After transfusing all four bags of blood, Feng Bujue's condition improved a lot. Although he still felt slightly dizzy and nauseous, his movements were basically not affected.
He continued to move forward with Igor, and found many closed doors along the way.
Like the previous four doors, there were all locked and airtight metal doors along the way. It was impossible to know what was inside the house unless it was opened.
At this point, Feng Bujue picked the lock with the intention of giving it a try.
But when he put the tool into the lock, he heard the system prompt that it could not be opened.
Since it cannot be opened, rather than requiring a key or being locked, Brother Jue has confirmed that all these doors cannot be opened and are simply decorations on the script map.
However, this made him a little doubtful.
"The script map is so big, but the explorable space is very limited," he thought in his mind as he walked. "After coming out of the gravity gate, there is only one room that can be entered, and there is nothing related to the main plot in that interrogation room.
"This thing is purely for players to replenish their equipment." He looked up and looked ahead, "There is also this very similar map, which has not changed much until now. It seems monotonous and repetitive."
"Look, crazy brother! There is no road ahead." At this moment, Igor's eyes widened and he pointed forward and said.
"Oh, really?" Feng Bujue didn't see the end, but he didn't express any objection because he knew that his eyesight was not as good as Igor's. After all, he was a reformer. "I can't see that far, we can
Let’s walk again.”
"Okay." Igor nodded and continued to move forward with Brother Jue.
Not long after, the two came to the "end" of the corridor. There was nothing special here, and there were no rooms. There was just a dark wall similar to other places.
In addition, this end is not a dead end, there are forks on both sides. In other words, this is a T-intersection.
Feng Bujue stood at the intersection and looked to the left and right, and found that the scenery on both sides was basically the same. Except for the "texture of the walls and the ground", which was difficult for others to notice, or even if they could notice it, they couldn't remember it.
Apart from the details, it's still the same corridor, the same chandelier, and the same metal door.
"Huh, what is this?" At this moment, Brother Jue finally realized what the faint sense of abnormality this script brought to him was.
That's a "shoddy" feeling
To be more specific: except for those rooms that can be entered, the entire scenario map reveals a problem with a lack of detail.
First of all, I have already mentioned such a large base before. It is enough that everything is made very similar, but under this premise, there is no signpost, which is illogical.
Secondly, not only the road signs, but also many details that should exist are not there. For example, wires and pipes
The chandeliers on the top of the corridor are all hung by a wire. The end of the wire is directly connected to the ceiling, and there is not a single light switch in the corridor. This means two conclusions: First, as long as
There is also electricity in the base. The lights in the corridor are always on and never turn off. Secondly, the control switches for these lights are concentrated in a place similar to a control center.
The possibility of the latter hypothesis is almost zero, not to mention whether the technology of the 1940s could achieve this, even if it could be done remotely in this base with no markings, no monitoring, and no way to distinguish between areas.
How does the user know which area of lights he is controlling?
It's like I give you a remote control now and tell you that you can use it to control all the lights in a certain building, but I don't tell you which switch controls which floor, and you can't see that building.
So what’s the point of control?
Of course, this can be explained by the fact that "the lights in the corridor are never turned off", so Feng Bujue didn't worry too much about it.
However, there is one last problem that Brother Jue really can't bear.
There are no exposed wires and pipes, so that’s it. I’ll just assume that your entire base has hidden wires; but, what kind of trouble is this if there isn’t even a vent?
This is an "underground" base. Even if it is not sealed, there must be vents, and there must be many.
At first, Feng Bujue thought that he would be able to see a few if he expanded the scope of exploration. But he didn't see any of them along the way.
At this point, after Brother Jue confirmed the "lack of details" feature, he felt a little over the top and realized that there was something wrong with the "script map" itself.
This base does not look like a building generated by the system of Thriller Park. Instead, it looks like something created in Rat (i.e. Minecraft). In fact, even in Rat, buildings can be made more complicated than this.
"Then the hidden world view must be related to this scenario map?" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Is this a 'sandbox' space similar to that created by Derivatives? And it's not ready yet?"
bang bang bang bang
While Brother Jue was thinking, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from his side.
"Be careful! It's him!" Igor's vision and hearing were superior to Feng Bujue at this moment, so his reaction was also faster than the latter's.
"Oh." However, Feng Bujue's calmness was incomparable to Igor.
After receiving the reminder, Brother Jue stopped thinking, stared with dead eyes, and said listlessly: "The one with bare feet, right?"
Just by listening to the footsteps, I knew that the other person was not wearing shoes. In addition, Igor said "it's him", which showed that the person who came was a character that the two of them had met before.
It is self-evident who comes based on these two points.??
"Jiejiejiejiejie"
It was too late, but it was faster than that. The barefoot guy was laughing strangely and rushing towards him from dozens of meters away. His speed was three times faster than the one wearing shoes before.
"Igor." Feng Bujue called the Soviet captain next to him in a calm tone.
"Yes." When he responded, Igor had already put down the tool box and tightened his grip on the meat cleaver in his hand.
"You know the old rules." Brother Jue continued.
"Okay!" After the last experience, Igor is no longer afraid of these so-called "devils". On the premise of abandoning fear, his combat effectiveness has become stronger, and his strikes are faster and more accurate.
Two seconds later, the wind blew, and the blade slashed towards the barefoot brother's neck.
Same plot, same outcome.
The world in the eyes of those monsters is different from that of ordinary humans. It's just like when Feng Bujue saw the horror paradise through the data perspective, it was a completely different scene from the ordinary perspective.
In the eyes of the barefoot brother, the entire corridor was a dark space. All the terrain and objects were shadows with only outlines, and all the light sources were hazy and cold.
