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- [Crazy Bujue, Level 27]
¡¾Please select the game mode you want to join. ¡¿
¡¾You have chosen the single-player survival mode (nightmare), please confirm. ¡¿
¡¾Confirmed, the script is being generated¡¿
¡¾Loading starts, please wait. ¡¿
"Welcome to the horror paradise." The familiar lines sounded again.
¡¾Loading completed, you are currently in single-player survival mode (nightmare). ¡¿
¡¾This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance of side/hidden tasks and a special world view appearing. ¡¿
¡¾Reward for clearing the scenario: randomly draw a puzzle card. ¡¿
¡¾The script introduction will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is completed. ¡¿
The moment the opening CG started, there was this sound, which seemed to be the sound of an object rubbing against the floor.
The picture in front of Feng Bujue was pitch black at first. After a few seconds, just like opening his eyelids, a gap opened in the middle of the picture and expanded, allowing him to gradually see the scene in front of him clearly.
The picture was very blurry. There was a short and thin figure in front of him. Judging from the outline, it was a man. He was wearing a blood-stained shirt and overalls, walking in front of Feng Bujue.
And Feng Bujue, or rather the role played by Feng Bujue at this moment, was lying on the ground, and the figure from behind was grabbing one of his feet and dragging him through a long corridor.
"Don't worryeverything will be finethere must be something wrongI will find a way" the figure from behind said to himself.
Feng Bujue is unconscious at the moment and cannot control the movement of the camera, because this is still the opening CG stage, and he is only watching an event experienced by others from a first-person perspective.
About thirty seconds later, the figure stopped in front of an iron door at the end of the corridor, and then there was a slight sound of metal collision.
The door opened. Feng Bujue watched helplessly as he was dragged into a cell-like room. The screen shook twice, and finally it was pointed at the ceiling.
Then, there was the sound of the short man leaving the room and locking the door. Until he walked out of the door, he was still reciting those words over and over again.
¡¾Important note: Items of type "consumables" cannot be used in this script, nor can equipment and tools driven by consumables (ammunition, batteries, etc.) be used. ¡¿
"Wtf?" Feng Bujue cursed in his heart: "You didn't even tell me half of the plot synopsis, but you told me such a harsh restriction first?"
He scolded it too early, because the next second, the script officially started.
There is no synopsis at all
Feng Bujue¡¯s gaze immediately overlapped with the last scene of the opening CG. He lay on the ground, facing the ceiling.
The moment he gained mobility and consciousness, he felt a heart-piercing pain all over his body. This painful feeling is simply unbelievable, as if every bone in the body is broken, the surface of the skin is burned over a large area, and there are countless bugs crawling under the skin
Of course, the painful feeling of system simulation has been weakened, as mentioned above. The player's ultimate pain will not exceed the intensity of hitting the finger with a hammer, otherwise there will be a risk of coma.
However, although the intensity of pain is limited, it is still very rich in form. Not to mention how wonderful it is when feelings like those described above happen to you. In reality, Feng Bujue had never experienced this kind of physical feeling. Even though he was a person with extremely strong endurance, he felt an urge to push forward at this moment.
¡¾The main mission has been triggered¡¿
¡¾Find a way to stop the loss of survival points¡¿
Feng Bujue heard the system prompt. He immediately opened the taskbar and checked the contents of the task. At the same time, he also discovered that the survival value was decreasing at a rate of 1% per second.
¡°What kind of script is this!¡± Feng Bujue gritted his teeth and sat up. Just this movement sent a burning sensation down his entire spine, and the muscles in his back and arms also felt numb.
He quickly began to observe the surrounding environment, and despite the interference of pain, he forced himself to concentrate and keep his brain running at a high speed.
In this scenario, consumables cannot be used, which means that Feng Bujue cannot use blood bottles to restore blood. Fortunately, he went to the mall to buy five bottles of survival value supplements (medium) before entering the script, but the result was in vain.
Even theoretically speaking, Feng Bujue only has less than one minute and forty seconds to complete this first task. Once this time is exceeded, this will become his last task.
¡°The way to stop¡the way to stop¡±"" Feng Bujue repeated this sentence repeatedly, which allowed him to concentrate better.
