About twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue carried the barefoot brother's head and came to a corner of the base.
Igor still walked in front of him with weapons and several tools, acting as a bodyguard and pathfinder.
"Okay, we've reached the corner. From here, how can we get to the 'room where the experimental reports are stored'?" Feng Bujue stood still and said to the barefoot brother.
"Let me declare in advance..." Brother Barefoot replied, "Because you said you can't see the sign, I can't confirm which of the four corners of the base this corner is, so the destination I'll arrive at soon may not be correct."
"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue said, "If this is wrong, just start from another corner. It will just take more time." He paused, "But... I also declare in advance..." He looked at Guang
Brother Jiao cast a cold gaze, "It doesn't matter if we go to the wrong room, but if we are led to some strange place later, for example... there are traps, or there are places with your kind, then... you can
Just wish yourself good luck."
This sentence made the barefoot brother change his expression when he heard it.
Indeed, Brother Barefoot had already had a similar idea on his way here, and was about to put it into action just now.
However, Feng Bujue now gave him a "precautionary shot" in advance, saying clearly, "I have already seen through your little scheme. If you dare to use it, you will weigh the consequences yourself."
"Hmph..." After a few seconds of hesitation, the barefoot brother reluctantly gave in. He snorted coldly and continued, "Then let me make a statement in advance... The room where the experimental reports are stored is far away from where we will hold the 'ceremony'
The room is very close. Although we dispersed to various parts of the base after all the ceremonies, I am not sure if there is anyone else nearby..." He paused for half a second, "So, if you meet on the road
My kind. Or were attacked near that room, don’t say that I deliberately lured you into a trap..."
These words show that this monster has clearly defined his bottom line.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue responded expressionlessly: "Okay, tell me... how to get there?"
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The corridor was straight, bright, and there were basically no obstacles, so Jue Ge and Igor walked very quickly.
After walking for about twelve minutes, they arrived at the destination mentioned by Brother Barefoot.
"I didn't encounter anything along the way..." Feng Bujue thought as he stood at the door of the room, "Maybe... the place is wrong?"
His reasoning was correct. Because when he tried to open the door, he got the message "Cannot open".
Therefore, they could only choose to head to another corner to reposition their coordinates.
This process might have taken about half an hour... and that's based on the fact that we didn't encounter monsters or other incidents on the road.
But they were lucky. They walked straight towards the other "edge" of the base for seven or eight minutes, and the barefoot brother suddenly said: "Wait a minute... I found the 'ritual' room."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue heard this and immediately stopped, lowered his head and asked, "Which one?"
"Take the fork in the road you passed just now and turn left." The barefoot brother replied, "There was a lot of blood in the ritual room. Although it is no longer flowing, I can still feel it from this distance...
"
After hearing this, Brother Jue immediately winked at Igor. The latter understood the situation and went on alert, holding the knife first.
The two retreated a few meters away and turned in the direction mentioned by the barefoot brother.
At this time, Igor looked focused and moved quietly. It could be seen that... this was not the first time he had experienced this kind of situation.
Although Igor is not a professional soldier, he has indeed fought in battles and has considerable combat experience.
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In 1942, in that cold winter filled with death and covered with ice and snow, the Soviets, Romanians, Hungarians, Germans... gathered in a place called Stalingrad, and they wrote with their blood the history of the entire human war.
It plays an important role in history.
For the Soviets, Stalingrad was a place they absolutely did not want to lose and could not lose. This city not only has an irreplaceable symbolic meaning, but more importantly... it is an important economic link between the central region of the Soviet Union and the south.
The transportation chokepoint of the region; this place borders Moscow to the north, the Persian Gulf to the south, and the main producing areas of Soviet grain, coal, and oil to the southwest. If you lose here, you will probably lose the entire war, and maybe... the entire human race.
History will be rewritten because of this.
On July 28 of the same year, Stalin issued the famous Order No. 227, "No step back!"
And Igor was one of the members of the Soviet army who received this order...
He was only nineteen years old that year. He didn't want to go to the battlefield, he just wanted to be a worker, or a shoemaker like his dead father.
He hopes to live a stable life, hopes to fall in love like a normal young man, hopes to perform some filial piety for his bedridden mother, and hopes to feed his starving sister every day.
However, the war... left him no choice.
Stalingrad in October was known as the "murderous furnace", and Igor stayed in this furnace until the end of the battle.
As a new recruit who was dragged onto the battlefield without receiving much military training, this is almost a miracle...
The next spring, Igor was forced to retire from the army due to an injury and amputation.
When he returned home, his mother and sister were both dead, and his already poor family had only four walls left.
When he was only twenty years old, he became a lame tramp.
Just like that, seven years passed by in a hurry... This was supposed to be the best seven years in his life, but for him, every day was like a year.
Until one day...some men in military uniforms came to tell him that he had been selected by the government to receive a free "treatment plan."
At that time, Igor, who was already terminally ill, naturally had no reason to refuse.
But what he didn't expect was that... he was not here to receive any treatment, but to be an experimental subject...
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"You don't have to be so careful." The barefoot brother's sudden words broke the brief silence, "There will be no ambush in the room."
"How do you know?" Feng Bujue looked at him, "You guys shouldn't be able to sense each other's position, right?"
If those monsters could sense each other, they wouldn't worry about being beheaded and left somewhere undiscovered, so this inference must be correct.
"Because we don't stay in one place and don't move." Barefoot responded. "Calm down, waiting... these are what drive us crazy."
"Okay. That's a valid reason." Feng Bujue said, winking at Igor again.
Igor, who was already standing in front of the door, reached out and pushed the metal door panel.
