William leaned against the wall, he had just recovered, but no matter how much courage he had given him at this time, he didn't dare to look back into the room next to him.

Next to him, Church was lying on the ground retching, Bill's face was very bad, he was facing away from everyone, his hands on the wall, his head buried deep in the crook of his arm, O'Connor's hand shaking and wiping his only lens, which had also cracked because of the panic he had just had.

"I... We... Ahem, let's go up. William coughed softly, and he swallowed his parched throat again.

"Up?" Bill turned his head, his chin resting on his shoulder, "How do we get out of the way?" ”

"I'm not sure yet, this building, you all had a role in designing it, if—" William looked at them.

Except for the dead man lying on the ground, everyone else looked at him.

"They—" William pointed to the top, "if they all follow your designs, there are still differences, but for now, the differences are..."

"Perfect." O'Connor interjected.

"Yes, perfect, then, what I want to know now is, are there any people here who are involved in the design of the escape route?" William looked at the crowd.

Everyone either shook their heads or remained silent.

William sighed, knowing that he shouldn't have such illusions.

"I know what you're going to think, but my purpose now, we're going down layer by layer, I don't know how long it will take, because we're missing a lot of things, food, weapons, and, what we know about this building." William couldn't help but move to the side for a moment.

Because of their previous touch, Bill unintentionally moved the people in the room, and his mind unconsciously appeared to the walking dead who suddenly had life and stood up.

His body trembled slightly, and he took a few more steps to the side, as if this was the only way to get away from the nightmare room.

The others were even more so, and when they saw him move, they unconsciously moved away from the room.

"If I were the designer of this building, I would probably have a back door, but where would it be better to leave this back door?"

"That's definitely not going to be the top, each layer is operating independently." Church said.

"So, do you think the first floor will operate independently?"

"The first floor? It's supposed to be a spare engine storage floor, there, probably not..."

"With such a tall building, do you think that the first floor alone can solve the problem of energy storage? Even if the first floor can reach the energy storage problem independently, plus the humans on each floor..."William paused, "Even if the energy problem can be solved, then, where should the artificial intelligence that controls the entire building be the most?" ”

"The safest place." Bill's voice was hoarse.

"Yes, the easiest place to overlook, or the most misunderstood." William pointed to the top, "I think it should be the top layer, the top layer will not move, it will not be reminiscent, and besides, with the control of artificial intelligence, our chances of survival will increase." ”

"It's highly likely." O'Connor said.

"Wait, isn't there a system of movement for each layer and for other sources of energy?" Church asked.

"So, as I said, since they can do this, it means that they must have other ways to improve it, and that's what we're betting on." William turned to the staircase, "Also, we're not very far from the upper floors, so it should be more efficient and faster than each floor leading to the bottom. ”

"I agree." O'Connor stood behind William.

"You brought this thing down," Bill handed William the stun baton in his hand, "you're more familiar with its use." ”

"William-kun, we all have to rely on you." Church bowed to him ninety degrees.

Others noisily expressed their willingness to follow.

William took a deep breath and said loudly, "Guys! I don't have much hope, as long as we work together and we get out of this damn prison together! ”

"Good!"

William saw that morale was completely high, and he knew very well that he still had something to do.

He took a deep breath, and the voices around him lowered.

"We have one more thing to do." William looked at O'Connor. "Isn't this damn energy supply linked to that artificial intelligence?"

"This—" O'Connor wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, "I need... People together. ”

"I'll be with you." William resisted the fear in his heart, and he stepped forward, clutching the stun baton in his hand, and the sweat in his palms forced him to change positions.

"Why do we have to go again?" O'Connor asked, somewhat desperately.

"If we're going up, there are two things to know."

"Okay, don't talk about it, I don't want to know now." O'Connor reached out, and he slipped the only spectacle lens into his only pocket.

"That's smart," William had to say, "and not being able to see clearly reduces the fear in my heart." ”

"No, you can't feel that kind of imaginary fear." O'Connor made his way to the door.

"In this kind of thing that violates morality and ethics, we also have an obligation to understand the details and expose them." William joked, trying to ease his nerves.

"We have to get out alive to be exposed, and we have to have enough people to do it." O'Connor walked in.

"How?" William pressed against the wall.

"They're still the same." O'Connor's voice came out.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, took another deep breath, and exhaled slowly, and he turned and stood in the doorway.

Sure enough, the two almost skeleton figures were still standing in their original positions, motionless.

Only the huge wire behind them was still connected to them, and in addition to the skeletons on the ground, there was also a green liquid that had overflowed the feet of the two standing men.

William decided not to tell O'Connor that he would think too much about it.

"There's a puddle of water on the ground, be careful when you go... Don't wear it. William stopped O'Connor from trying to remove the lenses.

He pulled O'Connor and walked forward slowly, he forced himself not to look at the two people who were standing, he could feel the eyeballs in the dark eyes of those two people, even if they were standing, he always felt that there was something in those dark eyes that had been staring at him, like watching him and O'Connor every move.

He forced himself not to think about it that way, and he pulled O'Connor and carefully moved O'Connor behind the human, who was still in good condition.

"Grass! What's down here! O'Connor held the lens in one hand.

"Don't dwell on it, just observe." William's stun baton was pointed at the man standing, and O'Connor's hand gripped his hand tightly as if he would leave and abandon him at any moment.

The sweat of the palms of the two had fused together to form mucus, but neither of them was willing to let go.

O'Connor's attention was quickly drawn to the wire.

"Rest assured, this is just for energy delivery, and it has nothing to do with artificial intelligence."

"Then we're in a little bit of a situation." William sighed.

"You... Isn't it intended that every floor will be cut off from its energy supply? O'Connor took William's hand as he tucked the lenses back into his pocket.

"I do intend to do so." William tried not to look behind him, he pulled O'Connor and walked out quickly.