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    Seeing the door open, Feng Bujue breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't rush out. Instead, he used the light from outside the door to walk to the cage where the monkey was kept. He opened the latch, lifted the gate, and pulled out the sleeping monkey.  The monkey was carried out.

    ¡¾Name: Sleepy Tibetan Macaque¡¿

    ¡¾Type: plot related¡¿

    ¡¾Quality: Ordinary¡¿

    ¡¾Function: Unknown¡¿

    ¡¾Can the script be brought out: Yes¡¿

    ¡¾Note: A lively and brave monkey is now on the verge of extinction¡¿

    "It's a plot item, but it shows that it can bring out the script, well" Feng Bujue muttered. He tried to put the monkey in his bag and succeeded.  Then he walked out of the room.

    Outside the door is a passage, the walls are basically made of metal, the roof is still four to five meters high, the lighting is normal, and there is still no window to be found.  There are some doors and forks on both sides of the passage, but they either cannot be opened or are blocked by large debris.  There is obviously only one real path. From time to time, red spray-painted arrows will appear on the wall to guide Feng Bujue on which way to go. After several futile attempts, he understands that there should be nothing useful on this road, so he speeds up.  Speeding up, following the arrow, we arrived at the end of the passage in about seven or eight minutes, where another metal door marked in red appeared.

    This door had no handle. There was a round valve handwheel in the middle. Feng Bujue stepped forward and held the handwheel. He tried to turn it, but felt a lot of resistance. He used considerable strength to do it.  Turn it.

    After turning more than half a circle, the door moved, and a burst of cold air seeped out from the crack in the door. Feng Bujue instantly had an ominous premonition.  When he opened the door, he realized that the metal door was very thick, and the room was obviously a sealed freezer. As soon as he opened the door, a strong blast of cold air hit his face.

    The inside of the room is truly a "land of ice and snow". The ground is covered with white frost and snow, and there are signs of ice on the four walls.  Looking up, in addition to the lighting equipment, you can see a pipe with a diameter of about one meter in each of the three corners of the ceiling. The moment the door was opened, white snowflakes began to float out of the pipe. Fortunately, although the mouth of the pipe  It's big, but the falling snowflakes are only here and there, not a lot.

    Feng Bujue took a deep breath, breathed hot air into his palms, rubbed his hands, and walked into the room.  After crossing the threshold, he discovered that the depth of the floor in this room was wrong. The floor was lower than the lower frame of the door. It was not at the same level as the passage outside the door, so the seemingly thin layer on the ground was  Hoarfrost is actually knee-deep snow.  As soon as he stepped on it, his ankles sank into the snow. He was so cold that he jumped a few steps, but it was no use. The snow was very soft. The way to prevent his feet from sinking was to increase the contact area, so he  Kneel down decisively

    He didn't close the door, and knelt directly to the wall opposite the room. There was another door there, but there was no handwheel to open the door. There was only an electronic lock embedded in the door that required a password. There were four digits on the display.  Password space.  There is an obviously movable iron plate on the wall next to the door lock. The iron plate is about ten centimeters long, square, and has a small handle on it.  When Feng Bujue opened the board, the iron door for him to enter the room closed automatically.

    Behind the iron plate is a small space with a tape placed on it. What to do next is very clear

    Feng Bujue took out the tape, then took out the Walkman, took out the original tape and put it in his bag, then put the new one in and pressed the play button.

    "Merry Christmas, Arthur. This is a day for family reunion. At the same time, the Christmas spirit also means selfless giving and blessings"

    While listening to the recording, Feng Bujue began a second detailed observation of this room.  He had just noticed that the most eye-catching thing in the room was a new-looking newspaper taped to one side of the metal wall.  This wall has obviously been treated, and the ice around the newspaper is not serious. Although it is filled with artificial snow, the humidity in the room is not too high, and the words on the paper are still very clear.  One of the most eye-catching reports was titled "They are no different from us." It was accompanied by a photo of a group of homeless people gathering around a waste oil drum to keep warm. In the background, the sky was snowing and the ground was white.  Of course, this report was also written by "Arthur Segal".

    "You often attend charity evenings and appear in front of the camera, but we all know that in private you never donate to any organization. You call on people not to discriminate against homeless people, but you yourself have never given any social status  With respect from people below you, your meanness and snobbishness disgusts everyone around you. You have also spoken out for the elderly, claiming that they need more attention and understanding, but you use work as an excuse to refuse every year  Spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with your own parents.

      Arthur, you have stood on the moral high ground more than once and accused the world of indifference and the injustice of the system, but your actual actions show that you have no idea what you are talking about.

    Now, you have the opportunity to understand how those helpless people get through this difficult time.  In this snowy room, there is a piece of cardboard with the password needed to unlock the door written on it. All you have to do is reach into the snow under your feet to find the piece of paper.

    Just like everyone who is freezing on the streets on a snowy night is longing for a glimmer of hope. You will not have a time limit, but even if you find something, the best result is to wait until dawn  "

    When the recording ended, Feng Bujue was shivering with cold.  The clothing provided by the game can ensure the player's comfort in an environment with a virtual temperature of more than 20 degrees Celsius. If it is hotter or colder, the player will have corresponding physical sensations.  The ice cave-like house is now clearly below freezing, and the three pipes on the ceiling are still increasing the thickness of the snow at a very slow rate.

