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    On the wall where the bed is leaning, there are many faint carvings, all of which are carved with the same thing four parallel vertical lines, plus a diagonal line drawn on these four lines.

    This is usually a mark used by interned people to count the days.  If they were Chinese, they might have the word "Õý" carved on them, but the walls in front of them were all painted with four vertical and one diagonal markings.

    "Well there are no less than six people who have carved marks on the wall" Feng Bujue's eyes wandered over the marks and he muttered.

    It is not difficult to come to this conclusion. Although it is just a line, the depth, length, and angle of each person's carving are different.  Moreover, in order to prevent confusion with the marks engraved by others, the marks engraved by each person are separated by a certain distance from the marks of others.

    "If you want to leave carvings on such a stone wall, you can't do it with nails. You need tools." Feng Bujue knelt down on the bed, close to the wall, and touched and felt the marks with his palms: "These  Everyone uses the same thing" He looked around the room again: "And that thing is not in this room at the moment" An answer appeared in his mind in a second: "Is it tableware?  ¡­¡±

    He carefully scanned the four walls, ceiling, and floor of the entire room, "Well all the scratches are on the wall next to the bed, and there are none elsewhere"

    "Suppose they can only get the tableware when eating, and after eating, they must return the tableware and the plate together, otherwise they will be punished." Feng Bujue analyzed: "Then the time when these marks were carved is  Their meal time" He turned his attention to those carvings again: "Because he was sitting on the bed to eat, so after eating, did he carve it next to him"

    "That's not right!" Feng Bujue immediately rejected this speculation.

    He quickly came to the iron gate and first looked outside through the iron window above.  The corridor outside the door is paved with wooden floors and stone walls on both sides. The ceiling height is slightly higher than that in this room.  At the angle between the wall and the ceiling, a fluorescent tube is installed at every other section.  Looking out from the cell.  There was nothing of note within the visual range, and the area twenty meters away was dark and difficult to distinguish.

    After roughly looking around for a few seconds, Feng Bujue immediately lay down on the ground to observe the rectangular opening under the iron door. He almost pressed his face against it, sniffed the smell with his nose, and finally touched it with his hand.  At the edge of the opening, he licked his fingers againand then stood up with satisfaction.

    "Food has been stained on the upper and lower edges of the food delivery port, indicating that someone is indeed using this port to pass food in." He cast his gaze to the corner of the room farthest from him, "And the bucket for excretion is placed  The corner on the other side of the room" He returned to the bed.  He thought: "The prisoner's range of activities obviously covers the entire room he can go to the door to get food, and he can also go to the corner of the room on the other side for convenience. If these marks are carved with tableware, they can be carved on any side  On the wall.¡±

    "Then assuming there is no such thing as tableware" Feng Bujue stood up again, standing in the middle of the room, doing Kudo Shinichi's signature move, holding his elbow with one hand and his chin with the other.

    He looked at the door, as if he was replaying fragments of the past.  In the picture in his mind, there was only one piece of bread being passed through the opening.  and a plastic dish of soup.

    "Hmm It's probably more likely that there are no tableware." Feng Bujue turned his attention to the marks on the wall again: "Okay, then what are these carved with? And they must be engraved on this wall  "

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The answer is right in front of you.

    An idea flashed in his mind, and a smile appeared on Feng Bujue's lips.  He took a step forward, lifted up the sheets (note: the sheets and the mattress on this bed are the same thing), and saw what he was looking for.

    This bed is a whole, and no part can be separated.  All four legs were welded to the ground.  The frame of the bed is entirely made of iron, and the bed boards are not wooden boards, but metal springs intertwined together.

    But in these springs.  Several of them have broken. Although these metal springs cannot be completely pulled away from the bed board, you can hold the broken end and bend it to the wall to carve marks.

    "No wonder the carvings are all on the wall next to the bed, and they are all below a certain height. Due to the pulling force at the other end of the spring bars, they cannot write stably and can only barely carve straight lines." Feng Bujuehua  After five minutes, I guessed the origin of the scratches.  For him, this process of observing the environment, collecting information, reasoning and solving problems was simply endless pleasure which made him forget all about the faint pain in his body.

    "This room has no windows, so you can't see??At sunrise and sunset, the people imprisoned here have to judge how many days have passed They must rely on their feelings, biological clocks, and the number of times people outside bring them meals as evidence.  Feng Bujue paced back and forth: "And this marking tool is not easy to find" He said thoughtfully: "Hmm It seems that there are far more than six people who have been imprisoned in this room."  indivual.  However, among the many prisoners, there were only six or seven who were relatively calm-minded and had clear thoughts, and they did not give up on survival.  "

    "The carvings all stopped on the ninth day, which means that these people have not stayed here for more than ten days. When they saw the marks carved by their predecessors, they should also be able to infer that on the tenth day, or the ninth day  Something will definitely happen at night. Judging from the current atmosphere, there is a 1% chance of being released, a 1% chance of changing rooms, and the remaining 98% of being killed" Feng Bujue snorted coldly: "Humph.   Even so, all they can do is record the number of days they have been imprisoned on the wall."

