The sound did not come from the direction Feng Bujue passed by, but from the side he had not yet explored.
Just as the low groan passed, the sound of footsteps followed.
Bang, bang, bang...
This is not the sound of ordinary footsteps, but the sound of bare feet stepping on the ground.
"Yeah~ This is the barefoot guy who came to mess with me wearing shoes..." Feng Bujue knew that something was going to happen just by hearing this sound.
In a nightmare difficulty scenario, especially in a setting that limits the player's abilities, being attacked by a monster... is very likely to be fatal.
Even players who have no experience in the nightmare game know this, let alone an experienced player like Feng Bujue who comes to the nightmare difficulty every two days.
Therefore, even though Brother Jue now has weapons at his disposal, his first choice is still to hide.
"Well... grab something handy first." At that moment, Feng Bujue quickly glanced at the cart and grabbed a weapon.
[Name: scalpel]
[Type: Weapon]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Attack power: medium]
[Attribute: None]
[Special effects: none]
[Equipment conditions: General specialization e, or medical specialization]
[Can the script be brought out: Yes]
[Remarks: Long No. 3 handle, No. 22 blade.]
Under the premise that there is no equipment and no physical bonus, this ordinary quality, lightweight, edged weapon is still very good.
Of course, according to Feng Bujue’s self-arranged “Echelon of Ordinary Melee Weapons”, things like scalpels can only be considered at the bottom of T2... Ranked above them are baseball bats, golf clubs, folding stools,
Watermelon knife, etc.; for t3, it is kitchen knives, bricks, thumbs, hammers, etc.; for t4, it is frozen meat, scissors, wine bottles, shoe soles, walking sticks, and pans. As for those that can enter t1
We all know what that artifact is...a chainsaw, no explanation.
Bang, bang, bang...
The footsteps became more and more urgent and closer.
Feng Bujue glanced around and saw that there was really no place to hide in this room... The cabinets in the room were all too small, even primary school students couldn't hide in them; the mechanical equipment was not big enough to create any blind spots for sight.
Even if you want to find a corner to squat down, it won't work.
Looking around, I can only go behind the curtain...
So Feng Bujue decisively opened the curtain. Then, he saw a hospital bed; on the hospital bed, there was a head and a foot.
Let's talk about the foot first...the foot is no longer moving, because the fluorescent fluid in the foot has almost flowed out, and "it" is just placed on the bed, like an ordinary organ that has been removed.
However, that head... is still "alive".
"It" was fixed to the bedside bracket by several belts, and several tubes of different thicknesses and materials were connected under the neck, and those tubes were connected to several devices beside the bed. One of them was covered with
The transparent shell has a rubber pump inside that is rising and falling regularly. It seems to be an "artificial lung"; there is another one with a similar principle. But it is not filled with air, but with fluorescent liquid...
When Feng Bujue opened the curtain, he found that the head's eyes were already staring in his direction. It could be seen that... the head had long been aware of the presence of someone outside the curtain.
"Have the vision and hearing not disappeared yet..." Feng Bujue glanced at the other end and thought, "I don't know if he can still think, and I don't know if he is hostile to me... However, he has lost his vocal cords.
Even if I want to expose my position, it will be difficult for this guy."
While he was thinking about it, a "bang" sound suddenly came from behind. There was no doubt that this was the "barefoot" guy who pushed the door open and came in...
Then, there was silence for ten seconds.
Feng Bujue slipped under the bed in a blink of an eye. Even without looking, he knew that the person who came in was currently scanning the room.
Bang, bang... Ten seconds later, the footsteps sounded again, heading straight towards the bed.
Hiss
The curtain was roughly opened, and a pair of skinny feet appeared in Brother Jue's sight.
It was a pair of somewhat deformed feet. Not only were they skin and bones, but they also seemed to have been bitten by some animal. Several areas of the skin on the feet had disappeared, revealing dense white bones... The toes of the two feet were also staggered.
In a twisted state, it maintains the balance of the entire foot in a strange way...
