Ten Days End

"What do you mean by 'survive'...? What are 'gas masks' for?" The bunny man pointed to the huge machine with a countdown and said, "In ten minutes, the machine behind us will continue to emit high-concentration chlorine gas, and the nine of you will die here." Although I didn't understand what the bunny man said, the uncles and aunts seemed very scared. "You're talking nonsense!" The uncle continued to shout, "If chlorine gas can really be sprayed, the three of you will die too. Do you think we are stupid?" "If you don't believe it, I encourage you to try it." The bunny man nodded, "This will save us some trouble. Oh, in order to go through the process, I still mention it by the way... This game has rewards. The more people who survive, the less rewards. "I really don't understand. What is a "game"? What is a "reward"? Isn't this a prison? Why can you play games in prison? I suddenly thought of Sima Guang. At this time, the only young sister spoke: "But the density of chlorine is greater than that of air. If the machine really sprays chlorine, the gas will continue to fall into the well, and we won't die."

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

The rabbit man had no intention of persuading us, just letting us try.

Because I was too scared, I didn't remember how I came down from the ceiling. I only remember that all the adults were arguing, and finally decided to let me go down into the well.

I came to the side of the hole and looked at it. This round hole really looked like a "well". There was no place to hold on to.

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

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 were used to tie us together into a long rope.

They told me to use my hands and feet to support myself and slowly go down to the bottom of the well. After I got the key, they would throw a rope down and pull me up.

I thought there was no problem and was about to agree to the uncles and aunts, but the young lady came out first to stop them.

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

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

Although this sister was not tall, she smelled good. She was thin, had a round face, and had short hair to her shoulders. Her back looked warm.

"Why not, little girl?" an uncle asked, "our plan is so good, now there is no time, you should let the child down."

"Yes, don't waste time."

"It's okay to let him go down, but you need to tie the rope around his waist in advance." The young sister argued, "Otherwise I won't agree."

"What does it matter whether you agree or not?!" an uncle looked a little angry, "How can we be afraid of you with so many people?"

"No means no."

"Oh, why?" an aunt asked, "Can we not pull him up?"

"Yes, I feel that your state is not right." the sister said, "You are considering how to give up this child, and I even suspect that you will decide to just pull up the key in the end."

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

They gave me the feeling of my head teacher, always looking at me with a very strange look.

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

Is my sister also scared?

I actually smelled a very distressing smell from her. When this smell entered my nose, two words emerged in my mind-"uneasy".

"Okay... Hey..." The leading uncle said, "The girls nowadays are really amazing. They think so bad of people as soon as they meet... Come on, let's tie up that child."

The uncle smelled bad.

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 for me, she whispered to me: "Little brother, you must remember it. If you want to survive, you must not untie this rope. If the rope accidentally falls off, you must find a way to hold it tightly by yourself."

I heard her speak and nodded slowly.

She was saying theseWhen she spoke, a very warm smell would waft out of her body. I felt really strange. My nose had never worked so well before.

When this smell entered my nose, two words also emerged in my mind - "sincerity".

It was really strange... When did I become able to distinguish so many smells?

So in addition to fragrance and stench, there are also "uneasiness" and "sincerity"?

After she helped me tie the rope tightly, I followed everyone's instructions and went down the well. Fortunately, I often help my parents with housework at home, so my hands and feet are still quite agile and I didn't make them angry.

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

After I descended a short distance, I first saw a few small holes, which formed a circle along the wall of the well. After descending another distance, I saw a concave hole in the middle of the well. There were a few masks in the hole, but not enough for so many of us.

So I went all the way down to the bottom, which was much more difficult than I thought. My hands were all rubbed.

This is more difficult than cleaning up the plates that my father broke.

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

Her voice echoed in the well, and it sounded very nice.

I looked around as my sister said this, and found that there was only a very small hole at the bottom, not much bigger than a one-yuan coin, and it was now sealed by a strange little board.

I nodded: "Sister, it's dead down there, and it can't go out."

Then I smelled the smell on her body, which was the smell of "worry".

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

"Look for the key, hold on to the rope!" My sister shouted again.

I nodded, and just as I was about to look for the key at the bottom of the well, I suddenly found that the uncle who led the group appeared behind my sister. He had a gloomy face and a particularly bad smell on his body.

In less than a second, the four words "Sister, be careful" were shouted out from my mouth in a heart-wrenching voice. The sound spread through the bottom of the well to the outside, scaring all of them.