When the last 0 was broadcast, a melodious "beep" sounded from the microphone. However, before they could enjoy a moment of joy, their feet suddenly felt empty.
A feeling of weightlessness came over them.
Jian Jing was quite agile and instinctively dodged to the side. But unfortunately, when she dialed the number, Kang Mucheng and screenwriter Xu were standing on both sides of her.
Screenwriter Xu was heavy, and the moment he stepped on empty air, he subconsciously grabbed something beside him, which was Jian Jing's arm.
She was pulled by such a strong force that she naturally couldn't avoid it and fell.
Her heart jumped to her throat, and she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.
Fortunately, the torture ended much faster than expected. Her back hit a rough object, her body sank, and she stopped falling. A strong strange smell came to her nose.
"It's a rope net." Kang Mucheng climbed up, "Jingjing? Writer Xu?"
"Ouch." Writer Xu covered his chest and groaned loudly, "I'm so scared, my heart is broken, hiss."
Jian Jing was a person who had escaped from danger twice, so she recovered faster: "Boss Kang, I'm fine." Then he asked, "My phone is out of battery, who can take a look?"
Kang Mucheng took it out from his suit pants pocket, but unfortunately, it had been four hours since they were trapped, and the phone had been running for most of the day before that. The lighting consumed a lot of power, and the phone ran out of power and turned off automatically.
Writer Xu's phone ran out of power a few hours ago. I don't know where I put it, but it's not on me anyway.
Completely dark environment.
A faint howling sound floated in my ears.
In the long silence, screenwriter Xu spoke softly: "Did you hear any sound?" He swallowed and said in a distorted voice, "Is it... someone crying?"
Jian Jing's movements froze: "Is there a ghost?!"
"Where is the ghost?" Kang Mucheng listened to the sound and slowly moved to Jian Jing's side, holding her shoulders, "Don't move, be careful not to fall, I'll see if there is a way."
The dark room was originally dark, and today the villa had a power outage, and no light shone in, perfectly explaining what it means to be pitch dark.
Kang Mucheng didn't dare to move, holding the rope net with his hands, stretching his legs to reach the edge, fearing that the surroundings were suspended in the air and he would fall if he was not careful.
This was indeed the case. He moved half a meter, and his toes were suspended in the air. He groped over and tried to figure out the situation. "It's empty." He said as he slowly adjusted his center of gravity. His upper body leaned forward, and his palm touched the smooth wall. "There is a wall."
Jian Jing, who was considered a loser by the system, did not dare to move. "Is this a place like an elevator shaft? Are we in mid-air?"
"Wait." Kang Mucheng took off his tie clip and threw it lightly.
After a few breaths, there was a sound of something falling to the ground from below.
"It should be seven or eight meters." He estimated, "between the first and second floors of the villa."
The height of Yuhui Villa was about three meters, and there was a basement underneath. If he fell down, he would be crippled if not dead.
Jian Jing took a breath of cold air and sat on the rope net without daring to move. Kang Mucheng was much heavier than she was. With that push to the side, she slid down there and had to hold on to the knot tightly.
"Mr. Kang, come over here." She couldn't help but say, "Don't fall down."
"It's okay." He was very calm. "I'll feel around and maybe there's a way."
Jian Jing was silent.
"Alas." Writer Xu lay on his side, rubbing his temples. "Did you bring any food? I have hypoglycemia."
The power went out at about 17:00. It was now 21:00. Everyone was tired, thirsty and hungry. Writer Xu was especially so. He was in a hurry to meet a client at noon and came here with just two bites of toast. Now he was hungry, dizzy and couldn't even get up.
Jian Jing felt his pockets, but there was nothing. She thought for a moment and took out three recovery candies: "I brought a few candies, they are high in calories."
"Oh, timely rain." Writer Xu fumbled to take it, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth.
The sweet fruity taste spread in his mouth, and the sugar entered his body. For a moment, hunger and dizziness were greatly relieved.
He couldn't help asking: "What brand of candy is this? It tastes good."
Jian Jing also ate one herself, feeling the power of the system's products, and said: "It was given by a reader. He said he made the candy himself and gave me a pack to try."
"Writers are good." Writer Xu joked, without further investigation.
Kang Mucheng took some candy and recovered a little. He continued to think about how to leave this place: "There should be clues. It's not a dead end. It's just too dark and I can't see anything."
He saw that screenwriter Xu was old and clumsy, and Jian Jing was a girl. He took it upon himself to explore and carefully felt the edge of the rope net to see if there was an exit.
Hard work pays off. After a long exploration, he finally touched a crack in the wall. There was also a long crack at the 90-degree angle downward.
After careful identification, it seemed that there were some wooden sliders on it, which were heavy and compact. Some places were loose, while others were stuck tightly.
"It's a mechanism." He judged.
Jian Jing frowned. Kang Mucheng's weight was falling down. The location of the device might not be good: "Is it under the rope net?"
"Well, it's quite low and hard to get." With Kang Mucheng's height, he couldn't even touch the corners of the device. It was very low and could fall at any time.
Jian Jing decided to do some metaphysics again.
"System, draw a card." She said in her heart.
