"The family is surrounded by four walls. This is..." Feng Bujue walked into the house.
This long house is indeed very dilapidated. It is built of brick and wood structure. The beams and columns in the house are all made of wood. There are many cracks on the four walls, and there are traces of cement added in some places. It looks like it was done recently.
There is only one window in the house, about one meter wide, and it is a fence-type window, not a glass window. There is a simple crossbar above the window fence, and the curtains are hung on it. If the wind is blowing from the window into the house now
, the rainwater must have rushed in directly through the wooden fence.
The house is divided into two rooms, separated by a door frame and without a door panel. The room after entering the house can be regarded as the living room, which is only about ten square meters. The floor is made of wood, and there is a chest-high cabinet against the wall.
There is a round low table in the middle of the room, with three tatami mats next to it.
The ceiling board is relatively low, and in the middle is a light bulb hanging from a wire, which is glowing at the moment.
Feng Bujue walked to the next room and poked his head in to check. That room was narrower than the "living room". There was a mattress lying across the floor, taking up half of the space. There was also a wardrobe beside the door frame.
There is no light in the house, which means that when people who live in this house want to go to bed, they have to go to the outside room, turn off the lights first, and then walk in the dark to the mattress in the second room.
Lie down next to him.
Of course... there really isn't much furniture in this room, so theoretically you don't have to worry about bumping into something if you walk in the dark.
"That's too arrogant..." Feng Bujue closed the door and said to himself: "There is only electricity and no water...the toilets are all public." He had noticed it when he was outside the house.
In the courtyard outside this row of long houses, there is an outline similar to a telephone booth. It is probably a simple toilet.
The current mission is completed and the main mission has been updated
Before his butt was hot, the system prompt rang. Feng Bujue opened the menu and saw that the task of going home had been ticked, and the new task that appeared was: stay in the house until dawn.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked unhappy: "Do you still have to stay all night?"
At this time, there was a violent storm outside, with lightning and thunder. Although the curtains were drawn, gusts of cold wind still came in through the window grilles. There were shadows behind the curtains. I don't know if they were the shadows of branches moving in the wind, or there was something lingering outside...
...Although there is electricity in this room, the only thing that uses electricity is a light bulb. Let alone a TV, there is not even a radio. Even if Feng Bujue is not tortured by fear, he will be tortured by boredom... "I thought
Nightmare difficulty means that the difficulty of the battle becomes huge..." Feng Bujue came to the cabinet in the living room: "Is this the result..." He opened the door of the cabinet sideways and took a look. There was a cupboard in it.
A thermos, two teacups, and a teapot are all placed on a round wooden tray.
Because everything was in black and white, Feng Bujue couldn't tell the colors of these things. He tried to carry them, but the thermos was almost full, so he took them all out and put them on the low table.
Then he returned to the cabinet and found a small tube containing tea leaves on the upper floor. The word "tea" was written on the tube, but there was no other name, variety, or production date.
"Well...even though we have found temporary accommodation after a disaster, can we really live like this..." Feng Bujue said: "There is not even running water. If you want to use the toilet, you have to go outside. If you want to take a bath, you have to go to a public bathhouse.
We don’t even have bowls and chopsticks for eating... But even if there are, there is no way to wash the dishes after eating in this house." He washed the teapot and cups with water in the thermos bottle, then poured the water away and opened it.
He took a handful of tea leaves from the tube and put it into the teapot, brewed a pot of unknown drink, and poured himself a cup.
Since the equipment in the clothing column could not be changed in the script, that is, the clothes could not be taken off, so Feng Bujue had no choice but to wring out the water on the clothes as much as possible, then wear the wet clothes and wait for them to dry naturally.
At this moment, he brewed a pot of hot tea and held it in his hands, which at least relieved the coldness in his body.
"Greatly reduce the information and clues given, and set up many flags that trigger death, and make a fuss about the level of horror... This is the tone of the nightmare difficulty." Feng Bujue thought to himself: "Some seemingly inadvertent
The choice you make may lead to catastrophe." He thought about the experience just now, and then he realized with hindsight: "If I say the wrong thing or show fear, I'm afraid the cracked woman will kill me in seconds.
Yes. And so is the monster on the telephone pole..."
He looked up at the direction of the window. It was still raining heavily outside: "It seems that there is no time and space limit, but if you really ignore the main mission and go out to explore, you might just trigger some flag on the street and die.
, Judging from the world view of this script, one must have strong spiritual combat capabilities in order to gain a certain degree of freedom...otherwise it would be difficult to say."
Taking another sip of hot tea, he murmured: "Be calm and follow the main line... I guess the most you can do is be frightened continuously. In terms of combat, you shouldn't be in a desperate situation." He put down the tea cup, "But... it's really boring.
Oh, do you want me to sleep in the script? There isn’t even a newspaper in this room..."
"oh--"
Suddenly, there was a strange sound.
"Uh-uh-"
Then there were two more sounds, long and drawn out, sounding like the voice of an old witch.
The sound came from the wall, that is, from the "neighbor's" house.
"What kind of trouble are you going to make..." Feng Bujue turned his face to that side and said, "It's windy and rainy... you're dancing to the Great God in the house?"
Feng Bujue thought about it for a while, this situation should be part of the main plot, and he should make some reaction.
"Hey - that guy over there, are you okay?" He yelled in the direction of the wall.
Then, the voice stopped abruptly.
"What's going on...hanging up?" Feng Bujue was sitting cross-legged on the floor. When he heard the sudden silence on the other side, he put his hands and knees on the ground and moved to the wall as quietly as possible. He raised his ears and leaned against the wall.
Listen against the wall again.
Creaking - it was the sound of the door, followed by footsteps. It sounded like the guy next door opened the door and walked out of the house.
"You're not going to knock on my door, are you?" Feng Bujue moved behind the door of his house again, but from this side he could only hear the sound of wind and rain outside. He waited for a while, but the other party didn't knock on the door, but
He didn't hear anyone coming to his door.
Feng Bujue was not afraid anyway, so he planned to open the door to see what was going on with this neighbor. He stood up, holding a pipe wrench in one hand, and slowly turned the doorknob with the other hand, and slowly opened the door a crack.
