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    We sometimes see a trick played by the host on some quiz variety shows.  For example, there are three fenders on the scene. The host tells the contestants that behind one of the fenders is a brand new car, while the other two have nothing behind them.  He then asked the contestants to choose a piece to open.

    The contestant chose the first baffle, and at this time, the host, who knew which board had the car hidden behind it, came to the third baffle and opened it. There was nothing behind it.  Then, the host walked up to the contestant and said, "Do you still want to choose the first block now? Do you want to change your choice?"

    Most people will not change their choice, the reason is just paranoia or fear, thinking that the host is using reverse psychology to try to make themselves fall into a trap.  But in fact, no matter where the car is, regardless of emotional factors, making a choice based on statistics and changes in variability, you should choose the second fender.

    Feng Bujue did not enter the first door because of multiple considerations. Whether what he saw before was himself after the overlap of time and space, or a simple hallucination, whether it was an interference or a reminder.  Choosing to enter other corridors will not reduce the possibility of finding the potion, but the probability of encountering danger, or "making the wrong choice", is lower than entering the first door.

    The priority exploration of other paths can also be used as evidence for what happened on the first path. After more script information is collected, the previous scene may be explained more accurately.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The sound of footsteps with extremely high frequency.

    After entering the third door, Feng Bujue started running in the corridor.  He ran very fast, and his silhouette was like a purple cheetah.  Skimming the hallway.  He knew well that he couldn't waste any more time in this same corridor.

    After the first twenty-three minutes of searching, he still couldn¡¯t find a bottle of potion.  Even after finding the potion, he would probably still have to spend time solving a few chainsaw door games.  That kind of game can be said to refresh the mind and strengthen the body. If played in reality, in addition to causing permanent disability and psychological shadow, there is a high probability of death.  And in Thrillerland.  Take the current scenario as an example, if you don't play it well, your survival value or time will be greatly damaged, or you may lose the Contra Medal.

    [Jazz Dance] was not exploded in the last scenario, which is a blessing among misfortunes for Feng Bujue. It has the magical effect of increasing running speed and reducing physical energy consumption. It can help him grab a lot of money at this time.  Time comes.

    "Eh?" Feng Bujue ran.  I saw a door popping up on one side of the corridor ahead, a wooden door that looked quite old.

    This is in the middle of the corridor. I don¡¯t know how long the road ahead is, but there are rooms in this corridor.  It's a bit unexpected. I thought these monotonous corridors were just passages that consume players' time, connecting different flag locations. Unexpectedly, there are actually some settings in this half of the corridor.

    Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door without hesitation and reached out to pull the doorknob.  He must go in.  What if there is a bottle of potion inside?  No one said that the potion must be at the end of the corridor, let alone whether there is an end to this corridor.  Whether or not there is a potion at the end is a question mark. It is as unknown as what will come out from behind the door in front of you.

    The door was opened, it was very quiet, there was no "squeaking" sound like the wood that Feng Bujue imagined.  It was very dark inside the house, and the light from the corridor was swallowed up by darkness when it reached the door.  Feng Bujue didn't rush in. He took out his flashlight and shined it inside to see clearly what was going on inside.

    This is an empty small room without any furniture. There are some empty cartons and large baskets piled in the corner. There is even a window in the room, but it is tightly sealed by an iron plate.  There were no other doors in the room and there was no carpet on the floor.  The floor was different from the corridor outside. It looked very worn and uneven, and there were some mottled marks that looked like they were caused by insects.

    It¡¯s hard to say what clues or items are hidden in this room, but one thing that is certain is that there is no one in it and there is no place for people to hide.

    Feng Bujue observed it for more than ten seconds, then stepped in.

    When he stepped through the door with both feet and was in this small room, a strong chill gripped him. It felt like standing in the ice and snow wearing a thin shirt in winter. This coldness  It's so real and it's definitely not caused by any psychological factors.

    "Hey what kind of air conditioner is this? It's still room temperature just one step outside the door" Feng Bujue wasn't afraid anyway, he was still talking to himself relaxedly.

    He raised his flashlight and was about to look around the corners to see the blind spots that were invisible outside the house. At this time, the door behind him moved on its own, just as quietly as when it was opened.On

    "Close the door again?" Feng Bujue seemed a little impatient with the situation of being shut down after entering a claustrophobic space. He turned around and grabbed the doorknob, turning it with all his strength, trying to open the door.

    The resultreally failed.

