I sat in the middle of the three-way intersection, facing the way I came, and counted the time. If they go well (I guess it doesn't), it will take about an hour to get to the next fork and come back here. I'm doing nothing here and lighting a torch, it's burning life. Despite the constant fear of extreme fear, a voice in my head kept saying to me: Don't! And finally even howling in despair. I gritted my teeth and stepped on the torch.

Food and water will last us for about three days, and the fire, and if there is no other combustible, the two torches will last by the hour, and I will have to use it sparingly.

As the torches went out, the passage seemed to be silent all at once. It stands to reason that the environment hasn't changed in any way, but the fire has sounds, and I really didn't notice that in the past. Now that there is no whirring sound from the flames, the sound of my watch hands moving and my heart beating is the loudest sound I can hear. It's a wonderful thing.

But it's also a terrible thing. When darkness comes completely, and there is no sound but yourself, all kinds of demons in your heart will find an outlet and come to you. I knew I had to find something to do for myself, and I didn't want to find out that I had gone crazy when they found me. What can you do in the dark? I raised my wrist and looked at my watch, counting the time, and thinking it was a fun game. And because it's the only thing I can see.

The dial glows green, and the hands run like two mischievous children. I watched the second hand turn twice, and a thought suddenly occurred in my head, are we also spinning in circles? As soon as this idea came to me, I couldn't help but find a pen and paper to write down my thoughts and draw them. But at the moment, it was obviously impossible, so I desperately grasped the idea and drew a picture in my head.

Here's what I thought and the picture I had in my head. Since all the forks we know are zigzag-shaped three-way crossings, and I estimate that each section of the road between the forks is of equal length, then we walk along one side, that is, every time we meet a three-way crossing, we go from the left hand side or the right hand side, so will we return to the starting point? Apparently this is doable. I immediately began to draw this diagram in my head, and based on the angle of 120 degrees between every two passages at the three-way crossing, under the assumption that the passage is straight, I will return to the starting point after five turns.

After a moment of excitement about this sudden thought, I asked myself: How does this help us?

Yes, all current efforts have to point to a way out. I didn't think it would be of any use to us for a while, but I had a vague feeling that this was our way out, or at least it would help us. But how does it work?

I enlarged the picture in my mind, made it more complex, and made it a huge net. Suddenly a clear idea came to me, and I seemed to be about to grasp something. Just then, I heard a voice, very distant, very abstract. How could the voice be abstract, I couldn't believe it, and I scolded myself.

But that's what I thought at the time, because I couldn't imagine and interpret the sound. It seems to me that it is the sound of something falling from a high altitude, and it is very small and heavy, which is really contradictory, but this sound must have been produced by crossing the air very quickly. Or the sound of a bullet piercing through the air, or the sound of a crossbow firing a tiny arrow.

The sound is sharp, not harsh, and even somewhat pleasant. It's not close, but I hear it very clearly. The sound had a long tail note, like it was going to hit something, or even hit something that should be loud, and I waited with bated breath. I didn't know what this sound was going to hit, maybe it was me, but I wasn't nervous or scared at all.

I'm also a nervous person. But he was not fearless until he died. I think at that moment, my nerves were numb, and the fear nerves had been severed by what I had experienced in such a short period of time. It's a bit like Cao Mingzhe, he has a problem with his perceptual nerves, and I seem to have a problem with my fear nerves.

But things didn't turn out as I expected, and the voice disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. My mind was immediately drawn to this incident, and I thought in a chaotic manner, and in an instant I crushed the huge picture in my mind.

The voice appeared too strangely and suddenly, and so did it disappear. I'm thinking about the possibilities of it, or what or event is making this sound. I sat here without moving, and I remained still from the time the sound appeared until it ended, and I did not feel the wind from anything passing by, not even the slightest disturbance in the air.

The time from the appearance of this sound to the disappearance is very short, but there is no process of rising and decreasing the sound, so no matter how I think from that direction, I can't guess the origin of this sound. But I am not willing to attribute it to my auditory hallucinations, I don't have such clear auditory hallucinations.

This incident made my mind confused, unable to concentrate on the problem, and wondering whether the sound was an auditory hallucination. When I decided to put aside this problem for a while and think about the previous question, I found that I could no longer draw that huge picture in my head. It seems like my brain can't concentrate on one thing anymore. It takes a lot of attention to be able to present a large and complex picture in your head, and to be able to clearly identify the connections between the dots. And I, on the other hand, seem to have lost this ability in an instant.

I'm going to have to refocus my attention, I'm going to find the clues that make my head have some kind of thought, it seems to help us find a way out, that's all that matters, to hell with that damn voice. I thought silently, and drew in my mind the simple diagram from my initial thoughts.

How difficult it is to re-enter the world of powerful ideas, or to make the world of ideas powerful. I can only get in gradually, step by step.

I first drew an equilateral hexagon in my brain, with each corner being a tripart, along one of the separate passages as one side, and six more equilateral hexagons appeared on the outside. At this time, there are more forks in the periphery, and my brain cannot draw a more detailed map for the time being, but the seven known equilateral hexagons can be presented in front of me in detail. But that's not enough.

PS: Second update. It's time for the Dream Cup preliminary round to end today. I didn't have the courage to look at the votes. Now I can talk about my thoughts about the Dream Cup. The channel I chose for this book is the least concerned, and it is difficult for too many people to see it by pagination and strong push, and the homepage recommendation is a distant thing, and the dream cup has become the hope that this book will be seen by more people. I like this story very much, and I think my friends who are reading it also like this story. But there are still too few people who know about this book, and I am trying to promote it, hoping that everyone will help recommend it so that more people can join us. Thank you.