After I completely integrated into the wall, I felt top-heavy again, my vision went dark, my body rose rapidly, my consciousness became blurred, and my vision became dark.
I surmise that this is what it feels like to make a successful cut, exactly like the feeling you get when you first enter the back room.
But then I lost consciousness.
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"Huh?" I didn't know how long I had been unconscious, but I felt a chill in my body and it was still wet. Although it is very cold here, it makes people feel sleepy.
"Maybe I'm too nervous and too sleepy. I spent at least five hours just reading those pieces of paper at that place. It's already three o'clock in the morning." I never stay up late. The last time I went to bed was Half past eleven in the evening. There is nothing to tell the time here, and there is no sun at all. Sleepiness has become the only thing that controls time.
So I took some hot water from my bag and drank a few sips, but it didn't help.
At this time, I saw a corner about dozens of meters away, which was relatively hidden. "No, I can't sleep. Huh...huh, it's too dangerous here. Find a corner... and pretend to rest for a while. (Thumping)" But under the influence of tension, fatigue, sleepiness, environment, and hunger, I could only After crawling for more than ten meters in a blur, he fell asleep.
About eight or nine hours later, when I woke up naturally, I stood up and found that I seemed to be in the hall of a warehouse that could not be seen to the end. The floor and walls were made of concrete. The dim lights, exposed steel bars, and mist suspended lower down are a bit chilly. Some fog may condense due to air temperature, forming unevenly distributed puddles on the ground.
"New level? It seems that I succeeded in cutting out!" I thought with some luck and some joy in my heart, because there are no missing arms or legs.
After thinking about it, I took out some hot water from my bag to warm myself up, but I finished the pot of hot water.
After putting the kettle away, I immediately looked around to see if there was any danger. I found that at the end of the hall about 50 meters away from me, a silver square, shimmering object caught my attention.
"Is that a small box?" I stepped forward to check, a little tiptoeing, because I suspected that there was something solid on this floor.
As I got closer, I discovered that the box was unlocked and had some mold and damage on the outside.
"Isn't something jumping out of this box..." I was a little worried, but when I thought about how little food and water I had left, I thought: "No matter what, what if there is something useful in it? Or As the old saying goes, treat a dead horse as a living horse and treat it as a doctor, just shoot it!”
When I opened the box, I was greeted by a strong smell of bread.
"Woc, bread!" I exclaimed in my heart, because in my current state, it is not easy to find something to sustain my life.
After my inventory, this small box, which was only twenty centimeters long and wide, contained four pieces of dry bread, a cotton vest, one-cent coins, and a damaged but unopened silver bottle, which seemed to be filled with liquid.
It's getting colder and colder here. If this were the front room, it would be the temperature of the imperial capital and the humidity of Shanghai, stinging and freezing. So I quickly put on the vest inside my cotton coat. With the exception of my waistcoat, I kept everything securely in my bag.
"Let's see if there are any more boxes. There must be more than one box here. If I can always find it, I will have hope of living." I thought.
This hall is more than three hundred meters long, and there are many winding corridors in the distance. I walked to the end, chose a passage, and explored directly in this direction.
As I walked, I discovered that this level is composed of several halls. In the larger hall, there are some furniture scattered here and there, and the power supply is continuous, and some refrigerators are even humming. operation.
Moreover, the passage I am walking through now seems to be connected to the hall. Although it is a bit difficult to walk, I notice that the diameter of these passages is getting larger and larger.
After walking for about thirty minutes, I found a hall, took a short rest, and sorted out the materials harvested in the box in the previous 40 minutes: 19 pieces of bread, 10 candles, and 8 unopened silver bottles. , 1 one-cent coin and a fruit knife.
"By the way, what kind of water is in this silver bottle? I really want to know." Curiosity drove me. However, under my observation, the word "almondwater" was vaguely written on the bottom of this silver bottle.
"Almond water? What a strange name. Could it be that almond water is actually almond milk?" My English is actually pretty good. I am the English class representative in our class.
I opened it, and a strong almond smell hit my face, but it was still a little different from almond milk.
Seeing this, I couldn't wait to take a sip: it was a little sweet, mixed with some vanilla flavor.
"It seems that almond water is not so magical. It is equivalent to electrolyte water. Come on, keep walking."
When I thought about it and was about to leave, a group of men with weapons appeared on the other side of the hall.
"Is it a person? Or an entity?"