If possible, Brother Jue really wants to see the other person's whole body, but unfortunately, from the angle he is at, he can only see these feet. If he wants to look up, he has to stick his head forward...that way
The risk is too great and not worth it.
"Uh." The barefoot brother stood beside the bed and groaned again, and then... sniffed twice, like a hound sniffing out traces of prey.
Fortunately, the smell of disinfectant in this room is very strong. Unless it is something with a strong smell like feces, the smell of other things can be easily masked.
"Haha...haha..." For some reason, the barefoot brother suddenly laughed twice after smelling it for a while. His laughter sounded like someone who smoked industrial waste gas as cigarettes every day and had been smoking for decades.
Lao Pao'er, that hoarse voice from smoking and drinking... makes everyone who listens want to spit out immediately.
After laughing a few times, the barefoot brother turned around and walked away. When he walked a little further, Feng Bujue nodded slightly forward while ensuring that he had not left the shadow range.
At this time, Brother Jue could clearly see the monster's body below the ribs... Generally speaking, those guys were like mummies; not only were their collarbones erect and their skin shriveled, but there were also many parts of their bodies that were torn and exposed.
Perhaps for the sake of harmony, this shirtless monster still wears a pair of cropped trousers underneath.
The bottom part is one-point pants, if only the hem is torn, it is nine-point pants, and so on)...
With the sound of pushing the door panel, the monster walked out...
This barefoot guy came and went in a hurry. From entering the room to opening the door and leaving, it took less than a minute.
However, this minute is undoubtedly a quite terrifying experience for the person hiding under the bed...
The tension of being discovered at any time...
The kind of fear that makes the blood run cold all over the body...
The kind of depression that makes your heart almost jump out of your throat, but you don't even dare to breathe...
"Well... we headed towards the room at the end of the corridor..."
Feng Bujue had none of the above reactions...
"It looks like...it's just a mutated human being. It's still the kind of garbage mutation with a mutilated body..."
After experiencing this "horrible" hiding episode, ordinary people usually breathe a sigh of relief and hide under the bed until they can no longer hear the monster's sound before coming out.
But Feng Bujue immediately thought of counterattack...
"Follow me quietly now, and be caught off guard with a stab in the back... The success rate is definitely over 70%."
Thinking of this, Brother Jue slipped out from under the bed with a smooth rolling movement, straightened up one after another... and then quickly picked up a bone saw from the cart.
But I saw him running towards the door with a bone saw in one hand and a scalpel in the other.
Looking at this scene, even Brother Rentou, who was fixed on the bed frame, showed a shocked expression...
"You're walking pretty fast..." Three seconds later, without making any sound, Brother Jue pushed open the trap door with his shoulder and returned to the corridor. At this time, the barefoot brother had passed by the door in front of him.
When I turned the corner, I heard footsteps, heading towards the room whose door was still locked.
"At this speed, we can catch up in about thirty seconds..." Feng Bujue continued to remain silent, walking on the ground with long strides, shortening the distance between him and the other party.
However, just as he approached the corner and was about to get out...
There was a loud noise.
The sound was like a rear-end collision of a car. And it was a rear-end collision at a speed exceeding 70 miles per hour.
"Huh?" At that moment, Feng Bujue realized something almost instinctively. He quickly stopped without taking that crucial step.
Bang bang bang bang!
Immediately afterwards, there were four consecutive loud noises, and then there was a heavy bang, the sound of a metal plate hitting the cement floor.
"Fuck you!" Half a second after hearing the sound, Feng Bujue cursed a particularly fresh curse word in his heart.
He finally heard it. The series of noises just now... were the sound of the barefoot brother banging on the door.
If the other party just "broke the door lock", that would be fine, but judging from the sound... this guy should have collapsed the entire door.
Thinking about the thickness of the metal door, and then looking down at his body... Feng Bujue licked his lips and decided... to withdraw.
After a while, Brother Rentou watched Brother Jue leave with a shocked expression, and then watched Brother Jue return to the room and get under the bed with a puzzled expression...
