the cabinet door.

Hahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahaha

It's the funniest joke in the world.

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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.

Favorite color, red.

Favorite TV series, "The Line of Fire"

Mother, Halle Fox.

Who will kill me,

Whoever it is, please come and kill me...

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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.

High School, Hatton High School,

Favorite sport, basketball

I've tried suicide, a hundred times? A thousand times?

I pulled out my heart, opened my head, and blasted myself with the most powerful weapon.

No matter how many times, no matter how many times, my shattered body can get back up again.

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Kill me, please.

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