    He walked to the wall and leaned on his height. "Without a plot synopsis, I can't be sure whether I am playing Crazy Bujue or someone else Well I seem to be about the same height." He put his hand down.  He leaned against the wall at a height parallel to his head, and then visually checked, it should be about 1.8 meters, "The clothes are my own, the luggage column" He then glanced at the game menu and the flashlight in the luggage column.  , scp500, Miss Moxxi¡¯s bad temper, and survival value supplements all turned gray and became unable to be taken out. "Tchas expected." He said unhappily.

    "Okay let me think about it the guy dragging 'me' in the opening CG is only less than 1.7 meters tall, but he can drag a 1.8 meter adult with one hand." Feng Bubu  Jue speculated on the strength of the boss: "It must be more powerful than ordinary people At least in terms of strength, it is similar to a level 27 player like me. If that guy controls the food of these prisoners and makes them eat only one meal a day, then he  It is completely possible to suppress all the prisoners here without using weapons."

    Feng Bujue walked to the door: "What kind of person would be responsible for such a prison game a murderer, a sadist, a cannibal, a mad scientist" Combined with the only words the boss had at the beginning of the film  After a few words of dialogue, Feng Bujue tapped his palm with his fist: "Yes, scientist."

    "Those words he said were he talking to me? Or were he talking to himself?" Feng Bujue thought: "Or, were he talking to me as well as to himself?"

    While he was talking, he grabbed the iron grating of the small window above the iron door and tried to pull and push it a few times. The door just made a clanking sound, so it was obvious that the door was locked.

    There are no door handles on either side of the iron door.  There is only a keyhole, and because there is a small window at the top, the door can be pulled without a handle.

    Feng Bujue squatted down again and looked into the keyhole. This was of course meaningless

    "Escape from the room Haha" Feng Bujue confirmed the task content in the task bar: "Since it is a script for the advanced stage of the game, and it is a single-player nightmare, it must be tailor-made for me.  There is no need to think about using brute force to break through the iron door. So, I just want to find a way to open the lock"

    He took out the pipe wrench.  A blanket search began.  Starting next to the door, he tapped lightly on the walls and floor inch by inch, trying to find if there were any mechanisms or mezzanines. He even didn't miss the corners behind small wooden cabinets and plastic barrels.  I was stunned to move these two things away and inspect them carefully.

    As a result, nothing was found

    So he started tearing the sheets off.  This sheet is quite thick.  But the thing stuffed inside was not rotten cotton or goose feathers, but rags.  It looks like it was cut up from some old clothes, and comes in various colors and materials.

    Feng Bujue found nothing in the sheets except rags, sohe put all the rags on the ground and tried to sort them

    ¡°He made different sortings according to color, material, and even area, but the results were meaningless. It seemed that there was no pattern to follow among these rags.  However, he still refused to give up and actually tried to use these colorful strips of cloth to complete a puzzle

    After sitting on the ground and playing for half an hour, Feng Bujue finally gave up. After some attempts that were impossible for a normal person to do, he came to the conclusion that a normal person would make in a few seconds: This is what a normal person would do.  Just a pile of useless rags.

    "Hey it's a waste of life, a pile of rubbish. Even if you weave these rags into ropes, there's still no place to hang yourself in this room." Feng Bujue laughed at himself: "Where else could the key be hidden?" He said.  First he looked at the small wooden cabinet: "The three drawers of this cabinet are empty." He then looked at the blue plastic bucket: "That bucket there was nearly three inches of urine and feces accumulated at the bottom, and the keys were hidden.  The possibility is not impossible" He swallowed: "The bottom of the barrel is too??, it is very inconvenient to bend down and get in to find it.  But what if I empty out the contents of the bucket and find nothing, this place"

    He wanted to get the weird thoughts out of his mind, so he came to the small wooden cabinet first.  This time he simply pulled out all three drawers from the cabinet and placed them on the floor.  Then he laid the small wooden cabinet horizontally on the ground and reached in to explore. Unfortunately, he found nothing but dust.  After tapping it carefully, I couldn't find any settings such as a hidden box.

    The three drawers are now placed side by side on the floor. The wooden board is only a little thick, and it is known that there cannot be a mezzanine without checking. Solving the puzzle has once again reached a dead end.

    "Is it really hidden in shit It's too much" Feng Bujue turned his head and took a deep look at the plastic bucket in the corner of the room, "What kind of script is this? It's too pressing"

    He suddenly had another idea: "Hey! If I pour the contents of the bucket into three drawers, it won't be all over the floor The drawers are shallow and easy to find."

    Thinking of this, he was really ready to do it.  He immediately stood up, carrying a drawer and walked towards the plastic bucket.  Fortunately, at this moment, his eyes caught something.

    "Oh!" Feng Bujue picked up the drawer and looked at the bottom of the drawer, "Hahahahahaha!" After laughing wildly for a while, he turned the other two drawers upside down.

    It turns out that the bottom of these three drawers.  Each has a word written in blood.  Feng Bujue arranged them according to their up and down positions when inserted in the wooden cabinet. The information he got was: the top drawer said "bed" on the back, the middle drawer said "key", and the bottom drawer said "  bracket".

