Chapter 715 Space
In the darkness, Bob counted silently.
Twenty-five thousand three hundred and sixty-one...
Twenty-five thousand three hundred and sixty-two...
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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.
Favorite color, red.
Favorite TV series, "The Wire"
Mother, Harley Fox.
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Seventy-eight thousand nine hundred and nineteen...
Seventy-eight thousand nine hundred and twenty...
Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.
High School, Hatton High School,
Favorite sport, basketball
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One hundred and thirty-four thousand, two hundred and thirty-five,
One hundred and thirty-four thousand, two hundred and thirty-six,
Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.
First girlfriend, Kelly, Kelly Winslet,
She was in the next class, and he had the courage to invite her to the school dance, and she actually agreed with a smile.
Hmm... He still remembered the smell of the back seat of the blue Toyota, as well as the sweat and awkward smile when he couldn't unbuckle the belt...
But it wasn't a bad night, was it? She is very gentle, if she hadn't moved, they might be able to be together...
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Three hundred and ninety thousand...how much is it?
Forget it, there's no point in counting anymore.
Bob thought so, slowly picked up a bottle of water, slowly brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.
This world is dark, dead, and quiet, and the only light comes from a red dot.
It is now his fourth and a half days in this world,
On almost the third day, he felt like he was about to collapse, but at least he managed to hold on.
As time went by, he began to gradually feel the existence of his limbs, touch, taste, smell... these sensations came back again, although they were still very weak.
Bob didn’t know that this was the dark space returning his five senses to him.
Or maybe he has weakened senses, and now he has picked them up again just because he is used to being in a dark and silent environment for a long time.
However, this is not good news.
Bob, who has regained his five senses, is able to access items from his backpack and is also aware of his environment.
This is an empty space with extremely low gravity and close to nothing.
The space is dim and lightless, capable of swallowing any internal light source (the light source created by Bob using his equipment skills), except for the red dot.
Right, red dot.
Where the red dot is located is a rectangular metal cabinet that is as tall as a person. It has a smooth surface and no buttons or bolts. It is extremely solid and cannot be opened by any means (even a blow with all of Bob's strength). Its purpose is unknown.
The cabinet stands on a flat ground. The ground is very soft, has the texture of cotton candy, and can heal itself.
If it weren't for the extremely low gravity here, the metal cabinet would have sunk into the ground.
In short,
The red dot is located in the middle of the front of the cabinet. Relying on the faint light emitted by the red dot, Bob, whose five senses are weakened, can drink water and eat.
He put some survival supplies, compressed food and pure water in the column of his backpack, but their quantity was limited, and he had to find a way out of this space before the food ran out.
Bob thought this way and drew a full stop on the paper with a pen - he began to record everything that happened here. Even though it was meaningless, he did it anyway.
If he could get out, there would be no need to give the paper to others and let them help analyze the cracking ideas.
If he can't get out, the paper will probably remain in this space forever.
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore,
It's okay to make some notes. If he doesn't write down something to vent, he will go crazy sooner or later.
Bob slowly stood up and turned to look in the opposite direction of the red dot.
There happened to be a mechanical device in his backpack that could keep time. He didn't need to calculate the time mentally. But if he wanted to check the time, he had to return to the red dot - there was no light at all in this damn place.
In fact, by consuming spiritual power and observing the recovery speed of spiritual power, you can also observe the current time.
However, the recovery efficiency of spiritual power will be affected by the player's physiological and psychological state, so it is not particularly accurate.
Anyway, let’s go.
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Three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.
Three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.
With the light emitted by the red dot, I could see my thin and pale face through the glass of the clock.
I have been moving forward on the ground in the dark space for twelve days,
My mode of transportation, a motorcycle, ran out of energy on the first day, and I had to walk for the rest of the day.
No end, no end,
I used skills to position myself, so I was very sure that I didn't take any detours or encounter a constant cycle of ghosts and walls.
This damn space is simply endless.
Way out...
Damn it, I have to find a way out, there's not much food left.
