0527 Chapter Eleven: The Chaotic World (Section 30)
"Look, it's clear at a glance, we are on the third floor."
Pointing to the sealed ceiling above her head, Zhen Cheng said proudly.
The metal handrails, cement steps, and most of the white wall paint have peeled off. The layout of the stairwell is just like the small buildings of the 20th century on earth, as plain and simple as possible.
Hope, Thetis and the short-haired woman, together with six others, followed the three gods Zhen and Cheng as they filed out.
It was Justice who took the lead. After going down each step, you can see a "safe passage" door sealed by special reinforced concrete.
Looking at it from the god's five-dimensional perspective, there are still silk seals of law on it.
"These are the things that stopped me from destroying the wall." Ai Luogensi suggested that Zhen Cheng pay attention.
Zhen Cheng had already understood: "They were also the ones who prevented the masked man from grafting the space between the stairwell and the corridor into each other."
After going back and forth a few times, she stopped: "Chengcheng, something is wrong here."
"Are you saying that the research institute, which is supposed to have only three floors, now sees stairs going down for the fourth time?" Zhen Cheng said with a smile.
Justice didn't want to speak, so she gave her a look that said something straight.
Zhen Cheng didn't explain much: "Continue going down. If you guessed correctly, the exit is on the next floor."
After hearing this, the senior also understood. This was an illusion caused by the grafting of the spaces in the stairwells on both sides of the corridor.
However, the spatial grafting cannot be completely arbitrary, especially in an environment such as a stairwell where there is no way to block the field of view. Otherwise, it will form a spatial paradox that can be seen through at a glance and is visible to the naked eye.
In that case, it is not the space grafting ability, but the paradox that can achieve it and maintain a stable state.
The attacks experienced by several people before seemed to come out of nowhere. All dangers came from angles beyond the sight, behind doors or in closed drawers, wardrobes and other spaces. In fact, cause and effect were reversed.
In fact, it is [their] ability that can only successfully graft and distort space while avoiding the sight of observers. This leads to the surprise of all attacks.
Therefore, if you want to graft the downward staircase to another location, you must have an upward connecting staircase to achieve it.
Under such conditions, if you want to spatially graft the six-story stairwells on both sides, the only variable is the middle floor.
As expected, on the last floor, they found the exit to the outside world.
Ordinary glass door, the glass on the door is even broken.
Looking around, it is a scene of civilization desolate and decaying in the dusk.
Dusk is dusk in the literal sense. The edge of the setting sun dances up and down on the horizon, refusing to sink for life and death.
Compared with the way Zhen Cheng remembered his hometown, the sun looked smaller at any moment. The cold wind blew across the earth, sweeping up a large piece of fallen leaves, revealing the cracked asphalt road below.
The outdoor temperature is below ten degrees, which is in sharp contrast to the room in the corridor where there is no wind when the windows are opened. A gust of cold wind pours into the entrance hall, which can take away one or two degrees of body temperature.
Zhen Cheng shuddered and said, "December Green."
"What?" Sister A didn't understand, but the next second, a hint of warmth suddenly appeared in the cold wind, making her whole body feel comfortable.
"The word spirit is composed of an anagram," Zhen Cheng explained: "The character Qing consists of the three characters 'ε', 'δΊ' and 'ζ'. Twelve months represent the four seasons of the year, and green is often used to represent spring.
So 'December Green' means 'the four seasons are like spring'."
"There are more strange tricks." Sister A said with a smile. After the interludes, couplets, limericks, poems and poems, now even word puzzles have finally been included in the category of disasters caused by the spirit of speech.
"Let's go out...we are home again." Zhen Cheng said, taking the lead out of the broken door of Alpha Laboratory.
At this moment, due to the intervention of observers, the decades-long isolation of this place from the earth was broken.
The entire Alpha Laboratory is no longer an independent space outside the world, but has been observed and established on the long-lost land of Tasmania.
Others were filled with awe. The three local candidates almost wanted to bow their heads to this ability to speak freely.
"We...received the prompt to clear the game." The short-haired woman hesitated and told the information that only they could receive:
"Because you use hidden methods to pass the level, there are additional points as rewards."
This was not beyond Zhen Cheng's expectation. As she continued walking further away, she asked casually: "Do you have any information about the artifact?"
After walking a hundred meters away, Zhen Cheng turned around and looked at the three-story laboratory building.
The first thing that caught his eye was a body that was flattened in front of the building.
This poor assassin was thrown out of the window by Sister A for experiments. Until Zhen Cheng and his team collapsed the building in an uncertain state by breaking away from the system for observation, he had been falling continuously for several minutes in an environment without friction and resistance.
With the acceleration of gravity, we can completely understand the cause of the current pile of meat.
"Yes," the short-haired woman responded, "We have five minutes until we are forcibly teleported for clearing the game. Before that, we need to find the world manager responsible for this game venue.
[The God of Rescue] is always in its hands."
"Then let's fight quickly." Zhen Cheng's eyes quickly swept through the windows on the second floor, but in the end he couldn't find the expected movement.
But this was not a problem. She felt it in her heart and started to chant in a joking tone:
"Crossing the sun, moon, mulberry fields and sea,
Take charge of the grass and trees soldiers of the universe.
The evil intentions are hidden in the heart,
A wisp of breeze reveals the true face."
Time flows at different speeds in the universe. Zhen Cheng left for a few days, and his home world has changed. But these are nothing compared to the plans of some guys that span hundreds of thousands of years.
Qiankun refers to heaven and earth, and extends to space. If you can control space, you can form an army out of grass and trees, and attack people unprepared. It can be described as a mysterious method.
Arrangements that spanned the long river of time and controlled the means to distort space. It was really ridiculous to go to such great lengths just to plot against her, a junior one hundred thousand years in the future.
The sun and the moon are against the universe, and the vicissitudes of the sea are against the grass and trees. The strict opposition creates the foundation of Yan Ling and the rhetorical foundation for exerting power.
Then the conversation changed, and this deliberate plan was broken by her. The still air in the closed space disappeared, Alpha Sanctuary returned to the world, and the breeze from the outside world poured in again.
Arrogance and ambition arose spontaneously, followed by a strong wind that caused a sudden change in a room on the second floor.
A black shadow rushed out of the door, but passed directly through the door and appeared in a room on the third floor.
It was said to be a certain room, but in fact, if you carefully look at the top of the bookshelf exposed in the window, you can identify it as the living room where they found the researcher who was still alive.