The only bright color in his eyes was the red color of blood. In his opinion, Feng Bujue was just a humanoid silhouette with blood all over his body, and Igor included the clothes on Igor's body and the hair on his hands.
Knives, etc. all blend into the surrounding darkness.
Therefore, when the barefoot brother realized that the blade was coming, he was unable to stop the attack and could not avoid the attack at all.
"Hehe" the laughter stopped abruptly due to the break of the neck, and the head flew forward due to inertia.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue caught the barefoot brother's head and muttered: "Well, it seems like a familiar scene."
"How is it possible?" The barefoot brother can undoubtedly speak normally even with only his head left.
"Okay, let's make a long story short." Feng Bujue looked at the barefoot brother and said, "If you don't cooperate, I will put your head in a place where no one will find it for decades; if you
If you cooperate, I will kill you in a moment, do you understand?"
When the barefoot brother heard this, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then said: "Uh, I understand."
"How did you find me?" Feng Bujue said "I" instead of "I" because he knew that the other party could not see Igor and did not want to expose this matter.
"I can feel the blood flow in a living person," said the barefoot brother. "It's blurry from a distance, but the closer you get, the clearer it will be."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows and continued, "Then why didn't you see me in the operating room?"
"What operating room?" The barefoot brother couldn't see any details of the scenery. He only saw light sources and dark shadows, so he didn't know which room he entered before was the operating room. In addition, because of this, he
Not affected by sp1o11.
"I only know that I felt someone was nearby in a certain area, but I searched for a while and couldn't find it." After a few seconds, the barefoot brother continued, "Then I guessed that that person might be
Not on 'this level', but on a level above or below, so I left."
"Wait a minute!" Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly when he heard this, "This base has more than one level?"
"Yes, there are four floors, one on the ground and three underground floors; we are currently on the second underground floor." said the barefoot brother.
"Have you been to the fourth floor?" Brother Jue asked, "Do you know how to get out?"
"No," Brother Barefoot showed a complicated expression, remembering that there are four floors in this base, but now, I can't find the exit."
"Why do you have that kind of memory?" Feng Bujue asked again, "The five people who participated in the experiment are all war criminals. There is no reason to know the structure of this base."
"War criminal?" The barefoot brother was stunned for a moment, "You mean 'the first experiment'?"
These five words were like the first torrent that broke through the dam, causing Feng Bujue's thoughts to spread like a dam.
"Say," after two seconds of silence, Feng Bujue asked in a deep voice, "how many sleep experiments have been done here?"
"Three times." said the barefoot brother.
"Can you take me to find the experimental records?" Feng Bujue asked again.
This question made the barefoot brother hesitate for a moment: "No, the world in my eyes is different from what you see. Although I remember the road, I don't know where I am at the moment."
"Then I will find a fixed coordinate for you. Can you find the way from memory?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Fixed coordinates?" Brother Barefoot didn't seem to understand what Brother Jue meant.
"Very simple answer." Feng Bujue said, "For example," he turned to look at the side of the T-intersection, "I take you to a certain corner on this floor. Can you tell me, starting from that corner?"
, how many intersections do you pass, and what door do you stop at, where you can find the experiment report."
"This" Brother Barefoot understood, but he said, "Yes, yes, but why don't you find it yourself? Isn't there a sign in the corridor?"
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's expression suddenly changed.
The barefoot brother thought the other party didn't hear clearly, so he said again: "There are signs on the road, don't you understand?"
The next second, Feng Bujue immediately turned his head, looked at Igor and said, "Is there any?"
Igor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
Then, Feng Bujue looked at Brother Barefoot again: "In your memory, does this base have a sign?"
"Of course." The barefoot brother said in a matter-of-fact tone, "This base is built like a chessboard. The passages are all straight and vertically staggered. If there are no signboards, who can tell where they are?"
"So in your memory," Feng Bujue continued, "are there light switches on the wall in the corridor? Are there vents in the corridor?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" At this point, Brother Barefoot asked in turn, "What happened in this base?"
Judging from his tone, the answer is obviously yes.
However, the actual situation is that Brother Jue has not seen any of these things.
For a few seconds, Feng Bujue thought that his vision or spirit had been disturbed, causing him to "not see" those details; but Igor also said no, which meant that it was not a problem in this area.
"It's getting weirder and weirder," Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Could it be that Igor is also a figment of my imagination?" He quickly rejected this hypothesis, "It's impossible that he must be an entity. I have had physical contact with him.
He helped me carry the blood collection bag, carried the tool box along the way, and chopped two monsters along the way. If Igor is illusory, wouldn’t everything in this script so far be illusory?"
Thinking of this, Brother Jue had a flash of inspiration.
"Wait for illusion?" He couldn't help but ponder, and whispered in his mouth.
"Lack of details."
"Details exist in np memory"
"It's not a visual or mental interference."
"Illusion and illusion."
"There's something wrong with this scenario map itself."
"It's like an unfinished sandbox."
"Sandbox"
"Not done well?"
A series of fragments of information flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, spreading out like water seeping into a sponge in a very short period of time, generating countless hypotheses and deductions.
Finally, at some distant end of that reasoning map, there was an area that gradually became clear.
"Ha" at this moment, Feng Bujue showed a confident smile that he had not seen for a long time, "It's not that I didn't do it well, but I can only do it to this extent, right?" He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the focus of his eyes seemed to be on the corridor.
Behind the wall, "What derivatives can do, NPC can develop a sandbox, then, SP Foundation" (To be continued.)
Come to the pavilion to watch it from the ground to the cloud】
