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    These two holes are generally circular in shape with irregular edges.

    Feng Bujue looked inside with a kerosene lamp and found that there was a pillow-sized space inside the wall. There was nothing inside, but there seemed to be writing on the wooden boards on the wall behind it.

    He used a pipe wrench to knock off the wooden board between the two holes to expand it into a large hole. Then he put the kerosene lamp in and poked his head in, but he still couldn't see the writing on the wall clearly.

    Only the top two of those words were translated, which read [spell], while the following lines were as tiny as fly wings and looked like just a few black lines.

    Feng Bujue immediately understood that he had to use a [magnifying glass] here.

    He withdrew his head from the wall without looking around. He just raised the magnifying glass and scanned the content. Sure enough, the next second, he could see the translation of these words from the menu, even from a distance.  No problem.

    ¡¾Hakunamatatafrom now onno worrieshakuna, matata!  Simple and easy to remembersing onfrom now onyou don't have to worry anymoredon't have to leave it to fatehakunamatata]

    There is a sentence similar to the annotation after this line of words: An ancient and magical African proverb, always try and always succeed.

    Feng Bujue finished reading these contents and threw the magnifying glass to the ground: "What a scam! You're amazing sister! You're going to go crazy if this kind of content suddenly appears in such a curious, dark and disgusting script!"

    Africa, your uncle!  Africa has nothing to do with this place!  He told me seriously about the "barrier controlled by a spell", but it turned out that he used an African proverb to crack it!

    By the way, what kind of plane was that in that plot just now?  If I close the door to prevent that guy from coming in, what kind of prompt will I receive next?  After I open the door, there will be a wild boar and a meerkat singing a song and leading me to the second floor!

    What kind of script is this?  The scenes are blind, the sound effects are deaf, and there is a smell like shit everywhere you go The meaning of the world view setting is unclear, there are many heavy flavor settings, the puzzles are crazy, and the rules of solving the puzzles change at any time.  The tips given are more nonsensical than the last!  "

    He roared for a while, then gasped for a while, and cursed a lot of unpleasant words. It seemed that hakunamatata stimulated him too much

    Ten minutes later, he regained his composure, packed up, came to the stairs on the second floor, and read the words he just said.

    The magic circle flickered and floated a few times, and then there was a sound of glass being broken, a few seconds later.  The wall of corpses piled up collapsed like an avalanche

    Feng Bujue thought that after the spell was lifted, all the things blocking his way would disappear, but he didn't expect it to happen like this.

    He was buried underneath, cursed: "Madfakr! (Please translate into English)" and then climbed out.  He was really lucky that he had the facial gear and chose to show it.  Otherwise, the disgustingness of the smell alone would make him yell out ten such curse words in a row.

    In any case, the passage to the second floor has been opened.  At least it's progress.

    Feng Bujue adjusted his mood, sang the spell just now to the melody, and walked up the stairs.

    The arrangement of rooms on the second floor is slightly different from that on the first floor, directly above the foyer.  It became a room with a door, and the other rooms were roughly the same location and area.

    The doors to those rooms were all closed, and Feng Bujue was not in a hurry to explore. He first followed the blood stains on the ground.  Just to see where the synthetic man went, he came directly to the room directly above the hall.

    The shape of this door is different from all the other doors in this room, with two door panels close together.  All are made of metal.  Even a layman can tell that this is a very expensive metal, completely different from the cheap, rusty iron door on the underground 2f.  The door is more than two and a half meters tall, with its upper edge close to the roof and its width almost as wide as the corridor.

    "Hmphthis sizeis it really designed to allow monsters to come in and out" Feng Bujue said, then stretched out his hands, grabbed the two handles on the door and pulled it a few times, "  Well, it really can¡¯t be opened.¡±

    He also guessed that rooms like this can only be entered in the later stages of the game.  So, he returned to the stairs and started searching from the room closest to the stairs.

    At this time, Feng Bujue did not have a "death warning" status, so he could not rule out the possibility of "opening the door to kill". Therefore, he carefully and slowly opened the door, took out the iron bar from his bag again, and went to  Test the room for traps.

    After he finished doing this, he mentioned?Deng walked in.

    In front of you is a bedroom, which looks quite neat.  The bed was clean, and the sheets and quilts were folded; there were photo frames on the bedside table, and two wardrobes stood against the wall.  Like downstairs, the windows were closed and it was dark outside.  There is a small flowerpot on the windowsill. There is nothing in it but soil. There are two reasonable speculations: first, the plant inside has turned into soil; second, the plant inside has mutated into some kind of animal and then left on its own.  Already

    Feng Bujue went straight to the bedside table and picked up the photo frame.  In the photo frame, there is another faded and yellowed photo. This time it is of three people, two young men in their fifteenth or sixteenth year old, and a mother in her forties.

    Like what happened in the study, Feng Bujue looked at the photo for a few seconds, and an image appeared in time.

    The lightning outside the window showed that it was a thunderstorm night.

    In this room, a brown-haired boy is sitting on a chair next to the bed, and a woman is lying on the bed, with a pale face and sunken eye sockets.  The two held hands tightly, and there were tears in the woman's eyes.

    "Arthurthere is something, mother must tell you"

    "I know." Arthur replied: "I am from the Xing tribe, and I wasadopted"

    Hearing this, the mother was silent for a few seconds: "No, you are my child, even if you are not my biological child, but"

    "Stop it, Mom, you don't have to say this. Of course I am your child, and I will always be." Arthur held his mother's hand tightly.

    "You are very smart and strong. Mom is very confident about you. You can always take care of yourself." The mother sighed: "But your brother is too kind and too weak. He"

    "Don't worry, Mom, I only have one brother." Arthur interrupted: "I will definitely take good care of him." He said, lowering his head, as if he was in grief.

    Another bolt of lightning flashed across, and at this moment, the screen showed a close-up of the corner of Arthur's mouth.

    He is actually smiling
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