In addition to the ordinary card she had drawn before, she also had 10 points of special contribution points. She could draw a special card once, which might solve the current dilemma.
[Drawing cards]
[Drawing completed]
[Name: Special card·Night vision device (component)]
[Description: One of the black technology series components, waterproof and fireproof, must be used with the main component. Only 10 minutes of free use time per day, 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.] Jian
Jing: "..." I understand. Ordinary cards require hard work, and special cards require krypton. The card drawing system in the world is really the same.
However, even 10 minutes is better than nothing.
She took out the night vision device, and a small silver-white wing fell into her palm. She put it on the frame of the black technology glasses, and a cute little wing appeared on the ordinary platinum frame.
At the same time, the operating interface of the night vision device appeared on the right frame of the glasses. The wings are switches, press them once to turn them on, and press them again to turn them off. There is a line of small words on the top showing the countdown.
She quickly started and scanned the environment quickly.
Under the night vision device, the field of vision showed a light green, and they could see that they were sitting on a not very large rope net, with a gap of about half a meter between them and the surrounding walls.
There was a wooden frame of medium size at Kang Mucheng's hand, and the top was two centimeters lower than the rope net. There were large and small wooden strips of different lengths in the wooden frame, and there was an empty space in it.
Huarong Road.
It's really insidious. Such a position forces people to throw themselves forward to reach it. If you are not careful, you will fall down, but it is impossible not to do it.
She turned off the night vision device, thought for a moment, and said, "Mr. Kang, I want to take a look, you come back first."
"You can't reach it." Kang Mucheng was still trying to push the block.
"I want to take a look." 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 snails, with the heaviest writer Xu holding down the other end, and Kang Mucheng moving to the side to make room for Jian Jing to pass.
"Give me your hand." He said.
Jian Jing waved her hands in the air, touched his palm, and quickly held it tightly. The heat and gravity from the other side were reassuring. She cheered up a little, slowly crawled to the edge, crawled on the net, hooked the knot with her toes, and reached out to touch it.
After a moment, the answer was announced: "It's Huarong Road."
"Tsk." Scriptwriter Xu asked, "How do we do this?" "Let
me try." Jian Jing turned on the night vision device, took shorthand images, and then turned it off, deduced a few steps in her mind, and turned it on after confirming that it was correct.
However, this Huarong Road is half a person's height and the position is tricky. After trying for a while, she felt her arms sore and had to stop to rest.
"Jingjing, let me do it." Kang Mucheng didn't know that she had a cheat, and he was really worried about her getting into danger, 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 the picture in her mind became blurred after he said that, and she had to turn on the night vision device again: "Don't talk."
Kang Mucheng: "..."
With a rustling sound, Jian Jing almost crawled in the air, her fingertips stretched to the tightest, and finally adjusted the wooden block of Huarong Road to the right position.
The handle hidden inside was also exposed.
"I'm done, there is a handle here." When it was time to let go, Jian Jing would not show off. She panted and crawled back to the rope net and lay down, "Mr. Kang, thank you for your help."
Kang Mucheng was relieved and moved closer to pry the handle. But he couldn't even press it all the way down, so he could only step on it.
Fortunately, the mechanism was still sensitive. After stepping on the bottom, the wooden frame moved, revealing an entrance to the passage.
The faint fluorescent light shone down, revealing the familiar sign of the emergency exit.
With this little light, Kang Mucheng estimated the distance and conservatively estimated that he could barely step on it: "You and screenwriter Xu go to the back, I'll go down and take a look."
"Is it okay?" With the help of the night vision device, Jian Jing could see the distance between the rope net and the passage, and was deeply skeptical.
"No problem." Kang Mucheng moved carefully and slowly put down his legs. The front foot stepped firmly, and the other foot followed, while his hand held the rope knot tightly to prevent falling.
Three minutes later, he entered the passage smoothly.
"Jingjing, come here first." He commanded, "Lie on the net and give me your hands."
Jian Jing did as she was told clumsily, feeling like a stranded fish. This feeling became more obvious after she was dragged into the passage by Kang Mucheng. She kicked her legs randomly but had no strength. If she stepped into the mesh of the net accidentally, her ankle would get stuck.
"Jump." Kang Mucheng shouted in a low voice.
Jian Jing gritted her teeth and jumped up, but her jump was too low and she couldn't 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.
Her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Fortunately, Kang Mucheng was much stronger than her, and he pulled her in.
"Huh..." Jian Jing sat in the low passage and took a long breath, "I'll go to the gym tomorrow."
Perhaps her tone was too resentful, even in such a difficult environment, Kang Mucheng couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Mr. Kang?" She was dissatisfied.
"You sit inside, I'll pull screenwriter Xu in." Kang Mucheng seemed to have done nothing, and went out to direct screenwriter Xu, "Come over with your legs first, step firmly." Screenwriter Xu
was sweating profusely, moving slowly at 0.5 times the speed, and after a long time, his feet finally touched the ground.
Kang Mucheng asked Jian Jing to hold screenwriter Xu's legs, and he leaned out, grabbed the belt around his waist, and dragged him into the passage.
So far, they have been trapped for nearly five hours.