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Two months, one day, thirteen hours.
Just like falling from the sky, there is no end to the upward path just like going forward or backward.
Why?
Why does it have to be me?
Why do I have to stay in this damn space where I can't get out when others can draw safe and harmless notes?
This isn't fair.
Damn, damn, damn, damn!
Damn...
We can only dig downward.
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Three months, four days,
I just crawled out of the tunnel, and I'm pretty sure there's no way out.
I made strict food planning, but the supplies were still decreasing day by day.
The soft material that makes up the ground is inedible.
Eating it raw, steaming, grilling... no matter what cooking method is used, it will cause severe abdominal pain after eating it - it has no nutritional value and is completely unsatisfactory.
I tried growing crops on the ground, but the "soil" was completely unviable.
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Three months, twenty days.
All things that could be used as "food" were exhausted thirteen days ago,
I even drank the only micro life potion I had, and guess what happened?
It cured my malnutrition and made me even hungrier,
Every time I write a word now, I have to resist the urge to eat the paper.
By the way, who is that? Li, Li Risheng, right?
I had to thank him for sending me a stack of paper, but I didn't have enough ink.
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Four months, seventeen days.
I won't die.
This sounds incredible, right?
I haven't eaten anything for almost a month. I am so skinny that my hair has fallen out and my lips are chapped. I am tortured by hunger and pain all the time - I suspect that my internal organs have collapsed and bleed.
But I am still alive.
alive.
Grass.
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I found it! I found it! !
That metal cabinet! That metal cabinet will not be destroyed by any skill equipment, but it will be affected by my own body!
Understand?
I can scratch it with my fists, my teeth, and my own bones!
Inside, there must be something hidden inside, maybe it's a door! Open it and I can get out!
Wish me luck!
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During this time, I have been scratching the surface of the metal cabinet with my fallen teeth.
To be honest, I don't dare to look in the mirror now. God knows what I have become...I feel like my right hand has begun to peel off, like an onion.
The good news is that I have scratched a gap in the metal cabinet. If I blow air into it, I can hear a hollow sound.
It's hollow inside.
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My left hand is broken,
I tried to make a bandage out of material and tied my broken left hand in front of me.
But this makes no sense, my body has begun to rot, I can even put my fingers through the hole in my belly and feel the internal organs inside - the blood in my abdominal cavity has been drained a week ago,
It stinks, it really stinks.
The blood accumulated on my body, dried and solidified, like a layer of armor.
And on the ground.
If I could make up my mind earlier and use my own body to cultivate crops, maybe I could grow potatoes?
Can potatoes grow inside meat? I have no idea.
There are no flies here. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
On the one hand, I don’t have to worry about being covered in maggots;
On the one hand, flies and maggots at least provide me with some protein and some noise.
The metal cabinet is almost open, but not nearly ready.
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The teeth were completely exhausted and I decided to start using the bones inside my left hand,
When I woke up today, I didn't see the red dot;
I thought it went out,
As a result, my right eye was blind,
Fortunately.
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Just a little bit, I can already break the metal plate!
Great, great, great, great, I can go out now!
Hopefully returning to the outside world will heal my wounds,
I'm rotten to the core.
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The cabinet was opened by me.
Inside, there is a book.
I know that the content above can help me get out.
Maybe it's a mantra, like "open sesame," and I can get out of here after saying it.
But, I can't do it.
I was already blind, five days before I opened the cupboard door.
Hahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahaha
This is the funniest joke in the world.
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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.
Favorite color, red.
Favorite TV series, "The Wire"
Mother, Harley Fox.
Who will kill me?
Whoever it is, please come and kill me...
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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37 years old, birthday 83.9.8.
High School, Hatton High School,
Favorite sport, basketball
I've tried suicide, a hundred times? A thousand times?
I pulled out my heart, uncovered my forehead, and bombarded myself with the most powerful weapon.
No matter how many times, how many times, my broken body can stand up again.
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Kill me, please.
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