I was woken up by the fat man with water. When I woke up, I saw me on a stone staircase, with darkness on the edge.

The stone stairs are exactly the same as the above layers. There should have been wooden stairs on them before, but now they are so decayed that only the stone beams themselves are left, without railings, and the intervals are very wide. Every step is painful, and if you make a slight mistake, you will fall down.

They were charging the flashlight with a hand-cranked generator, and the cold fireworks should have been used up. Everyone was sweating all over, and I was sweating all over. This space was very warm, no, it should be said to be very hot.

I looked up and saw that it was pitch black on it and I couldn't see the top at all. When I looked down, it was pitch black on it and I couldn't see the bottom at all.

"Which layer is it?" After I was in a deep coma, my body had a good rest. My lungs were not as painful as before. It seemed that there were a few pieces missing in my lungs, which was not particularly comfortable. The fat man replied: "I can't figure it out anymore. We have been walking on this layer for seven hours and haven't seen the bottom yet. I can't carry you anymore."

I looked at the oil bottle and said to him, "What do you mean? What's wrong with me saying something?"

I was really a little angry, and Mon Oil Bottle said silently: "I have heard too much of this."

I was shocked and suddenly realized that last words are meaningless to a person who will not die. In his life, he must have heard last words countless times. For people like us, the final words are actually the summary of our lives, which must be very important and sacred. But for him, last words are just the last words of the person he has experienced. Those lives are too short.

In fact, people are not diverse. I have experienced so many things. There are only a few people in total, dozens of categories. It is difficult for you to find someone with the same birthday as you in ordinary social relationships. In a multinational company with 20,000 people, the president of the company will release greeting cards to hundreds of people through the system every day. Yes, the types of people are not single, but they are not infinitely complex. If you live long enough, you will see people of the same character appearing again and again in your life. If you don’t want to live bored, you can only change yourself constantly.

So, does the last words have categories? No matter how meaningful my last words are to me, they are just a fixed category of last words. Maybe it is a common one like Koki? So the manoeuvre chose not to turn the chair.

This is simply a tragedy.

Heixiao laughed at the side, shook the generator rod vigorously, and said, "Do you know the great last words, what is the final outcome?"

I shook my head and the black blind man said, "I'm forgotten."

I want to refute it, Heixiazi said: "You have seen too few dying people, and I have seen many. The more people are dying, the more they should work harder to live today. Healthy people like to sacrifice today to expect a bright future. In fact, every day is unique, and you have to go there seriously."

"Why are you all doing it one by one?" I covered my face and cursed in my heart, knowing that what I wanted to say had no meaning to them. Although I was very unhappy, it was indeed the truth.

They are just saying, what's so awesome about death?

I got up and followed them down, and the fat man said, "This tower has reached this level, which is ridiculously high. We don't have cold fireworks, and we can't measure the distance now. If we walk like this, our heads will be dizzy and we can't walk the bottom. If we continue like this, we will always fall down."

"Is there a thunder on the top?" I asked, and they didn't answer. The fat man said, "It's so deep, even if we hit us, we can't hear it."

I asked the fat man to tell in detail that they were all good at brains, but when it comes to the knowledge of the news, the blind man was not as good as me. The fat man said that when they went down the pool, they saw the little shell-like insects in the children's corpse, which had eaten only a layer of skin. They explored the passages on both sides of the bridge and found that the passages on both sides were all covered with bronze reeds like snake scales, covering the entire passages. These bronze pieces were very sharp, and the passages on both sides were forked everywhere, and the roads were well connected, and all of them were like this, like a maze.

They got lost in it and finally came to this tower. This tower was not the one we had before, but the initial count continued to calculate according to the count of the previous tower. Fatty estimated that the tower was in segments. After we passed the section down the ground, we had to pass through various complex pipes of bronze reeds and enter another section underground. This section of tower body was buried deep underground. It was many times longer than the section above. The floor they were walking to now seems to be infinitely long, and I don’t know if the “bottom” exists.

I was inexplicably in my heart, and thought about it, and said to them: "This doesn't sound like a tower's architectural structure."

"You said it was the tower yourself." said the fat man. I said, "Blind, you should be able to remember what structure this is."

The blind man looked at me and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "You mean, this tower?"
Chapter completed!