This group of people was so insane that they used an entire building to be buried with her!
Time was of the essence, so Xia Chuhe rushed to the elevator and headed to the sixth floor.
There was only one room on the sixth floor, and the things inside still belonged to the little people. Xia Chuhe stood in the room, like an elephant surrounded by ants.
The room was clearly divided into sections. One section was filled with certificates and trophies, another with small pieces of paper, seemingly coins in the shape of tiny figures, and yet another with books and all sorts of oddly shaped objects…
There were too many things to do, and Xia Chuhe didn't know where to begin.
If there were no fire downstairs, Xia Chuhe could still find his way over by feeling around, like searching for a needle in a haystack.
But at this point, there is absolutely no time to do so.
By the time she reached the core of the dungeon, she was completely roasted.
From the second to the sixth floor, each floor gets smaller than the last...
Xia Chuhe squatted on the ground, drew a triangle, and then drew horizontal lines to divide the triangle into layers.
Pyramid structure!
There are so many things in this world that can be expressed using pyramids—architecture, academic papers, ideas, social classes…
Xia Chuhe tried to fit everything he encountered on each floor into the pyramid.
The second floor contains food and clothing; the third floor contains protective equipment and cold weapons; the fourth floor contains sports equipment and board games; the fifth floor contains statues and portraits, seemingly promoting equality, respect for the elderly and care for the young, harmony and friendliness; and the sixth floor contains honors, money and artworks.
It looks familiar, what is it?
Xia Chuhe pounded his head, the smell of smoke growing stronger.
Xia Chuhe casually picked up a work uniform, soaked it in water, covered his mouth and nose, and continued to ponder the things inside the pyramid.
Have enough to eat and wear, and be safe...
Xia Chuhe had a vague answer in his heart.
The activities on the fourth level all share a common characteristic: they require the participation of multiple people.
Sports, chess, singing, and dancing are all important means of socializing!
The fifth level, identity and civilization, represents respect; the sixth level represents self-actualization!
The second to sixth floors surprisingly correspond to Maslow's hierarchy of needs!
Therefore, as the highest level of need—self-actualization—the sixth level must be very important, and the core of the dungeon is likely hidden here.
Honors, money, works...
Everyone has different standards and methods for self-realization, and there is no hierarchy among them.
Are money and power more noble than freedom and ideals?
Freedom and ideals are not necessarily purer than money and power.
There is no need to compare them.
Xia Chuhe couldn't tell the difference.
The core of the dungeon wasn't found by looting it one by one; there were other places she overlooked.
As the temperature rose, Xia Chuhe, though not afraid of the high temperatures, could not help but cough from the smoke.
Starting from the fifth floor, the two highest-level needs, respect and self-actualization, are only shown with items belonging to the little people. Why don't the adults have these?
Are we not worthy?
What exactly does this "copy" mean?
Adults create little people? Or... little people eat adults?
No, no, no, it has nothing to do with that. We need to start with the unique aspects and think about what is most unique.
Oh, right! The foosball table on the fourth floor!
This is the only item, which, although belonging to a small person, can be manipulated by adults. Or, from another perspective, it is an adult toy that requires the participation of a small person.
Xia Chuhe rushed into the elevator and pressed the button for the 4th floor.
Perhaps because Xia Chuhe had confiscated all the supplies, there was no fuel, so the flames spread rather slowly, and at this point they had just reached the fourth floor.
Despite having supernatural powers protecting him, Xia Chuhe's feet were still burned and blistered.
The smoke blinded Xia Chuhe, and she scrambled into the room where the figurines were kept. The foosball table was still in the center of the room.
Xia Chuhe pounced on the foosball machine, waiting for the copy to collapse.
Smoke filled the air, flames soared into the sky, but the instance remained unscathed.
Unconvinced, Xia Chuhe lifted the table football machine and searched it from the top to the bottom, but found no changes.
Xia Chuhe heard the sound of hair drying out and withering.
If we can't think of a solution, my hair is about to catch fire!
It must be a foosball table, so why isn't it working? What's wrong with it?
Xia Chuhe closed her eyes tightly, fumbling around on the foosball table. She knew something was wrong...
There are no villains!
A tabletop foosball machine without football players is an incomplete foosball machine!
But where can she get the voodoo doll now? The fifth floor? Is there enough time?
Xia Chuhe rushed towards the elevator entrance, and just as he was about to rush out of the room, a microphone bumped into him.
The little man's microphone was extremely small, as small as a tiny pebble.
Normally, Xia Chuhe wouldn't even notice a slight bump on her foot. But right now, the soles of her feet were burned more sensitively than the skin of the Princess and the Pea.
Xia Chuhe stopped in his tracks.
The microphone was placed next to a small, makeshift stage, which was covered by a curtain.
Xia Chuhe picked up the stage and used his fingers to pull back the curtain.
Behind the curtain, on the left and right, are two miniature bands.
Unlike the chocolate figures in the workshop, the little band is made of metal, with every joint exuding a cyberpunk vibe.
Ignoring the heat, Xia Chuhe hurriedly placed the little figure next to the pole. As soon as the figure approached the pole, Xia Chuhe felt a kind of attraction between them, much like iron and a magnet.
The two bands returned to their positions, and a vortex appeared on the foosball table.
Xia Chuhe reached her hand into the vortex, and then she vanished from the room. The foosball table also disappeared with her.
Meanwhile, the workers downstairs were still looking up at the office building, waiting for the building and Xia Chuhe inside to turn to ashes.
...
The burning sensation subsided, and a foosball table appeared on the farm.
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