    After the door was closed, Feng Bujue felt as if he was behind bars, and the chill in the room became even stronger.  Feng Bujue couldn't resist the door, and he was still out of breath. The flashlight illuminated the bursts of white breath coming out of his mouth.

    "Okay, okay this is a time-wasting trap. You can only get out after solving the puzzle, right." Feng Bujue shook his head, turned around quickly, and began to search the house rather helplessly.

    He looked at the four corners and found that they were all normal and devoid of anything. Then he walked towards the few old cardboard boxes and empty baskets in the corner of the room. At this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly felt something

    He realized that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from above.

    Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, and at the same time moved the light of the flashlight upward, and then saw In the middle of the ceiling, there was a dark shadow formed by the air floating. Its shape was not very clear, and it seemed to be the shadow of a person.  Its body is close to the ceiling, as if it can isolate or engulf the light. When the bright light of the flashlight hits it, the aperture is separated around its body.

    Feng Bujue stared at this guy calmly, and it also looked down at Feng Bujue. This weird atmosphere didn't last long before the shadow gradually faded and disappeared

    Unexpectedly, about three seconds after it completely disappeared, suddenly, two blue beams of light shot from above, exactly where the shadow's eyes were.

    Any normal person standing here would be shocked, but Feng Bujue just stood there motionless, without even shaking his hands, and said feebly: "You're so startled you're quite lively.  ah¡­¡­"

    At this time, the shadow jumped down from above. Feng Bujue took a step back and easily avoided it. He took out the [one-hit killer gun], pointed at the opponent and said, "What do you want to do?"

    The shadow gradually became clear and real from a state of nothingness. He became a black humanoid figure, which looked like the murderers who were planted in Conan's hands, except that this guy's eyes were blue, and  There are also strange folds on his body, and blood-like liquid can be faintly seen flowing in the folds, as if this guy's blood vessels grow outside the body and are transparent.

    "Can you tell ghost stories?" The shadow spoke, sounding like a middle-aged man.

    "Youhahahahaha" Feng Bujue didn't know which nerve was wrong. He suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny. This sentence made him laugh. After about ten seconds, he  He barely controlled his emotions and said, "I'm warning you, I'm in a hurry."

    "Tell a ghost story." Shadow said again.

    Feng Bujue put down the gun. He was not worried that he would not be able to kill this guy with one hit, but he was just worried that if he killed this guy, he might be trapped in this room and unable to get out. "If I told you  Is there any benefit?" he asked.

    Even though it was such a seemingly simple and casual question, Feng Bujue actually considered it very carefully. He didn't ask "Can you let me out if I tell you?", but asked "What are the benefits?", so that the other party's answer would be  There are more possibilities.  If the flag of this room is to tell a story before opening the door, then no matter how you ask, it will be the same; but if after telling the ghost story, there are other benefits besides getting out, then you can know all the details in advance by asking.  award.

    ¡°If you can scare me, I¡¯ll let you out.¡± Shadow replied.

    "Then I'll kill you with one shot, and then go out, wouldn't it be easier?" Feng Bujue didn't raise his gun, he was just testing with words.

    "Hmm" The shadow was actually thinking, "Okay, if the story you tell scares me, I will not only let you out, but I will also send you directly to the "cell" at the end of this corridor. You were in  Run that way, right? It's a long road."

    With this said, Feng Bujue understood everything. He could defeat it with a gun and get out, but the time wasted here could not be recovered.  And to tell the story Although it still takes a few minutes to get in, you can reach the end of the corridor directly.  Maybe it can save some time. God knows how long the second half of the corridor is

    "Okay, let me tell you one thing." Feng Bujue seemed to be familiar with this matter. He used the light of the flashlight to shine on his face from bottom to top, and said in a sinister tone and deep voice:  "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver"

    Seeing this, I think everyone should understand why Feng Bujue is prohibited from contacting children

    ¡°¡­He often has to work late."One day, when he was passing a relatively unfamiliar road, he saw a woman in white waving to him in front of him" Feng Bujue chose a story that was not too long. Although with his skill as a storyteller, he wanted to tell a story.  A one-hour joke, or even composing a short horror novel and dictating it, is fine, but at this moment, he naturally kept the length as short as possible: "The driver didn't think much, he stopped the car.

    The woman opened the back door and sat in the car.  She seemed to weigh very little, and when she got into the car, the driver didn't feel any ups and downs in the car.  The driver asked her, ¡®Where are you going?  ¡¯ while moving his eyes to the rearview mirror"
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