Hunger?

As I spoke, I suddenly heard a dull sound of metal from above, a sound somewhat similar to that of a heavy elevator, but far more disturbing than the elevator.

I looked up along the vertical passage in the middle of the room, and saw a large rectangular iron plate slowly falling from above, stopping at the 33rd floor overhead.

The pit in the ceiling was suddenly filled with iron plates.

"It's time to eat, get ready!" Lao Song's face flushed with excitement, threw the pillow on the ground, and knelt down.

I looked at him stunned, didn't move, and then looked at Lao Song kneeling on the pillow, his chin drooling all over, leaning his neck, staring at the iron plate above.

After about three minutes, the iron plate finally descended in front of us, more than two meters long and more than one meter wide, piled with all kinds of food, there are beautifully made cream cakes, lobster seafood, all kinds of barbecue, braised pork and steamed pork, and famous dishes from all over the world.

As well as a variety of desserts, drinks and even ice cream.

It's just that the food is passed from the first layer to the 34th floor where we are, and in the process, the whole plate of food has been spoiled by the people above, messy, and colorful.

Lao Song didn't pay attention to those at all, he knelt on his hands together, and stuffed food into his mouth desperately, because he had no teeth, Lao Song could only pick soft foods such as cream cakes and meat fillings to eat, but this still did not affect his enjoyment of deliciousness.

From the previous observations, it can be inferred that the eating time is only 3 minutes, and Lao Song is racing against time to eat, and he does not forget to greet me:

"Young man, what are you still doing? Come on! ”

"You eat, I have no appetite." I walked up to Lao Song and helped him pick out a bloody human eyeball from a bowl of soup and throw it on an empty plate on the side.

Lao Song looked at me gratefully: "Thank you, I'm about to drink this bowl of soup, let's ...... next time."

I resisted my nausea and asked him, "Where did the eyeballs come from?" ”

Lao Song was anxious and replied vaguely: "Whatever...... Cough! It must have been murdered upstairs, and here, it's normal for people in the same room to kill each other......"

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and the iron plate began to descend, landing on the 35th floor below, and I looked down to see two dirty, bare-chested men, pounced on the iron plate like wild dogs, grabbed the food and shoved it into their mouths.

At this point, I finally understood the torture method of the 500th layer of hell.

is the same as what Lao Song said, that is, hunger.

The food drops vertically from the first layer to the 500th floor, and only stays on each floor for three minutes, so the most fatal problem is that the food on the iron plate is not enough for everyone, and when it reaches the lower layer, there may only be some rotten bones left.

Further down, there are no bones to eat, and after a long time, those people can only wait for the end of starvation.

And starving to death is tantamount to violating the core rules of hell! Although no one will really die in the underworld, those who break this rule will be taken to a place more terrible than the underworld, and will be tortured a hundred, or even ten million times, higher than here.

In that case, it will undoubtedly be more painful and desperate than death.

Under the framework of such rules, no one wants to starve to death, but people's living environment is determined by the floor.

I am very lucky, the 34th floor I am on is on the upper part, and the food is not very exaggerated, at least half of it is intact, so those who are on the third or fourth hundredth floor, or even the fifth hundredth floor, are doomed to starve to death from the day they are born in the underworld......

And Lao Song's explanation confirmed my speculation even more, he wiped his mouth with his greasy sleeve, burped with satisfaction, threw the pillow back on the bed, lay down leisurely, and said with a full hiccups:

"Now you get the idea, right? In fact, the calculation of food is very reasonable, if everyone eats sparingly and only eats three points full to maintain vital signs, the contents on the iron plate are enough to eat all 500 layers. ”

"But, is it possible? Of course not! All people are greedy, stupid and selfish, this has nothing to do with life and death, on the contrary, after coming to the underworld, people's stupidity and selfishness will be infinitely magnified, and everyone thinks, as long as they don't starve to death, eat more, eat more...... Who cares if a stranger lives or dies? ”

"In this selfish environment, there is basically nothing left of the food that was originally enough, but after the hundredth floor. You can imagine the situation of the poor creatures who are on the 400th floor, the 500th floor. ”

Old Song laughed proudly: "When the iron plate descends in front of them, what is there besides empty plates and excrement...... Ha ha...... Hahaha! ”

I looked at Lao Song coldly, if in the real world, just because of his disgusting laughter, I would slap him to death, the setting of hell, no matter how you look at it, I don't think it's ridiculous in the slightest.

