As long as I keep sticking to this wall, I really can't believe I can't find the door!

You can't just build this door in the middle of a room out of thin air!

Lao Meng thought so at this time, but what he never expected was that the structure of this house was far from being as simple as he thought.

If you insist on saying it, just based on Lao Meng's experience, the real structure of this house, even if he thinks about it, he will definitely not be able to find out what is in it.

Just walked along the wall, and before he knew it, Lao Meng didn't know how long he had been traveling.

It's obviously just a room that lasts less than thirty square meters, and even if he climbs, a minute will be enough for him to walk around the room and go back and forth.

Judging from the current situation, he couldn't walk for more than five minutes at all.

On the way, they still didn't find anything that resembled an exit.

Of course, in fact, Lao Meng had also thought about it before, if the exit of this room was not a door, but was built in another form, where should he go!

After a long period of careful consideration, Lao Meng seemed to suddenly remember a tomb robbery secret room film he had watched before.

I have to say that it is indeed very appropriate to use the secret room to describe the place where I am at this time.

And in that tomb robbery movie, there was also a strange scene where the protagonist group was trapped in a secret room.

There were no doors on all sides of the secret room, and the only exit was a mechanism on the wall that could be flipped over.

It's just that the mechanism is extremely hidden, if it weren't for the protagonist sticking to the wall and pushing it hard every step he took, otherwise they would not have imagined that there would be such a form of exit until they died.

When Lao Meng thought of this, he suddenly felt that everything was clear.

The brain suddenly opened up, and the thinking became clear at this moment.

That's right!

The exit of this room is most likely hidden in the four walls, just like the one in the movie.

Although he didn't know why he was in such a place, Lao Meng's only thought at this time was obviously to get out of this room smoothly.

It's never too late to think about other things after you get out.

As the saying goes: when the time is right, the troops are ordered, and the time is in battle, there is no procrastination, just do what you say.

If you think of something, you will immediately implement it, and you will think of so many useless things.

Lao Meng knew this very well, so his expression changed, how could he still have the cowardly smell before, at this time, what was revealed in his bones was unwavering faith.

Stretched out his hand and touched the white stone wall in front of him, Lao Meng's eyes were cold, and then he suddenly exerted his strength.

A muffled snort echoed in the room, making Lao Meng even more convinced at this time that the area of this room was definitely no more than twenty square meters.

I looked at the wall in front of me for a while, but I found that the wall was still not moving, and even from beginning to end, there was no intention of moving.

Seeing this, Lao Meng felt a little lost in his heart, but he was not discouraged.

After all, there are many places where there may be secret passages in this room, and this one is not bad.

Besides, this is a job to see the will of heaven, if this secret path itself does not exist, then it will be regarded as Lao Meng's dream.

But if it does exist, it will take a lot of exploration to find out.

Whoever buys a lottery ticket for the first time may not be able to win the lottery!

Except for those who were exchanged for yang longevity!

Lao Meng sighed softly, and then began to be like the protagonist in the movie, without taking two steps, he was about to rivet his strength and push the wall in front of him.

Lao Meng's style of doing things is very serious and careful, he doesn't want to let go of every inch of the place where there may be a secret exit.

In this way, until Lao Meng used all his strength, in the end, he still couldn't see the imaginary dark passage.

What does this prove, obviously, it proves that Lao Meng is on the verge of collapse!

How is it possible, I have tried every place, why is it still a flipped passage!

How can this kind of thing be acceptable!

Lao Meng stood in place with a desperate expression, his feet were already a little swollen because of the long time he had been soaked in the water.

Lao Meng actually had the idea of wanting to commit suicide at this moment.

This is undoubtedly a terrible thought.

That's the ultimate idea that people come up with at the end when they are forced to a certain level.

It sounds so irresponsible, but what can he do?

Starve to death in this room?

Or will you end up waiting until you run out of oxygen and be suffocated here?

Huh!

That's right!

Since this room is small and there are no vents, why should I stay in it for so long?

It stands to reason that even if I am alone in this room breathing, such a small amount of oxygen should not be enough for me to last for such an hour for two hours, right?

But why, until now, I haven't felt any hypoxia sensation.

Could it be that I've adapted to the environment here?

This statement is obviously a bit too vague.

It is impossible for humans to adapt to life without breathing.

If you want to say that if you stay in a place for a long time, you will adapt to the ecological environment and survival mode there, then you can find a puddle at random, bury your face in it and hold your breath for a few days, then you will not directly become a little fishman?

The emergence of this kind of thought couldn't help but make Lao Meng smile bitterly in his heart.

But on second thought, since there is a ventilated place in this room, the exit should also exist.

After all, if there is no exit, then how did you get in?

It can't be out of nowhere!

