When the last 0 was broadcast, a melodious "beep" was heard from the microphone. However, before they could enjoy a moment of joy, their feet suddenly felt empty.
A sense of loss came over me.
Jian Jing was quite agile and instinctively dodged to the side. Unfortunately, when she dialed the number, Kang Mucheng and screenwriter Xu were standing on either side of her.
Screenwriter Xu was thinking, and the moment he stepped on empty air, he subconsciously grabbed something next to him, which happened to be Jian Jing's arm.
She was pulled by this great force and naturally had no way to dodge, so she fell.
My heart was in my throat and I was so frightened that I couldn't speak.
Fortunately, the torture ended much faster than expected. My back hit something rough and my body sank and stopped falling. I smelled a strong strange smell at the tip of my nose.
"No rope net." Kang Mucheng climbed up, "Jingjing? Screenwriter Xu?"
"Ouch." Screenwriter Xu covered his chest and groaned loudly, "I'm so scared. My heart is hissing."
Jian Jing was not someone who had escaped from danger twice, so she recovered faster: "Boss Kang, I'm fine." Then she asked, "My phone is out of battery, can someone take a photo of it?"
Kang Mucheng took it out from his suit trouser pocket, but unfortunately, it had been an hour since they were trapped. The phone had been running for most of the day before that, and the lighting consumed a lot of power. The phone ran out of power and turned off automatically.
Screenwriter Xu's cell phone ran out of battery a few hours ago. No one knew where he put it, but it was not on him.
Complete darkness.
There was a faint humming sound floating in my ears.
In the long silence, screenwriter Xu whispered: "Did you... hear any sound?" He swallowed and said in a changed voice, "No, no, no... someone is crying?"
Jian Jing's movements suddenly froze: "Is there a ghost?!"
"Where did this ghost come from?" Kang Mucheng listened to the sound and identified the location. He slowly moved to Jian Jing's side and held her shoulders. "Don't move. Be careful not to fall. Let me see if there is a way out."
There was no light in the dark room to begin with, and today there was a power outage in the villa, so not a single light came in, which perfectly illustrates what it means to be unable to see one's hand in front of one's face.
Kang Mucheng didn't dare to move. He held on to the rope net with his hands and stretched his legs to reach the edge, fearing that he was hanging in the air and would fall if he was not careful.
The fact was not so. He moved half a meter, his toes were hanging in the air. He groped over and tried to figure out the situation. "It's not empty." He said as he slowly adjusted his center of gravity, leaned forward, and his palm touched the smooth wall. "There is a wall."
Jian Jing, a person who was deemed useless by the system, did not dare to move: "Isn't this a place like an elevator shaft? We are in mid-air?"
"Wait." Kang Mucheng took off his tie clip and threw it lightly.
After a few breaths, the sound of an object falling to the ground was heard from below.
"It should be about seven or eight meters." He estimated, "between the first and second floors of the villa."
The height of Yuhui Villa is about three meters, and there is a basement underneath. If you fall down, you will be crippled.
Jian Jing sucked in a breath of cold air and sat on the rope net without daring to move. Kang Mucheng was much weaker than her, and when he pushed to the side, she slid to that side and had to hold on to the rope knot tightly.
"Mr. Kang, come here." She couldn't help but say, "Don't fall down."
"It's okay." He was very calm. "I'll feel around a bit, maybe there's a way."
Jane was silent.
"Alas." Screenwriter Xu lay dead on the side, rubbing his temples, "Did you bring any food? I have low blood sugar."
The power went out at about 17:00, and now it's 21:00, and everyone is tired, thirsty, and hungry. Screenwriter Xu is especially so, because he was in a hurry to meet a client at noon, and he just ate a few bites of toast and came here. Now he is starving, dizzy, and can't even get up.
Jian Jing felt her pockets, but found nothing. She thought for a moment and took out three recovery candies: "I brought some candies, they are quite high in calories."
"Oh, timely rain." Screenwriter Xu fumbled to take it, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it into his mouth.
The sweet fruity taste filled the mouth and the sugar entered the body. For a moment, hunger and dizziness were greatly relieved.
He couldn't help but ask: "What brand of candy is this? It tastes good."
Jian Jing ate one herself, and felt the power of the system's product. She said, "It's not a gift from a reader. He said he made the candy himself. Let me try a pack."
"Writers are not good." Screenwriter Xu joked without further investigation.
Kang Mucheng ate the candy and recovered a little strength. He continued to think about how to get to this place: "There should be clues. It won't be too dark if there is no way out. I can't see anything."
Seeing that screenwriter Xu was old and clumsy, and Jian Jing was not a child, he consciously took on the responsibility of exploration and carefully felt the edge of the rope net to see if there was any exit.
Hard work pays off. After a long exploration, he finally found a crack in the wall. There was also a long crack at the 90-degree angle downward.
Looking more carefully, it seems that there are some wooden sliders on it, which are thick and tight, some places are loose, and some are very tight.
"A mechanism." He judged.
Jian Jing frowned. Kang Mucheng's weight was falling continuously. The location of the mechanism might not be good. "Is it under the rope net?"
"Well, it's quite low and difficult to reach." With Kang Mucheng's height, he couldn't even touch all the corners of the mechanism. It can be seen that the position is very low and it may fall at any time.
Jian Jing decided to study metaphysics again.
"System, draw a card." She said in her heart.
In addition to the common cards she had drawn before, she still had 10 special contribution points, so she could draw a special card once, which might solve her current predicament.