He first glanced at the entire cell. There were no windows in the cell, only one door. The door was made of iron, with a small iron window above it. The light from the corridor shone in from there, covering most of the cell in a hazy light. There is a rectangular horizontal opening under the iron door, which can just fit in to deliver food. The four walls of the room are made of stone walls, which are full of thickness, while the floor and ceiling are made of cement. There was a very simple bed placed against the wall, and the sheets were so stained with blood that the original color could not be seen clearly. There were no pillows or bedding on the bed, and the four legs of the bed were not high from the ground. There was barely room for a person to lie under the bed. The bed's frame was made of iron and was welded to the wall, making it impossible to move.
In the farthest corner from the door, there is a large blue plastic bucket. Judging from the smell emanating from it, that thing is probably the toilet.
In another corner of the room, there was a small wooden cabinet about one meter high with three drawers from top to bottom. As soon as Feng Bujue saw the cabinet, he rushed over without saying a word.
In this case, no matter what is in these three drawers, the player has to open it before talking about it.
In the top drawer, there is a dirty piece of soap. Although it is dirty, in terms of shape, this soap is very complete. It is a very standard rectangle, as if it had just been taken out of the mold.
The emergence of this thing is actually a bit unclear. There was no running water in the room, and all the feces and urine were put in plastic buckets, so naturally there was no faucet to get water. What do you want the prisoner to do by putting a bar of soap here? Wash your hands with saliva?
Feng Bujue didn¡¯t have time to read the description of the item carefully, so he put it on the top of the small wooden cabinet and then went to open the second drawer.
The drawer in the middle is more interesting. Inside is a candle, white, about fifteen centimeters, slightly thicker than a finger.
"What the hellwe were given soap but no tap water, and we were given candles but no matchesthere's nothing like this in Chainsaw, right?" Feng Bujue said, putting the candle on top of the cabinet, and then went to open it. Third drawer.
The drawer at the bottom is very sharp. It contains a small wooden comb.
"Hahahehe" Feng Bujue laughed dryly a few times. At this time, he had almost forgotten, or had adapted to the pain in his body. Compared with this discomfort, the three things he discovered during the process of solving the puzzle made his balls hurt even more.
"Okay there is no prompt, so in this situation, what do you want me to do" Feng Bujue thought.
Time, exactly one minute has passed, Feng Bujue¡¯s survival value is still 39%, and he still has thirty-eight seconds to think about it.
"Players cannot take off their clothes in the script, so we can rule out the possibility of using candles to explode their anus" Feng Bujue touched his chin and said, "Eat soap? Eat candles?" His eyes moved to the bucket. : "Or eating shit?" He shook his head: "There is no inevitable connection between these behaviors and stopping the loss of survival points."
Thinking of this, his eyes returned to the comb in his hand. "Since I can't think of a logically related method, let's use all the props one by onestart with the simplest ones first." He said, using The little comb combed his hair twice.
Unexpectedly, before the second comb was finished, the system prompt rang.
¡¾Current mission completed, main mission has been updated¡¿
The loss of survival points actually stopped. Feng Bujue's health volume was now 26%. At the beginning of the script, it was less than 30%. I'm afraid this is the first time.
There was a check mark next to the previous item [Find a way to stop the loss of survival points], and a new instruction appeared in the taskbar: [Escape the room]
"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked at the comb in his hand: "Although I don't have to try to eat all kinds of strange things, it's too" Halfway through his words, he suddenly discovered something. He took the small wooden comb When he came to his eyes, he looked closer and found two very small letters engraved on the handle of the comb: a.a
"Hmmit seems to be a limited edition." Feng Bujue said half-jokingly.
He took three items, walked to the bed and sat down. He put all three items on the bed, picked them up one by one, and looked at them carefully.
With the completion of the task just now, the pain on Feng Bujue's body suddenly lightened up. Although he still felt a little dull pain, it was much more comfortable than at the beginning. To use an analogy, it was the difference between hanging himself and wearing a neck brace. ¡
He looked at it for five or six minutes. There was nothing special about the soap. There was no pattern on the surface and the smell was not very fragrant. It felt like the most primitive kind of laundry soap. Candles are also very ordinary candles. These two piecesThere is no engraving on the items.
"Hmmis this the only special comb" He picked up the small wooden comb again and looked at it from all directions. In addition to the a.a words he just saw, he made another discoverythis one The remaining hair on the comb is golden and looks like short hair.
"The short man who dragged me in earlier had brown hair" Feng Bujue recalled and muttered: "Did other prisoners in this cell use it before"
He was thinking, and his eyes were moving slowly. When his eyes swept to the wall next to the bed, he made a new discovery
"Ha, it seems that a lot of people have been detained here" (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go and read.) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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