darkest personality

Chapter 13 13. Adding Oil to the Fire
"It's a plot similar to an escape room..."

Bai Ye thinks it is necessary to do a careful inspection of the surrounding environment first.

He stood up from the iron chair he was sitting on, and first shook the chair with his hands, only to find that the four legs of the chair were fixed by screws and remained motionless.

Then I went to the half-glass mirror and the TV to check, but found nothing.

The surrounding concrete walls are poured in one piece, and there should be no possibility of hiding anything in the walls.

The searchlight above the head is also hung at a height of four or five meters, and it cannot be reached even if you step on a chair.

"It seems that we can only go out from here first."

He walked to the iron door, stretched out his hand to grab the handle, and pushed it forward.

The iron door made a rattling sound as the hinges had not been oiled for a long time, and was opened.

Outside was a dimly lit passageway that looked like it was cobbled together from shipping containers.

Bai Ye switched to an active posture.

After the beep, his body began to gradually heat up, and more strength was poured into his hands and feet.

According to the description of the puppet and the instructions on the mission objectives, in this game, he will intersect with 3 people who 'have the same experience'.

Then, before meeting those 3 people, there should be no danger in the irrelevant surroundings.

The task time limit is only 10 minutes, and it is not known what will happen ahead.

For the sake of saving time, it is better to run forward.

……

Bai Ye ran forward along the passage, and after two turns, an iron gate appeared in front of him.

Push the door and enter, and there is a wide space behind, which looks like a corner of an abandoned factory, with a simple internal structure.

The surrounding windows were welded tightly with iron bars, making it airtight, and the indoor temperature was slightly higher.

There are dazzling fluorescent lights above the head, and a monitor hangs in the upper right corner.

In the very center of the space, there is a huge device with a strange shape.

At first glance, the device looks like an overturned T-shaped iron column. On the top of the iron column hangs a transparent plastic barrel filled with a colorless liquid. The barrel has a "fuel" label on it. The mouth of the barrel is downwards. The wooden stopper is plugged.

The wooden stopper is connected with an iron wire, and the iron wire leads to a timing device with a gear structure. The device displays a 5-minute countdown... It should mean that as soon as 5 minutes pass, the gears on it will twist and the wire will pull' The wooden stopper of the fuel' barrel, and the liquid fuel inside will pour out.

And on the iron pillar directly below the fuel barrel, a young man in a shirt and trousers was being tied up.

He raised his hands above his head, was tied to the iron ring of the pillar, and stepped on the iron pillar platform with his bare feet. When he saw Bai Ye enter the door, he immediately shouted 'HELP'.

The iron pillar platform is about one meter high from the ground, and the bottom is hollowed out into a bowl shape, and the inside is filled with red-hot charcoal fire.

At this moment, the pedestal was scalding hot from the charcoal fire, and the young man tried his best to stretch his feet, struggling to support himself.

……

Near the strange device, there is a square low table. On the table is a stack of printed paper, and a small silver tape recorder is pressed on the paper.

Bai Ye first switched to the posture of concentration, and after finding no other prompts, he picked up the tape recorder and pressed the play button.

rustling... rustling...

"Hi John, I want to play a game with you."

A thick, muffled sound came from the tape recorder.

Bai Ye looked back at the person on the pillar, and John was obviously the name of this person.

"In recent years, it has become your daily job to add fuel to the flames and fan the flames on the Internet. The so-called Internet trolls, [-] cent party, and trolls refer to people like you.

You never delve into the truth behind the incident, and you never consider how your actions will contribute to the development of the incident. You only do it for the sake of money. Because of your existence, the Internet has made The cost of spreading rumors and defamation has become extremely low..."

The deep voice paused for a moment, then continued:

"The contraption you're standing on now has a name that fits very well with your style of conduct - Adding Fuel to the Fire.

It consists of burning charcoal fire and fuel installed on the top, when the lid on the fuel barrel is opened, the flame assisted by fuel will burn you to ashes in an instant. "

"Oh no no no...God..."

John, who was tied to the iron post, shook his head in a broken state when he heard this.

"On the 100 pieces of paper on this table, there are some 'classic quotations' you have said, and the password to close this device is hidden in these 'quotations'.

All you can do is pray that your sympathetic partner can help you figure out the password before the device starts up.

How about it?Doesn't it feel bad to have your life in someone else's hands?

However, many times your malicious rumors and slanders are playing with other people's lives...

This is your only hope.

Let's start the game! "

The muffled voice on the tape recorder ended here.

The 5-minute countdown on the 'fuel on the fire' device followed suit.

……

Bai Ye lowered his head and looked at the thick stack of papers under the tape recorder.

The words printed on those papers seemed to be negative comments on some things:

'The writing of this book is really bad. Just seeing the title of the book, I don't want to read it any more. '

'The food in this restaurant is terrible, and the chef's skills are not as good as my 80-year-old grandma. '

'"Hate the Rich 3" is a big bad movie, and the people who go to see it are dogs raised by the US emperor. '

"..."

This John is really a typical Internet troll.

"Hey, what are you still doing, kid? There's no time, please help me!"

John has already yelled anxiously:

"Damn it, my feet are going to be scalded."

Bai Ye frowned slightly.

Is this the attitude you should have when asking for help from others?

'A total of only 10 minutes of saving time, and now about 3 minutes have passed. '

It's almost impossible to save all three people in this time, right?

'Unless... there will be an extra time reward after the rescue is successful? '

Bai Ye had a 'jaw ripper' on his head, so he couldn't communicate with John.

So he could only show the other party a gesture of 'be quiet and don't be impatient', then ignored John's various trash talk, and took the time to look through the 100 pieces of paper written with 'Quotations from trolls'.

"There is only one sentence of 'Quotes' on each piece of paper. I don't know how many pieces of paper are related to the hidden password?"

Bai Ye quickly turned over the pieces of paper, and his eyes scanned the 'Quotations'.

"It took more than 100 minutes to read these 5 pieces of paper sentence by sentence? You must speed up...

Could the piece of paper with the password be a hint of something else... eh? ! "

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, and pulled out a piece of paper that was obviously different in size and texture from the pile of papers.

On the piece of paper, only a signature pen was handwritten with a distinctive sentence:
'No one can survive, follow the direction of the heart to find, X is the hope of life! '

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(End of this chapter)