Chapter 46 Sir Newton, Wake Up!
"……anyone there?"
Si Anke gently opened the door and shouted inside, "Can I come in?"
However, no response.
From the outside, it looks huge, but it is so simple that it is almost abstract. After the four dark moments opened the door, once the door was opened, it seemed so huge and real.
If I had to describe it...
It's like a country gentleman's house has been enlarged three or four times as a whole.
It looks like a giant's home.
Si Anke cautiously walked into the front porch.
The floor is a dark red wooden floor, and it creaks when you step on it.
The lighting in the room was very dim.
The light source is not a green fire, but a crystal chandelier made of light ants. The ceiling was dark and the room wasn't very bright - like a low-brightness "bedside lamp".
The corridor at the front door alone is more than ten meters long.
After slowly pacing and rubbing step by step to the end, he saw a living room.
It was a huge table two and a half meters high.
Si Anke even wondered if he had been shrunk.
He couldn't even see what was on the table. Because the light source is relatively shallow, even the shadows on the table are not cast.
And around the table are three chairs.
The shortest chair is also the largest. It looks like a slightly higher bed, and even the four dark quarters can climb on it.
The second-shortest chair is an unusually soft seat that looks like jelly. Before Si An Mo didn't touch it, it was already bouncing and wriggling slightly from side to side.
It seems that if you jump on it, it seems likely to fall to the ground...or to the ceiling.
It seems that he can only reach the table by jumping to the highest chair.
"Is it dance music this time?"
The four secretly sighed deeply.
He felt that he seemed to have to confess the first life of this dungeon here.
He climbed onto the hard, thick "bed".
The next point is quite far from him... It should be about three meters or so, and the height should be more than half a meter.
But considering that you can pick it up, it doesn't seem to be difficult?
So Si Anke took two steps from the hard bed and jumped into the air——
He was a little short of jumping into the second seat.
Instead, the calf hit the edge of the seat, and the whole person knelt on it.
Si An Mo didn't feel any pain in the knee...
But the second seat was so soft that it was like a spring—almost bent into an inverted U shape following the force of the four dark cuts.
Like a pitcher throwing a baseball.
Si An instantly felt a tremendous force coming from under him.
The soft seat under him suddenly rebounded into a prototype.
"—What the hell?!"
The four secretly exclaimed.
He didn't even have time to react - in an instant, he was shot flying at a completely unscientific speed.
Only a crisp sound was heard, a snap, and four dark moments were stuck to the ceiling.
The severe pain made his entire brain go blank. Only then did he realize that many sharp objects had been stabbed in his chest, and blood was dripping down.
——Above the chandelier made of light ant secretions, in the dark ceiling, there are many metal spikes like fangs hidden.
Si Anke was in a trance before his eyes.
He found himself at the door of the house again.
At the same time when the health value is full, the erosion degree is once again increased by one.
"Absolutely!"
Si Anke couldn't help but complain: "This is indeed something I didn't expect."
That's not the level of "elasticity" at all!
- Sir Newton, wake up!
Seeing this way of death full of slots, the players who were watching this scene suddenly laughed stupidly.
"—Chair: No sir, he did it first."
"—I never imagined that Brother Gongzi would smash his head into the chair today."
"—Chair: Aba Aba Aba."
"—Brother Kung Zi, next time, let's remember to jump out of the car!"
...
Seeing the joyful barrage of mocking him passing by, Si Anke felt incomparably calm in his heart.
He felt that he had become gradually Buddhist.
Just like when he used to play those platform jumping games.
The more you die, the more you get used to it.
Why don't players stream live?
Just to prevent that!
Because when everyone should be on the street, they will be on the street...
But as long as I don't start the live broadcast, you can't laugh at me!
"Don't panic, I have completely mastered the tricks of this dungeon."
Si Anqi muttered to himself in a deep voice and pushed open the door.
And the previous death is not completely worthless.
When he flew to the highest point, he seemed to see three bowls of soup on the table.
Three bowls...not a very good soup.
The biggest bowl is bone broth.
The second largest bowl is the chopped soup.
The smallest bowl is the broth.
The smallest bowl is similar to a normal person's big bowl - the middle bowl is already a basin, and the big bowl is directly at the level of a pot. And it is the kind of large pot used in restaurants, not a domestic wok.
"This is the real 'Medium Cup', 'Large Cup', and 'Extra Large Cup'!"
Si Anke couldn't help but complain.
Just in the biggest bowl...
He clearly saw the shape of the "skull".
This made him very uneasy.
...if he guessed right.
This level should be one of three choices - drink one of the bowls of soup to pass the level. Two of the bowls are supposed to be death traps.
"—I remembered, I've seen this fairy tale!
"—remember to drink a small bowl of soup and sleep on the smallest bed!"
Finally, Raiders spoke in the barrage.
This time, it was neither Annan nor Longjing Tea who spoke.
On the contrary, the two of them will not have the childhood experience of seeing fairy tales. In addition to the fairy tales of Alice in Wonderland and Candy House, Annan really has no impression of the three little bears.
However, on Annan's side, the spokesperson can be seen.
But Annan glanced at the backstage, and his expression became a little weird.
Unexpectedly...
This strategy brother is actually citalopram.
——Could it be that she told Jiu'er this fairy tale before?
Knowing that there was no one in the room this time, Si Anke was not so cautious when walking.
He hurried back to the living room and got into bed skillfully.
After running two steps, I jumped steadily on the second chair——
"it is good!"
He couldn't help shaking his voice.
The next moment, the second chair snapped up and pinned him to the ceiling.
Si Anke returned to the door of the house again.
"...Yes, I understand. This time I really understand. You can't stop in the middle, you have to jump."
Si Anke lifted his spirits and went back to bed again.
Take two steps and jump to the second chair. And without the slightest pause, he jumped again - relayed from the second chair, and easily jumped to the third chair.
It is also the tallest and smallest chair.
It looked like a potato was stuck on three bamboo poles.
The desktop can already be seen.
Even the smallest bowl is within reach.
"……call."
Si Anke finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He slowly sat on the chair, subconsciously reaching out and resting his elbows on the table.
However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp sound from the chair.
It cracked.
Si Anke subconsciously grabbed the table - then, the table, along with the dishes on it, and Si Anke fell behind him.
His eyes darkened again, and he returned to the door of the room.
"Absolutely, I'm a witcher? How can a two-meter-high chair fall to my death?"
The four secretly blurted out.
"So you have to get to the table at the end?
"According to this routine, do I have to run to the middle of the table when I get on the table... or else the table will fall over?
"I'm this "Death Comes: Geralt Special"?"
The pitfalls of this nightmare are too great.
Although it's not as dangerous as the "prom"... I didn't even have time to speak, and I was chased everywhere.
But this one is obviously not easy.
But anyway, every time you die, you get closer to "correct".
Although he didn't say it clearly, Si Anke always thought... It's pointless to skip class by luck like Jiu'er did.
Every time he dies, he grows.
So, to pay one's life... it's not a loss.
It's a player after all.