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    Feng Bujue was not worried about being killed with one shot. With four Contra medals, the first four deaths were just a waste.  At present, except for reasons such as disconnection or forced withdrawal, there are only two possibilities for failure in this nightmare difficulty single-player survival scenario: first, after using up all the medals, being killed for the fifth time; second, just like before  The boss on the radio said: "Once the poison is released, you will be directly judged to have failed the level." That is, the moment the time runs out at ninety-two minutes, the game will be declared failed.

    In short, no matter what is waiting for Feng Bujue in the first corridor ahead, the worst outcome is to die once.  There is no factor that can directly lead to the failure of customs clearance. Of course, if it does exist, then the factor is a completely unknown failure flag.  But this possibility is very slim and very unreasonable. It¡¯s just like when you play Super Mario. The game instructions say that you will die if you fall into a pit or the time runs out. However, as soon as you go out, you encounter the first question mark, that question mark.  It actually exploded Obviously, this has become a game of another nature

    Feng Bujue raised his hands, took steady and firm steps forward, turned his body to face the corridor, and stood at the door of the first door. After shouting out the words, he still didn't hear any response.  .  He was mentally prepared for a bullet to come, but to his surprise, there was no one in the corridor in front of him.

    There was no shooter, no weapon, and the hallway was empty.

    ?Perhaps the shooter was shooting from a very far distance beyond the eyesight?  And the gunshots came all the way through the corridor?  Feng Bujue thought so.

    If this is the case, the opponent is definitely not using a one-hit killer gun.  Because this gun cannot be effective against targets beyond the user's sight, otherwise the gun owner would hold this thing and fire at will into the sky or an empty corridor.  I don¡¯t know how many people far away will be shot while lying there.

    As for what weapon the shooter used Judging from the distance, a sniper rifle is highly suspect, but if a person's neck is really hit by a sniper bullet with a caliber of more than 12 mm, it will definitely not be the same as what he just saw.  The effect of penetrating and exploding the flowers should make the whole head fall off.

    But how can an ordinary gun achieve such range and accuracy?  Could it be that the opponent's one-hit killer gun hit the long-range sight?  Or does the shooter have a super long-distance observation skill similar to eagle eye?

    Another question is, if the other party was really shooting from a very long distance, he must not have heard Feng Bujue¡¯s shout just now.  Sowhat is he doing right now?  Did he still stay where he was and see Feng Bujue coming to the door?  Or did he put down the gun and start moving after killing the person?  If he moved, is he coming here now, or is he leaving towards the other side of the corridor?

    "If the other party can see me, and he is me, then he should be able to notice that I am not the same Feng Bujue as the one just now. And if the other party cannot tell the difference, it is possible that he mistakenly thinks that the first shot did not work, then  He should have fired the second shot, but he didn't Could it be that his skills or weapons were cooling down?" Feng Bujue thought, "No that's not the case."

    He put down his hand and walked through the first door slowly, moving forward.  While carefully observing the floor, walls and ceiling of the corridor in front of me, I tried to find some clues.

    Feng Bujue overturned the hypothesis of long-range shooting. Although that hypothesis could explain why he only heard the footsteps of a person escaping just now, and why there was no sound in the corridor after the gunshot, but in this kind of corridor  An empty situation.  Apparently there is another explanation, a simpler one.  This is also a more reasonable explanation at this stage.

    "Are they all just illusions" Feng Bujue said: "The 'I' just now and the gunshot are just the information I got from the visual and auditory senses. Now there are no corpses, no bullet casings, not even the ones on the ground.  The blood stains also turned into white light and disappeared" He turned around and looked at the fan-shaped space again: "The words 'It's all wrong' and 'Don't' are hinting to me that it is wrong to take this path.  Yes, don¡¯t go any further?¡± He touched his chin and said, ¡°If you think about it the other way around, should I ignore this influence and just go this way?¡±

    He really couldn¡¯t find anything unusual around him. This corridor was the same as the one he walked through before. It had no distinguishing features. Every section was the same, and there were no footprints left on the floor.  He walked quickly back to the fan-shaped area and stayed there for more than ten seconds without any sign of the flag being triggered.

    Looking at the four doors and four roads in front of him, Feng Bujue pondered: "The usual thinking is that each of the four roads leads to a bottle of potion, but what if it is another situation What if only one road is correct?  It can lead to the four bottles of potions, but the other three are dead ends"

      He scratched his head, "Orare there two roads leading to the potion? The other two are dead ends; or there are three roads that are all correct, and only one is a dead end." He moved his gaze to the first  Door: "Whether the thing just now was a reminder or an interference, did I think too much about overlapping time and space, or"

    "Huh" Feng Bujue looked up at the ceiling, "In a script with such a monotonous setting and so few prompts, what on earth do you want me to do"

    Although there are more than a thousand words in Brother Jue's thinking process and behavior from the beginning of this chapter, in fact, he only spent more than two minutes. It can be simplified into one sentence: duck to the door, think about it, and move forward.  A few steps, make up your mind, return to the fan-shaped space, and make up your mind again.

    Counting from the second when the plot introduction was completed and Feng Bujue gained the ability to move, seventeen minutes have passed, and from the time he heard the keyword "ninety-two minutes" spoken on the radio, it has been a long time.  sixteen minutes.  There is not much difference between the two. No matter which standard is used, this minute is basically negligible.

    For now, let's divide the time required to find four bottles of potion evenly. Then, ninety-two minutes can be divided into four periods of twenty-three minutes. In other words, on average, every twenty-three minutes, Feng Bujue will  You have to find a bottle of potion to ensure that the antidote is synthesized before the poison attacks.

    He didn¡¯t even see the first bottle of potion now. There was no way to delay it here, so he turned around and walked into the third corridor.
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