"The mechanism stopped?" Charles said, panting hard. "Looks like the plan worked. I really didn't expect us to cooperate so well with a bunch of strangers..."
"It doesn't look like it worked," Erik said. He was clearly more of a professional when it came to Mechanical Engineering. He lowered his head and looked at the support rod below. Although there was no real gap between the metal rod and the floor, and he could not see anything by looking down, from the feel of it just now, Erik felt this did not seem like a normal clear.
Logically speaking, if the Scale had been lifted up and was supporting the ceiling, then the design principle should have been that once it rose to a certain height, a latch would catch. But Erik had not felt the vibration of anything locking into place at all. On the contrary, that pillar had trembled for a long time just now, then suddenly stopped moving. It did not seem like the normal operating process of a mechanism at all. It was more like it had broken.
Charles had already sprawled onto the ground. He turned over and lay on the floor, looking at the Steel Needles right in front of him, and said, "No matter what, we've cleared it. God, if it had been even one minute slower, I wouldn't have held on."
"You really should work out properly," Erik said. Though he said that, he was soaked through as well, panting with exhaustion. He also turned over and lay down, taking this precious opportunity to rest.
"What do you think the stage designer will do if someone really broke the mechanism?" Erik asked.
Charles thought for a moment, then said, "I already guessed earlier that there should be staff inside this dungeon Secret