[Card drawing in progress]
[Extraction completed]
[Name: Shuka Night Vision Device (Component)]
[Description: One of the components in the black technology series, waterproof and fireproof, must be used with the main component. Only 10 minutes of free use per , which can be sustained by courage points, 1 point = 10 minutes.]
[Note: Darkness gives birth to the unknown, and the unknown makes people afraid. With it, you can face the darkness directly.]
Jian Jing: “…” I get it. Ordinary cards require hard work, while special cards require krypton. It turns out that all card drawing systems in the world are the same.
However, even 10 minutes is better than nothing.
She took out the night vision goggles, and a small silver-white wing appeared in her palm. She put it on the frame of the black technology glasses, and a cute little wing appeared on the ordinary platinum glasses frame.
At the same time, the night vision device operation interface appeared on the right eyeglass frame. The wings were not closed, so I pressed once to open them and then pressed again to close them. There was a line of small words above that showed a countdown.
She started it quickly and scanned the environment quickly.
Under the night vision goggles, the field of vision appeared to be a light green, and they could be seen sitting on a not-so-large rope net, with a gap of about half a meter between them and the surrounding walls.
There was a medium-sized wooden frame next to Kang Mucheng, which was two centimeters lower than the rope net. There were wooden strips of varying lengths in the wooden frame, with a gap in the middle.
Huarong Road.
It's really insidious. To reach such a position, one has to lunge forward, and one will fall down if not careful. But it's impossible not to do it.
She turned off the night vision goggles, thought for a moment, and said, "Boss Kang, I want to take a look. You come back first."
"You can't reach it." Kang Mucheng was still trying to push the wooden block.
"I want to see it." She insisted.
Kang Mucheng couldn't persuade her, so he adjusted the plan: "Writer Xu, please move to the back. Jingjing, come over slowly, I'll be next to you."
The three of them moved their positions like a snail, with the tallest screenwriter Xu holding down the other end, while Kang Mucheng moved aside to make room for Jian Jing to pass by.
"Hand me," he said.
Jian Jing waved her hand in the air and touched his palm, and quickly held it. The heat and strength from him were reassuring, and she cheered herself up a little, slowly climbed to the edge, crawled on the net, hooked her toes on the knot, and reached out to touch it.
After a moment, the answer was announced: "Not Huarong Road."
"Tsk." Screenwriter Xu asked, "How do we do this?"
"Let me try." Jian Jing turned on the night vision goggles, took note of the image, and then turned it off. She deduced a few steps in her mind, and started again after confirming that everything was correct.
However, this Huarong Road was half a person's height and in a tricky position. After trying it for a while, she felt her arms were sore and had to stop to rest.
"Jingjing, why don't you let me come?" Kang Mucheng didn't know that she had a cheat, and was really worried about her taking risks, so he wanted to pull her back to a safe area.
"I can do it." Jian Jing simply broke free from his hand and used both arms in turn. But after he said that, the picture in her mind became blurry, and she had to use the night vision goggles to look at it again: "Don't talk anymore."
Kang Mucheng: “…”
There were rustling sounds. Jian Jing was almost crawling in the air, with her fingertips stretched to the utmost, and finally she adjusted the wooden block of Huarong Road to the appropriate position.
The handle that was hidden inside is also exposed.
"I'm done. Here's a handle." When it was time to let go, Jian Jing didn't try to be brave. She crawled back into the rope net, panting, and said, "Boss Kang, thank you for your help."
Kang Mucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and approached to pry open the handle, but he couldn't even press it all the way down, and finally he could only step on it.
Fortunately, the mechanism was sensitive enough. After stepping on the bottom, the wooden frame moved, revealing an entrance to the passage.
The faint fluorescent light revealed the unfamiliar emergency exit sign.
With this little light, Kang Mucheng estimated the distance and conservatively estimated that he could barely reach it: "You and screenwriter Xu go to the back, I'll go down and take a look."
"Will it work?" With the help of the night vision goggles, Jian Jing could clearly see the distance between the rope net and the passage, and she expressed deep doubts.
"No problem." Kang Mucheng moved carefully and slowly lowered his legs. He stepped firmly on the front of his foot and then followed with the other foot, while holding the knot tightly with his hands to prevent himself from falling.
Three minutes later, he successfully entered the passage.
"Jingjing, come here first." He instructed, "Lie down on the net and hold me with your hands."
Jian Jing did as she was told clumsily, feeling as if she were a stranded fish. This feeling became even more pronounced after she was dragged into the passage by Kang Mucheng. She kicked her legs wildly, but could not exert any strength. If she was not careful, she would step into the mesh and her ankle would get stuck.
"Jump." Kang Mucheng growled.
Jian Jing gritted her teeth and leaped, but her burst was too slow and she failed to get in. Her body was directly hung in the air at the entrance of the passage. Her legs were hanging in the air, with no leverage at all.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
Fortunately, Kang Mucheng was much stronger than her, and he pulled her in.
"Huh—" Jane sat quietly in the low corridor and took a long breath, "I'm going to sign up for the gym tomorrow."
Perhaps it was not because her tone was too angry, but even in such a difficult situation, Kang Mucheng could not help but laugh softly.
"Mr. Kang?" She was dissatisfied.
"Come sit inside. I'll bring screenwriter Xu in." Kang Mucheng seemed to have done nothing else. He went out and directed screenwriter Xu, "Come over here first and step firmly."
Screenwriter Xu was sweating profusely and moved slowly at 0.5 times the speed. After a long time, his feet finally touched the ground.
Kang Mucheng asked Jian Jing to hold screenwriter Xu's legs, and he leaned forward, grabbed the belt around his waist, and dragged him into the passage.
By this point, they had been trapped for nearly five hours.