    "The key is hidden" Feng Bujue suddenly turned around and looked at the bed again. He walked over and started tapping here and there with a pipe wrench, and soon discovered something fishy.

    On the outer side of the bed, the horizontal bracket parallel to the bed board is hollow.  And the one against the wall is solid.  Feng Bujue started from one end of the bed, from bottom to top, and knocked on the bracket inch by inch. Finally, when he hit the middle section, he heard movement inside.

    "You actually hid the key in a place like thisdid someone find it for you?" Feng Bujue cursed.

    In fact, he has nothing to complain about. Isn¡¯t there a prompt written on the back of the drawer? You can only confirm the location by prompting. Otherwise, who would know that it is in a place like this

    Bang bang bang bang, knock and twist.  There is not even a dent in this iron bed.

    "What do you mean?" Feng Bujue said: "A sophisticated pipe wrench won't be damaged at all even if you knock it on. Are you trying to hint to me that there's a chainsaw hidden in that dung bucket?"

    He sat cross-legged on the ground, finished cosplaying Kudo Shinichi, and now started to learn how to hold back ideas

    "Yes!" Feng Bujue really had an idea.

    He had the mentality that he wouldn¡¯t get pregnant even if he tried.  I used [Not So Hasty Repair] on that bed once, and unexpectedly the skill failed With a 60% success rate at Level D of Equipment Specialization and [Ice Warlock's Persistence], all active skills were successfully activated.  Even with a 10% bonus, he still failed

    This made Feng Bujue begin to doubt whether his idea was wrong.

    However, the 200 physical fitness points were wasted.  We can't let him back down yet.  Anyway, this skill has no CD, so he used it again immediately.  This time, the skill was successfully used.  The look of the bed changed.

    "Sure enough! This is counted as a mechanical creation!" Feng Bujue was overjoyed. Although this bed, which is made of pure metal and cannot be disassembled, seems to have a simple and clear structure, it is reasonable to classify it as a mechanical creation.  Because there is only one mechanism on it.

    Just like the communication equipment that Feng Bujue repaired in Shenyou Village, this bed is also the kind of object whose properties cannot be observed from the game menu, but can be repaired.  After Feng Bujue used his skills to restore it to [normal] quality, all the rust on the bed disappeared, and the partially broken and warped springs on the bed board were restored to their original positions.

    The most critical change lies in the two ends of the bracket on the outside, that is, the two junction points where the iron bar connects the head and foot of the bed.  There are two more metal machine wedges there. The two original parts have been rusted and smoothed, and their outlines can no longer be seen at all.  But at this time, Feng Bujue can activate them by lifting them with a pipe wrench.

    Then, after working for a few minutes, he successfully removed the metal bracket from the bed.

    Without the bed, the bracket becomes a two-meter-long hollow iron rod.  Every boy, when holding a similar gadget, will have the urge to imitate a certain monkey. For some reason, this passion has not subsided even after adulthood. I wonder if it will disappear when I am not as good as middle-aged  ¡­

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?After hearing this, Feng Bujue erected the hollow support and tapped it on the ground twice.  I thought the key would fall down the hollow tube, but when I took the stick away, nothing fell out.

    "Yeah" Feng Bujue picked up the iron rod, closed one eye, and looked inside with the other eye. He could see a little light coming from the other end. There was indeed a very small thing in the middle of the stick.  The outline of the object should be the key, but for some reason, this thing just won't fall out.

    Feng Bujue tried turning the stick over again to see if there would be any reaction if he moved it down from the other end. The result was still the same, it couldn't fall out.  He became so angry that he sat on the ground, held a stick across his side, and banged it with a pipe wrench When he picked it up, he found that the key's position had not changed.

    "What kind of setting is thisit will move when you hit it through the pipe, which means it is not fixed or welded to the inner wall, but it won't pour out when the pipe is erected" He confirmed again and again that the metal bracket was not fixed or welded to the inner wall.  There is no such thing as being narrow at both ends and wide in the middle. "This is just the first puzzle. Is it necessary to go to this levelwhat else do you want from me?"

    This soliloquy of "What else do you want from me?" suddenly inspired Feng Bujue.

    "Wait, could it be" He thought as he reached into his jacket pocket.  The soaps, candles, and numbers from before were all carelessly stored inside.

    "So far in solving the puzzle, leaving aside the reasoning part In actual operation, my skill [Not-so-Sloppy Repair] and the equipment [Mario's Pipe Wrench] are both necessary. Without these two, it would be impossible.  We have reached this point." Feng Bujue said: "Since the system is a script designed to stump me, then"

    At this time, he took out the [Anti-Gravity Ejector] from his bag. This item did not turn gray, so

    Feng Bujue pressed the grab button of the ejector to levitate the candle, and then adjusted the candle to a suitable angle with his hands.  Then, he stuffed one end of the candle into one end of the hollow bracket, and sure enough it fit perfectly and just fit in.

    "Well, designing the puzzle this way also has certain advantages. At least when I solve it, I can easily know that I am right" Feng Bujue said and pressed the launch button.
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