As the saying goes: if you can get in, you must also be able to get out!

With such a belief, Lao Meng's heart at the moment seems to be no longer so pessimistic.

Rubbing his somewhat dry palms, Lao Meng raised his head and stared at the direction of the ceiling.

At this time, in Lao Meng's brain, another thought slowly emerged.

The overall width of this room is limited, but what about his height?

This idea also made Lao Meng stunned for a moment.

Naturally, he couldn't see the specific height of the ceiling, but his intuition faintly told him that there was definitely some secret existence in the ceiling of this room.

It could even be said that it may be the key step to finally be able to get out of this room.

But at this time, there was another problem in front of Lao Meng.

Let's assume that the exit to this room is actually set on the ceiling. So how do you find a way to reach him?

With his height, he has not jumped up to 1.75 meters, how can he reach the position of the roof?

Lao Meng raised his arms high and shook them wildly on the top of his head.

Then he locked his waist and jumped upwards hard, still not touching a single hair.

Ay!

After landing.

Lao Meng also sighed lightly.

It seems that the height of this ceiling is beyond my reach!

Scratching his somewhat fluffy hair, he casually put his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

Exercise!

He's losing his or her hair again!

There wasn't much hair in the first place, but if you lose a few more, you'll be almost Mediterranean!

I couldn't help but curse a few times in my heart.

Lao Meng threw the few hairs he had just accidentally pulled off to the ground.

And after these hairs hit the ground, they also floated slowly towards a place along the stagnant water on the ground.

And Lao Meng was in the dark at this time, his eyes were as if they didn't exist, and he obviously didn't notice this strange phenomenon after his hair fell to the ground.

If only there was something to stand up to!

Lao Meng muttered to himself softly.

The eyeballs kept rolling back and forth in the dark.

Foot-footing, foot-footing, foot-footing·····

Bed!

That's right!

Isn't there a bed in this room?

I didn't think of that before!

Exercise!

slapped his forehead suddenly, and Lao Meng was also very happy.

If you step on that bed, you might be able to reach the ceiling!

Meng left the wall and began to walk towards the center of the room.

After all, this room is so small, as long as you just turn around a little, you should be able to find the bed without accident.

But everything is often here in Lao Meng, and it seems that there will be some accidents!

Lao Meng has been groping for more than ten minutes in this room, but it is clear that a bed of such a size has disappeared out of thin air at this time.

No matter how Lao Meng moved, he couldn't find his specific location.

It's weird!

Why can't I find it?

Lao Meng forced himself to calm down, only to see him stop, stand in place, and begin to close his eyes and think about the clues of this matter.

Disappearing into thin air, from a truly scientific point of view, is indeed an unlikely event.

Although Lao Meng didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart, the facts in front of him were slapping him in the face.

When pigs fly!

Lao Meng opened his eyes, and his mind was already a mess at the moment.

Under what conditions can an object disappear into thin air?

This is the question that Lao Meng is trying to think about at this time.

But because this question sounds a little too ridiculous, even if Lao Meng tried his best to open his brain, he still found nothing in the end.

At this moment, Lao Meng seemed to hear a "whooshing" sound of running water.

This voice seemed so thunderous in the silent room at this moment, and it made Lao Meng's whole body stiffen instantly.

Water··· In the stream?

Lao Meng leaned down with some doubts, inserted his fingers into the water, held his breath and concentrated, concentrating on feeling the flow of the stagnant water.

After a while, Lao Meng suddenly felt as if something was wrapped around his fingers.

Lao Meng pulled his finger out of the water, wrapped it around his index finger, which seemed to be a woolen thread, and slowly wound it down.

Put it in the palm of your hand and rub it gently.

How does it feel?

Hair?

It is not difficult to judge from the touch of his fingers that the thing on Lao Meng's palm at this time is a hair.

Why do you have hair?

Where did this hair come from?

While thinking about it, Lao Meng also subconsciously scratched his head.

This scratch can be described as a flash of inspiration in my mind.

Searching for his own conjecture, Lao Meng put the hair in his hand between his fingers again and ran it through it from beginning to end with all his attention.

Then, I saw Lao Meng put his hand on the top of his head again, took a deep breath, and squeezed it hard.

With a slight stinging pain coming from the Tianling cover, one of Lao Meng's hairs, under the force of two fingers, broke away in response.

After comparing the length of the two hairs in his hand, Lao Meng suddenly realized!

Isn't this hair my own, isn't it the one I just accidentally snorted out?

Non-existent exports?

Ground filled with standing water?

The bed that disappeared?

The sound of the water flowing?

And floating hair?

All these clues seem to have converged at this moment.

And when things progressed to this point, Lao Meng finally realized why this single bed that existed in the room disappeared out of thin air!