    In order to ensure the flexibility of his fingers, Feng Bujue always faced the palm of his hand when he exhaled. He quickly played through the recording in his mind, and then repeated the last sentence in his mouth: "Just like those who are freezing.  If you find 'something', you can wait until dawn" According to his speculation, this was the only hint. It was quite vague, but it must indicate something.

    Feng Bujue stood up again. He was completely frozen below his knees. It didn't matter if he stepped into the snow now, because he couldn't feel anything because he was so cold.  He staggered to the newspaper, stared at the report and photos with burning eyes, and carefully searched for any possible clues.

    Feng Bujue knew that now was the best time to search for clues. The physical work could be done when there was really no other way.  If he impatiently digs his hands into the snow on the ground, then after five minutes, even if his fingers are not broken off by freezing, the drop in body temperature will increase. If he develops into the unresponsive, unconscious state before freezing to death,  In this hazy state, it is impossible to solve the puzzle.

    "Something that can keep a homeless person alive until dawn" Feng Bujue spoke out to focus his attention: "A few people gathered around a bucket and burned garbage to keep warm until dawn? No, no, that's not the case" He  Suddenly, an image of an old man wearing sunglasses flashed through his mind: "Here we have MADAO's three artifacts for living on the street, a cardboard box, a dog, and a radio." Thinking of this, he took action.

    The spread newspaper was attached to the wall by fixing the four corners with four small pieces of tape. Seal Bujue tried to cover the newspaper as carefully as possible while ensuring that a large piece in the middle of the newspaper was not damaged.  Several corners torn off.

    "It's impossible to have a dog unless I build one out of snow. As for the radiowalkman should be considered. As for the cardboard box" Feng Bujue had already taken the newspaper off the wall, although a small piece was missing from all four corners.  block, but this does not affect what he wants to do.

    As mentioned earlier, this newspaper is very new, so the creases on it are very clear. Most people will not fold the newspaper in half more than twice, but there are many creases on this newspaper, which undoubtedly shows that it was once folded into something.  .

    Feng Bujue restored the newspaper according to the creases. His hands had not become stiff, but they were still affected by the extremely cold environment. In fact, in his game menu, the special status next to the survival value already showed [frozen]  The words are gone.

    Although the corner of the newspaper was missing, the shape that exactly matched the crease was still folded out - a small paper box.

    Feng Bujue took it in his hand and looked at it, turned it several times, and finally found a series of consecutive letters and numbers in a place where several paper edges overlapped.

    The letters in a newspaper cannot all have the same format. Occasionally, there will be different font sizes and styles. For example, the letters used in titles or footnotes of pictures are different from those in the article. There are also issues with capitalization.  .

    The string of letters and numbers that Feng Bujue found were all of the same font size and style. The letters were all capital letters. They were in different layouts and positions when the newspaper was spread out. After folding it, they were put together into one place and became neat.  A short paragraph.

    "FM27.3MHZ" Feng Bujue said, "Is it the band of the amateur radio station" As he spoke, he adjusted the walkman to listen to the radio.

    There was noise from all frequencies, including FM27.3, but after he identified this frequency, he turned up the volume and waited patiently.  Sure enough, after the noise lasted for about forty seconds, a hoarse voice read: "Nine, five, two, seven." Then there was another rustling noise.

    Feng Bujue rushed to the exit door. While entering the password, he said angrily: "What do you mean by breaking the password, low-level servants and dogs are not allowed to enter"

    Sure enough, the password was correct and the door opened.  Feng Bujue rolled and crawled out.After entering the corridor outside this room, he was so cold that he rolled on the ground. After rolling twice, he stood up and did more than 20 straight-arm squats.  During this process, he looked at the status in the menu and found that the survival value had been reduced to 67%, but the frozen state was quickly lifted under normal temperature.

    No matter what, the loss is less than lying on the ground and digging through the snow to find pieces of paper.  Feng Bujue's luck in playing games has always been very bad. It was like finding a needle in a haystack just now. He couldn't find the piece of paper under the snow without searching every inch of the room.

    After passing this second level, he did not turn off the walkman immediately. He soon discovered the pattern of that frequency. Every minute or so, the four-digit password would be read in FM27.3, while other frequencies would  Always a constant noise.

    After recovering his body temperature, Feng Bujue continued moving forward.  He estimated that the script did not arrange or calculate how long it would take "Arthur Seagal" to reach the hospital and receive treatment after escaping.  The initial recording states that he has forty minutes to find an exit or die from the toxins in his body.  However, Feng Bujue's menu never showed the status of [Poisoned], and at this moment he couldn't tell whether the decrease in survival value was due to the severe cold just now or the slow effect of the poison.  In short, this is not an obvious poisoning effect, but some kind of plot event. To put it simply, the script must be cleared within forty minutes, otherwise it will be GAMEOVER.

    It had already taken Feng Bujue more than twenty minutes. He passed the second level very quickly. Adding in the five minutes spent in the first room and the time to run away, he reached the third game.  When the time comes, there should be about fifteen minutes left.  The system must take into account the possibility that the player chooses to plow the snow in the second level, which will undoubtedly take longer.  Therefore, considering the time factor, the next game Feng Bujue will face should be the last one.  As long as it's done, he can end the script.

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