Forces of Temptation

Under the strong pressure of the lonely mountain wall, Jiang Fang gasped and knelt down on one knee slowly at the junction of shadow and light.

He stared at the interlaced lights and shadows on the lush ground, his brain running fast.

He counted all the available props he owns.

[Silent Explosion] [Clown's Secret] is a relatively precious consumable physical item.

And the smooth rock wall with no bulge in front of me has nothing to do with physics.

Using physical props in this unreasonable world is most likely pure waste.

[Don't go out in blowing sand weather] and [Your mother told you to wear long johns] are both passive armors, which are useless.

The light finger chain should have been the most useful item in theory.

But the light it projects requires a relatively stable point to tie it to.

The grass is too soft, and there are no tall trees on the top of the cliff.

The rock wall is a square block of rock, densely blocking the way out, without a single gap.

The door opened 800 meters away can be used.

However, that door was beyond Jiang Fang's sight.

The light range of the light chain can't reach that far.

Jiang Fang even tried to build a staircase with light.

Unfortunately, according to the current level of finger chains, light can only be used for simple purposes such as pulling, cutting, and binding.

His plan failed because the texture was too soft.

Therefore, there is only one page of [Ma Liang's sketchbook] left in his hand.

Jiang Fang thought about drawing something that would be easier to help climb.

But he is not a professional painter.

Props of this level like ladders can be made with stick figures without much effort.

But in reality, there are real things that can run up and down such a vertical cliff at high speed, such as helicopters. Jiang Fang does not dare to guarantee its precision and safety. On the contrary, it may be self-defeating and waste the remaining page Paper.

Elevator lifts, even if the difficulty of painting is not mentioned, the price/performance ratio is extremely low, and they are completely one-off products.

After using it this time, he did the same thing, put the car into the storage tank, and brought it to the next door. How could the elevator be compatible with the new rock wall?

He has to go through all 13 doors.

He still needs to open doors 10, 11, 12, and 13 until he runs to Nan Zhou.

The first time I drew a ladder, it was out of caution.

Since it is impossible to judge whether the next task is really a full-time rock climbing, Jiang Fang can only adopt the most stable strategy.

Then, how to maximize the effectiveness of the remaining page is something that Jiang Fang must consider.

Jiang Fang stared at the blank paper.

What is simple, with low precision and high reuse rate?

He thought for a long time.

Immediately, Jiang Fang used his inexperienced painter to slowly and carefully draw a bamboo dragonfly on the paper according to his childhood memory.

——The bamboo dragonfly in "Doraemon", which can reach a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, has an anti-gravity device, and is connected with human brain waves to control its direction.

Jiang Fang was quite fortunate at this time.

At least his childhood was considered happy, and he barely left some beautiful silhouettes in his memory.

After he fine-tuned the relevant values ​​in his memory according to the current site constraints, a small bamboo dragonfly fell from the painting and landed lightly and delicately at his feet.

It is not too late.

Jiang Fang grabbed the bamboo dragonfly and began to rise rapidly at a speed of 20 meters per second.

He began to use relentless mental calculations to distract from the fear of weightlessness that escaped the control of gravity.

It is known that the straight-line distance between each door and the next door is about 800 meters.

At Jiang Fang's current speed, it takes about 40 seconds to pass each door.

Including the few seconds between decelerating and buffering in front of the door and opening the door, the time of 3 minutes is obviously a bit tight.

But not any faster.

20 meters per second is the limit.

If he used his physical body to move forward at a speed of more than 20 meters per second, Jiang Fang would lose control of himself, and it would actually waste more time.

The plan unfolded smoothly as he expected.

Because he only needed to manipulate the movement of the bamboo dragonfly with his mind, Jiang Fang had enough leeway to count the seconds.

From the ninth door to the tenth door, he took 43 seconds.

After entering the tenth door, facing a cliff about 50 meters high, Jiang Fang quickly planned the shortest path in the shortest time, rushed up obliquely, and rushed to the door at full speed, unscrewed the doorknob, almost hitting The No.11 door was opened with great force.

In just 39 seconds.

After passing two levels in a row, Jiang Fang was very proficient at controlling the bamboo dragonfly.

He can even hold up the skirt with one hand to run properly on the cliff, and then apply an extra acceleration.

At the same moment when the countdown exceeded 120s, he broke into the No.12 door without hesitation.

Just one door away.

And he still has a full 60 seconds left.

However, at the same moment Jiang Fang pushed open the No. 12 door, a sudden change occurred.

A mountain wall almost stood next to the door, and as soon as the door was opened, it overwhelmingly pressed down on Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang's reflexes were excellent, and he stepped onto the wide rock wall, barely blocking his forward momentum.

Because of the violent impact, his ankle was numb.

But this is far from diluting the visual shock and impact.

——What stands in front of his eyes is no longer the rock wall that can be seen upwards to the end.

It is a closed canyon that is deep to the sky, has no end, twists and turns, and multiple parallel lines.

There is no longer a straight up and down rock wall.

He must plunge into the labyrinth-like canyon in front of him and explore a path by himself!