Long story short…
After five minutes of lying under the bed with both surgical tools in hand, the barefoot brother's footsteps passed by the corridor outside the door again. He must have finished searching the room at the end of the corridor, so he turned back.
This time, Feng Bujue waited until the other party's footsteps completely disappeared, and another full three minutes passed before he rolled out of the bed.
"Sigh... It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured~" After he stood up, he whispered to himself, "This is the body of Mr. Aha, Kane Bloodhoof's poet..."
After Brother Jue finished complaining, he looked back at Brother Rentou, then approached him and said: "Blinking once means 'yes', blinking twice means 'no', do you understand?"
His first sentence was very purposeful. Two seconds later, Brother Rentou blinked hard and deeply to show that he understood.
"Oh... I still have sense." After Feng Bujue muttered this sentence, he... left.
Now, Brother Rentou was confused again... He originally thought that the other party would use blinking to communicate with him, but he didn't expect that Brother Jue only confirmed one question, then turned around and left.
"Don't worry, I will come to you in a while. You first...well...it seems that you can only wait." Feng Bujue seemed to be able to see through the other person's thoughts. Before going out, he turned around and said to Brother Rentou.
With that said, he returned to the corridor and rushed to the previously locked room.
According to Brother Jue's analysis, the plot just now has three meanings: first, to make the main monster/boss of this script appear; second, to create a frightening scene; third, to let the monster help the player open a door
Door.
"So far, it's still a typical linear script, with almost no extra choices, and no side tasks..." Feng Bujue thought as he came to the door of the room, "So, follow the direction of the plot and explore, most likely.
That’s right.”
With the help of the light in the corridor, Feng Bujue could roughly see the scenery in the room... It was a square room with a side length of five meters, smaller than the one where Brother Jue was originally; at this time, the metal of the room
The door had been completely knocked away and fell to the ground; and in the middle of the room, stood a rather huge black shadow, motionless...
"Is this... a statue?" Feng Bujue cautiously stepped into the door and reached out to touch the wall next to the door. Just as he guessed... there was a light switch in a similar position to the first room.
After flipping the switch, the second room also lit up.
What appeared in front of Feng Bujue was indeed a statue...
The statue is about two meters high, and its main body is a worker in uniform. There is nothing unusual about its base and body, but the neck of the statue is not a human head, but a set of tools; those tools include an axe, a sickle, a hammer,
Pliers, etc., nothing particularly strange.
In addition, there are words engraved on the base of the statue...
Feng Bujue walked in to take a look and found that it said "Talent is the most important thing in production" and the year "1927" was engraved next to it.
"This is..." The moment the line of words came into view, a set of information flashed through Jue Ge's mind like lightning, "...Oh no!"
The next second, he quickly turned around and looked away from the statue.
However……
"Tch...it seems like it's too late..." Then, he muttered something in a low voice, and quickly took steps towards the third room...that is, the room where Brother Rentou was.
Seeing that he came back so soon, Brother Rentou looked puzzled again, but Feng Bujue's strange behavior had just begun...
After returning to the room, Feng Bujue completely ignored Brother Rentou on the bed and began to rummage through the cabinets, and successfully found a pen, a bottle of ink, and a stack of paper.
Then, he moved a stool, sat in front of a piece of equipment, spread paper on it, and started... writing a novel.
Yes, he started writing a novel in a single-person novel with nightmare difficulty... Not only was he writing, but he was also writing with joy.
The energy with which he wrote vigorously made Rentou brother on the hospital bed confused (literally confused), and the latter had no idea what he was doing...
The system did not judge Brother Jue's behavior as a "negative game" and just allowed him to write it down.
Ever since... Feng Bujue wrote a novel for three full hours in this strange environment...
It wasn't until three hours later that his expression suddenly turned cold and he put down the pen in his hand.
He looked down at his already red and swollen knuckles, took a long breath, and said: "Ah... his meow finally stopped working." (To be continued.)
