boom--

Even Solid did not foresee that his attack on the metal wall would cause a loud bang like a C4 explosion.

At the same time, a blue light suddenly burst out, piercing him to close his eyes.

At that moment, he thought he had made a mistake in his judgment and thought he would be seriously injured after being retaliated.

However, there is no...

When he came to his senses, he was already falling - falling rapidly in a dark and empty environment.

Solid didn't know if he could still live the moment he landed, and he didn't even know if he would land on the ground.

But no matter what, his body made the most reasonable response at the first time; he rushed down his face and opened his limbs to increase air resistance and was always ready to transmit the energy in his body to the ends of each limb to offset the damage caused by the impact.

Even if it is broken into pieces, as long as it can increase the slightest possibility of surviving, Solid will do what he can do to the extreme.

unexpectedly……

After a few seconds, Solid's tense body suddenly relaxed.

Because, he has landed.

There was no impact, no pain, and he didn't even notice when he touched the ground.

When he felt it, he was already lying on the ground.

"Hu..." After a brief surprise, Solid adjusted his breathing, and he climbed up from the ground with his hands.

Almost the moment he got up, the space he was in was lit up.

This is a quadrilateral room, with all the walls around it of metal, and the walls are black; on these black metal walls, there are a large number of murals and words engraved, and many cyan energy is like the blood radiant under the black skin, flowing through the textures of the words and paintings, emitting light.

After looking around for a week, Solid looked up again; although he hadn't expected to see the hole he had made, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw the ceiling that was intact and close to him.

There is no doubt that he has entered an abnormal space, where human senses are not reliable. His "feeling of falling" before may not be true, and what he sees, hears, touches and feels at this moment may not be "real".

All he can do now is to act cautiously and pray that his luck is good enough.

…………

Time passed without realizing it, but Solid's investigation made little progress.

He looked through the whole room carefully, but he couldn't even find a gap between the walls, let alone say it.

Those murals and words were things that he couldn't understand. Maybe Professor Rodrigo could see some tricks if he was here, but Solid couldn't do it.

Fortunately... Solid is an extremely calm person. He has a strong ability to accept and adapt to "bad news". When encountering adversity, what he thinks in his mind is always "How should I solve the problem after this", rather than "It's really unlucky. Why is this happening? Who should I blame him?"

Therefore, he rarely feels frustrated, and he would rather use this time to do something useful than waste time on such meaningless emotions.

"Whether ancient civilization or aliens... unless they know how to penetrate the wall, there will definitely be some mechanism in this room to open the exit..." Solid murmured as he touched the wall and moved forward slowly.

He began to re-check the room in the form of "touch" rather than "observation", hoping to find clues.

Soon, he realized... At that moment, his hand gently stroked a palm-shaped symbol on a mural. As a result, within two seconds, the floor under his feet lit up, and then, the strong blue light swallowed the entire room.

The strong light made people unable to open their eyes at all. Even Solid used his hands to protect his eyes, which was useless, because the light could pass through his palms and even his eyelids.

Fortunately, the light did not last long, and it dimmed on its own in just a few seconds.

Solid quickly opened his eyes again, and then... saw an incredible change.

The space he is in has changed.

Originally he was trapped in a quadrilateral room, but now he is standing in a triangular columnar room; the walls of the room are still made of black metal, and the walls are also covered with murals and texts lit by green light. As for the content of the mural... Although Solid couldn't understand it, he could be sure that it was different from the one in the quadrilateral room just now.

"Molecular teleportation?" Solid was surprised and this idea popped up in his mind.

Many years ago, Solid had been subjected to an escort mission, and the target of his escort was a group of scientists secretly funded by the federal government and engaged in the research of "molecular teleportation technology". According to information known to Solid, this technology was only in the theoretical stage at that time, and at least when he was in contact with those people, there had not been any successful experiments of living creatures.

He completed the escort mission very smoothly, and basically went through a formality... However, half a month later, he received another "clearing order", and the target of the people he escorted was the group of people he escorted at the time.

Solid did not ask about the matter. Anyway, he had not established any deep friendship with the scientists, so he immediately led the team to set off...

But when he rushed to the scene, the only one waiting for him was a ruin of the institute that seemed to have been bombed by missiles, and a large number of broken bodies from humans and other experimental animals.

After that, it was said that EAS took over the investigation and launched an operation code-named "Hunter", but that had nothing to do with Solid. The only thing he could be sure of was... After the incident, the research plan on "molecular teleportation" had been shelved by the federal government.

Unexpectedly, today, in this deep underground ruin (although not very sure, Solid still tends to think that he is inside the pyramid at this moment), he actually saw... and personally experienced a similar and very mature teleportation technology.

"Medit!" After thinking for a while, Solid quickly thought of the inducement of teleportation.

Without saying a word, he began to look for the handprint symbols in this triangular cylindrical room; five minutes later, he searched all five metal walls and found three.

The handprint symbols are slightly smaller in size, not like adult hands, but like children. This undoubtedly reminds Solid of the small "black shadow" he had tracked before. If nothing unexpected happens, there must be some connection between the disappearing black shadow and the facilities in front of him.

But for now, Solid's priority is how to leave this space while he is still in full strength. You can wait until it is safe before thinking about other things.

"Each handprint can teleport people to a different place..." Solid's eyes swept through the three handprint symbols one by one. "If I could understand the murals or text on the wall, I should know where the teleportation was, but unfortunately..."

Solid was also very open about helpless things. If he didn't understand, he wouldn't understand. At this moment, he would just try his luck calmly.

In this way, he embarked on a long "teleportation journey".

I don’t know how long it took, but after visiting hundreds of rooms made of geometric figures, Solid’s hope in his heart... gradually faded.

He had an idea that he might have been no longer in that pyramid.

No matter whether the space he broke into belongs to a super ancient civilization or an alien, since these guys have mastered the molecular teleportation technology, the concept of "space" is not limited to a building; theoretically, any room Solid is in may be located on the earth... not... at any coordinate point in the universe.

Perhaps these rooms are endless, and unless you master the rules or interpret the information on the wall, random transmission will never allow him to find the exit.

Thoughts like this will bring... naturally fear and despair.

During the initial dozens of teleportations, Solid would generally remember the shape of the room and the murals on the wall whenever he arrived in a room; but as the number of teleports increased, the accumulation of information made short-term memory blurry and confused, and he had to give up the complex information and change it to only remember the number of teleports.

After teleporting more than 200 times, even "recording times" has become a torment, because after each teleport, all you wait for is disappointment... the gradually increasing number is slowly losing its meaning.

What made Solid even more uneasy was that after more than three hundred teleports, he realized that he could no longer feel the "pass of time" since when it started.

Even according to the amount of "teleling once a minute", Solid had been in these rooms for more than five hours, but until now, he was not hungry, thirsty, sleepy, or tired...

There were a few times, and he couldn't help but suspect that he might have died, and this place was a "hell that hell that hell will never escape."

All objective factors are causing the crazy factors to continue to grow and impact the high wall built by reason in thinking... If it were ordinary people, they would probably have gone crazy or chose to commit suicide, but Solid was still working hard and did not give up.

And his persistence, his steel will, did not disappoint him; after the Nth teleportation, Solid's actions finally made progress - he met people, and they were two.

"Sir!" Soldier 2 was also extremely excited when he saw Solid, "Oh my God! You are still alive!"

"Unbelievable..." Rodrigo seemed to disbelief, and even stepped forward and pinched Solid's arm, and said, "Solid, it's been more than a month, how did you survive?"
Chapter completed!