At a glance, Jiang Fang's expression changed drastically!

Not only because of the sudden change of terrain, but also because of the sudden shock just now, he missed a few seconds and forgot to continue counting the countdown.

...A few seconds of error may lead to extremely serious consequences.

But there was no extra time for him to waste!

Jiang Fang concentrated his mind, gritted his teeth, and plunged into the winding deep gorge.

In reality, such mountain gorges are often dark, humid, and hard to grow.

What caught Jiang Fang's eyes was the blue sky squeezed out by the angle between the mountain peak and the sky.

The mountain walls are verdant and the mountain flowers are blooming.

Unusually peaceful and eerie.

The extremely saturated red, green, and blue stings his eyes from all angles, making it impossible for him to discern the correct path.

The worst happened.

The inside is really a maze of canyons.

Jiang Fang could not find a rock wall that could be climbed, nor could he find a door that could pass through.

The only constant is mistakes again and again.

Dead end.

Dead end!

Dead end! !

Every time he rushed out of the dead gorge with nowhere to go, Jiang Fang's heart rate was higher than before.

As time passed by every minute and every second, Jiang Fang's heartbeat became faster and faster and became uncontrollable.

The feeling of weightlessness under my feet is getting stronger and stronger.

Suffocation-like fear rose from the wind on the soles of the groundless feet, carrying a faint, hell-like chill.

He didn't know if he would see a way out at the next corner.

I don't know when the bamboo dragonfly will fail, causing him to fall from a hundred-foot cliff.

I don't know whether to give up or move on.

——I don’t know, I don’t know anything.

In the sharp back and forth confrontation between fear and hope, Jiang Fang even had the illusion of drowning in the air.

The closer the time limit is, the faster the heart beats.

A layer of black mist began to cover Jiang Fang's eyes, making it difficult for him to see the way ahead.

He gritted his teeth, pulled out his dagger, and cut a cut on the arm holding the bamboo dragonfly with his backhand, trying to use the pain to force himself to wake up.

However, perhaps the muscles were too tense, and the expected pain did not come.

According to his calculations, the bamboo dragonfly will fail after 12 seconds.

He only has 12 seconds left to find the No.13 door.

No, it could be 10 seconds.

Because it is impossible to judge whether the time he missed was five seconds or three seconds.

And even a small fallacy of 2 seconds means that if he does not control it properly, there will be a drop of at least 40 meters from the ground.

Jiang Fang pursed his lips and mechanically counted the seconds, but the face of his father who fell into the deep ravine appeared in front of his eyes uncontrollably.

That warm, smiling face fell infinitely from a mere distance away from him.

It slowly condensed into a black spot the size of a needle awn.

Never seen again.

Nearly a hundred meters below the feet, there seems to be infinite magnetic attraction, and the downward airflow is curled up like a black vortex.

...It's just tempting him, jump off, jump off.

Just as he was about to be seized by this inexplicable temptation, a clear voice suddenly sounded from Jiang Fang's chaotic heart.

"...Are you afraid of heights?"

——That was before, when Nan Zhou had just joined the team and was still feared by his teammates.

When the two were alone, Nan Zhou found that Jiang Fang refused to approach the window.

Jiang Fang never talked about his weaknesses to others, and when he had to do high-altitude missions, he just held on and endured, but he uncharacteristically admitted his shortcomings in front of Nan Zhou: "...Yes."

Nan Zhou was curious: "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "Don't you think gravity is scary? It makes everything fall uncontrollably, as if everything is preordained."

Nan Zhou: "Ah..."

Nan Zhou: "That's why I was destined to go down from the roof, pick up apples, and meet you."

Thinking of this past, Jiang Fang's mind suddenly became clear.

And perhaps, Nanzhou is really his luck.

When the black mist slowly dissipated before Jiang Fang's eyes, he suddenly discovered that there was a No. 150 door inlaid on the rock wall about 13 meters away from the parallel line of sight.

...that is, the last door.

However, Jiang Fang did not choose to rush to that door desperately.

He chose to land rapidly.

Sure enough, Jiang Fang regained his normal judgment and sixth sense of danger, which played a great role.

When he was still about ten meters away from the ground, the bamboo dragonfly in his palm disappeared completely.

Under the huge impact, Jiang Fang staggered and landed on the ground.

He stood on the ground, holding his sore knees, and waited for the buzzing tinnitus in his ears to recede. Then, sweating on his brow, he took a few steps back and looked at the door that opened between the [-]-meter-high cliffs.

... If he had just moved forward rashly, the current him should be tens of meters away from the door, falling from a high place, with nowhere to hold, and smashed to pieces.

After thinking of this, Jiang Fang did not relax.

He began to think about the weird feeling that had vaguely existed since the game started.

Jiang Fang had just experienced the weightlessness of his crazy fall and the fear that came like a tidal wave.

His fingertips were still trembling slightly.

This cliff is obviously very dangerous.

Its height has fully met the conditions of "external environmental force" causing death.

... Then, why did the blond girl say that in the game, there is no "any 'foreign object' that threatens the life of the 'princess'"?