I feel sick to my stomach just because of the twisted humanity.

Now is not the time to turn against Lao Song, with my current strength, I may not be his opponent if I fight Lao Song with my bare hands.

Lao Song is half a head taller than me, his body is much wider than me, he is in his early forties at most, he is in the prime of life, his aura is completely lost, and I can't even squeeze my fists, I will be put down by Lao Song within two rounds.

Holding back the retching, I asked Lao Song: "The floor is fixed?" Won't change? ”

"Of course it will change." Lao Song patted his round belly, lay there and said with a smile: "Change every seven days, for example, this week we are on the 34th floor, and next week it may be three hundred and four, or even five hundred, although the change is random, but basically one high and one low, high this week, low next week, so young man, get ready, try to eat as much as possible, save more fat, next week we will be hungry." ”

As soon as I hear it, I change it every seven days? That's not long, if you don't eat for seven days, if you just drink water, people with good physique can completely carry it, right?

I expressed my doubts, but Lao Song replied coldly: "It's too simple, I'll tell you again, this is the underworld, the underworld!" If you judge this place by the cognition of the world, then you will definitely die a miserable death! ”

I smiled and put on a look of knowing my mistake, Lao Song's anger decreased slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know why, in the underworld, people are hungry very fast, and the demand for food is also very large, let alone seven days, even if you don't eat for three days, the big fat man of more than 300 catties will be starved into firewood sticks, let alone seven days?" ”

"This hell has existed for so long, I really haven't heard of anyone who can last seven days without food and not die."

Is that so? In the underworld, hunger comes faster, and not eating for seven days is equivalent to not eating for a month in the world.

So, in order to survive the seven days and not let yourself starve to death, the inmates in the same room killed each other, and even the tragedy of cannibalism, is not strange here, right?

Lao Song tapped his fingers on the thick metal wall: "You imagine the entire hell as a huge underground cube, and when the floor is changed, our room will move out, go down, or go up, and the other rooms will be the same, the whole cube will move, and finally it will return to a straight line, and all the rooms will return to the vertical body." ”

At this time, the iron plate containing the food had probably been lowered to the fiftieth floor, and I heard a resentful curse from below: "Pig upstairs, I wish you ......"

The people above laughed and cursed, and the cursing suddenly came and went in the vertical passage, which was simply unbearable, and it was mixed with miserable cries:

"No...... I don't believe it! There is no such thing as Hades! When people die, there's nothing, you're lying to me, it's a scam......"

"I don't want to die yet, I want to go back, look at my wife again, my daughter, woo......"

"Hades? I'm a good person, I've never done anything bad in my life, so why did you send me to hell? It's not fair! I want to avenge my grievances! ”

Lao Song listened sideways, and commented in a swishing voice: "People who have just come down are like this, first going through the period of doubt, the period of scientific explanation, the period of reminiscence, and then the final period of acceptance. ”

"You must understand that the underworld is the ultimate destination of every deceased, whether rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, who can escape the underworld? Except, of course, for a very small number of good people. ”

I went back to my bed and sat down: "Old Song, how did you die?" I mean, why did you jump off a building? ”

"I owe a debt, and I can't afford to pay it." Lao Song said with a relaxed face: "When I first came to the underworld, I also cried, I went crazy, I made trouble, I remembered that before I was born, my regretful intestines were blue, there were too many beautiful things, I haven't tried it yet, it's over...... I really wanted to be reborn again, but I accepted it later, and I looked down on it. ”

"This death of people, everything and everything in life has nothing to do with you, you just treat them as a dream, forget those empty things, how to survive in the underworld is the key."

I asked, "What is outside hell?" ”

Old Song's torso shook violently, and his face became extremely frightened: "I've been outside once, I know...... From that day on, I made up my mind to stay in hell forever and never go out again......"