End of ten days

"What does "survive" mean...? And what does a "gas mask" do?"

After hearing this, the rabbit man pointed to the huge machine with a countdown: "In ten minutes, the machine behind us will continuously emit high-concentration chlorine gas, causing the nine of you to die here."

Although I didn't understand what the rabbit man said, those uncles and aunts seemed to be very scared.

"You fart!" the uncle continued to shout, "If chlorine gas can really be sprayed out, the three of you will also die. Do you think we are stupid?"

"If you don't believe it, I encourage you to try it." The Rabbit Man nodded, "This will save us some trouble. Oh, for the sake of the process, let me mention it by the way... There are rewards in this game. Survive The more people there are, the less rewards there are.”

I really don’t understand. What is a “game”? What is the "reward"?

Isn't this a prison? Why is it okay to play games in prison?

I suddenly thought of Sima Guang.

At this time, the only young sister spoke: "But chlorine gas is denser than air. If the machine sprays out chlorine gas, the gas will continue to fall into the well, and we will not die."

"So I say, if you don't believe it, you can try it."

The rabbit man had no intention of persuading us, he just wanted us to try.

Because I was so scared, I couldn't remember how I got down from the ceiling. I just remember that all the adults were arguing and finally decided to let me go down into the well.

I came to the hole and took a look. This round hole really looked like a "well" with no place to hold on to.

If you want to go down, you may need to support the well wall with your hands and feet, and then move down bit by bit, but how to come up?

Ever since we broke free from the rope, the three masked men stood there motionless, and I didn't know what they were going to do.

The uncles and aunts finally decided to tie all the rubber bands that had been used to bind us together into a long rope.

They said they would first let me support the edge of the well with my hands and feet and slowly go down to the bottom. After I got the key, they would then throw the rope down and pull me up.

I thought there was no problem, and I was about to agree to the uncles and aunties, but the young sister from before was the first to come out and stop them.

"I don't think it's possible." The young sister said, "This method is not good."

She blocked me behind her, and I couldn't see the expressions of those uncles and aunts.

Although this sister is not tall, she smells very good. She is thin, has a round face, short hair that reaches her shoulders, and her back looks very warm.

"Why not, little girl?" an uncle asked, "What a great plan we have. We don't have time now. Please let the child go down quickly."

"Yeah, don't waste your time."

"It's okay to ask him to go down, but the rope needs to be tied around his waist in advance." The young sister argued, "otherwise I won't agree."

"What does it matter if you agree or not?!" An uncle looked a little angry, "How can so many of us be afraid of you?"

"No, it just won't work."

"Oh, why?" an aunt asked, "Is it possible that we can stop pulling him?"

"Yes, I feel that something is not right with you." The sister said, "You are considering how to give up this child. I even doubt that you will finally decide to just pull up the key."

I poked my head out from my sister's waist and looked at the aunts and uncles, only to find that they were all rolling their eyes, as if they were planning something.

They feel a lot like my head teacher. They always look at me with weird eyes.

I felt a little scared, so I reached out and held the hand of the sister in front of me. At this time, I found that she was also shaking slightly.

Is your sister scared too?

I actually smelled a very worrying smell from her. When this smell penetrated my nose, two words came to my mind - "uneasy".

"Okay...hey..." the leading uncle said, "the little girl now is really amazing, she thinks so bad of people as soon as they meet...Come on, let's tie up that child."

This uncle smells terrible.

Seeing that everyone agreed to her request, my sister took the rope they had tied and wrapped it around my waist. While she tied the rope tightly for me, she whispered to me: "Little brother, you You must remember that if you want to survive, you must not untie the rope. If the rope accidentally falls off, you must find a way to hold on to it. "

I heard her speak and nodded slowly.

When she said these words, a very warm smell would waft from her body. I felt really strange. My nose had never worked so well before.

When this smell was breathed into my nose, two words came to my mind - "sincerity".

It's really strange...when did I become able to distinguish so many smells?

It turns out that in addition to fragrance and stink, does smell also include "uneasiness" and "sincerity"?

After she helped me tie the rope tightly, I followed everyone's instructions and went down the well. Fortunately, I usually help my parents with housework at home, so I was pretty nimble and didn't make them angry.

The situation in the well was the same as what the rabbit man said, but it seemed different.

After descending for a short distance, I first saw several small holes, which formed a circle along the wall of the well. After descending for a while, I saw a hollow in the middle of the well. There were several small holes in the hole. Masks, but not enough for so many of us.

So I played another song to the bottom. This was much more difficult than I thought, and my hands were all scratched.

This is harder than cleaning up the dishes that Abba broke.

"Little brother!" My sister looked down at the well, "Is this well sealed?"

Her voice echoed constantly in the well, which was very nice.

After listening to my sister's words, I scanned the Western Zhou Dynasty and found that there was only a very small hole at the bottom, not much bigger than a one-yuan coin. It was now sealed by a strange little board.

I nodded: "Sister, it's dead down here and there's no way to get outside."

Then I smelled her scent, which was the scent of "worry".

I started to feel a little troubled. Why are there so many strange smells in this world?

"Look for the key and hold on to the rope!" my sister shouted again.

I nodded, and just when I was about to look for the rope at the bottom of the well, I suddenly noticed that the uncle who was taking the lead appeared behind my sister. His face was gloomy, and the smell on his body was particularly unpleasant.

In less than a second, the words "Sister, be careful" were shouted heartbreakingly from my mouth. The sound spread down the bottom of the well to the outside, startling all of them.