The sound of the metal shaft turning makes people feel terrified.
And behind the opened door, a smell of blood immediately wafted out...
"Well" Igor's sense of smell has also become very sensitive, so standing here makes him feel quite uncomfortable.
"Here... let me do it." At this time, Feng Bujue stepped forward and walked into the room first, ahead of Igor.
He was so confident because when he stood behind Igor, he had confirmed that there was indeed nothing strange in the room...
This room is not very big, covering an area of about 30 square meters. The lights in the room are always on, illuminating the room clearly. On the wall opposite to the door, there is an immovable concrete platform.
Just big enough for one person to lie down on.
At this moment, the cement table looked like a chopping board that had been used repeatedly but had never been cleaned. Layers of blood stains of varying shades covered its surface... mixed with flesh, visceral fragments, hair, etc.
Broken bones, and many other indistinguishable things.
"Explain the principle of the ritual." Feng Bujue stood in the room and looked around, then picked up the barefoot brother's head and looked directly at him and asked.
"We can cut people open without bleeding a drop of blood." The barefoot brother's answer was quite informative. "We can also bleed out all the blood without causing any wounds." As he said,
He glanced at the surface of the cement platform and said, "Underneath the bloodstains, there is a ritual circle. It was painted by the Whisperer. Only 'he' knows how to use 'power'."
"'The Whisperer'?" Feng Bujue used a tentative tone to signal for a more detailed explanation.
"I don't know what he is. All I have in my mind is the name 'Whisperer', as if I know how to walk." The barefoot brother continued. "His appearance looks no different from us, but...
… He seems to know more than we do."
"Can the ritual be performed only when the Whisperer is present?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"No. As long as the magic circle is drawn, anyone can complete it." As soon as the barefoot brother spat out the word "complete", he felt something was wrong, "Hey! Hey! What are you going to do?"
Feng Bujue ignored him, just took two steps forward and wiped the ceremony table with the barefoot brother's face as if nothing had happened.
A few seconds later, he used a series of rough movements to wipe away a large area of the blood stain, exposing the magic circle.
"Oh... is it the magic system from King Solomon?" Feng Bujue stared at the magic circle for a few seconds and said in deep thought.
"Asshole! What are you doing!" The next second, the barefoot brother, whose face was covered in filth, shouted angrily.
Feng Bujue ignored the other party's complaints and silently engraved the magic circle in his mind, and then continued in a calm tone: "Okay, take us to the room where the experimental report is... Since you know that this place is not far from there,
It should be no problem to get there from here, right?"
"Damn it..." The barefoot brother was furious, but he had no choice but... he had fallen into someone else's hands; and on the way, Feng Bujue had already told him how he treated the monster before...
...Barefoot Brother doesn’t want to end up like this, or even worse.
So, he could only continue to swallow his anger and obediently pointed out the direction for Brother Jue and the others.
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After coming out of the "Ritual Room", turn right, pass through two intersections, and then turn left. The first room is the "Archives Room".
The door here is also locked, and when Feng Bujue tried to pick the lock, he got a special system prompt: [This lock has been rusted to death, and even the key cannot be opened. It seems that opening it with brute force is a better solution.
Good choice】.
"Well... the prompt is quite clear." When the voice rang in his ears, Feng Bujue thought in his mind, "But if there is no help from Igor here, how can the player open it alone?"
Although he has a set of ready-made solutions, he still thinks about problems such as this, which often allows him to master more intelligence.
After about five seconds, Feng Bujue thought of three possible ways to open it:
One is to attract a monster, use positioning, and use the power of the monster's attack to help you open it.
The possibility of this hypothesis is the lowest, because it is too difficult to implement... Of course, it is not completely impossible, because the perspective of those monsters is very limited, and they usually have to go very close to find out where it is.
door; plus...if the player runs at full speed, the speed of the monsters will not be much different. The script was originally designed to "players can use the maze-like terrain and the monster's perspective to get stuck when encountering monsters alone."
Therefore, Brother Jue still listed this as one of the possibilities.
Second, use the power of an NPC to open the door.
Naturally, this "np" does not refer to hidden rewards like Igor, but to characters that have a certain connection with the main plot. Maybe there are existences that can be negotiated among those monsters, such as the "Whisperer", or a certain one who is being
Victims of ritual transformation... But Brother Jue cannot verify this yet.
Thirdly, it is also a possibility with a relatively high probability that the player kicks the door open by himself.
Feng Bujue immediately tried this possibility...
But without saying anything, he kicked the door towards the door lock with a roundhouse kick (when kicking the door, side kicks and roundhouse kicks are more efficient than front kicking with the soles of the feet. In most film and television works, front kicking is used to kick the door.
The method is actually unscientific. For details, please refer to Bear Grylls' "Desperate Survival Manual") But... the door didn't move at all.
At this moment, Feng Bujue came to another inference: Assume that among the above three sets of plans, the probability of one is too low to be feasible, and the second case does not exist in essence; under the premise of only considering the third set of plans...
...As long as a certain prerequisite is established, the plan can be realized.
And that "prerequisite" is that the player injects himself with vno-9 and successfully mutates.
"Igor." After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue said, "Here... please come."
Jue Ge still has no intention of implementing this conclusion after multiple assumptions, but... after thinking about it, he has more confidence in the fact that "vno-9 can successfully act on players"
.Simply put... because more information is known, this theoretical probability has been improved.
"Okay, no problem." Igor didn't know what Brother Jue was thinking. He just responded simply, then took three steps forward and kicked the door sideways.
Igor's first kick was just a test to see how it felt, so he didn't use all his strength.
However, even he himself did not expect... This kick directly opened the heavy metal door, and even a piece of the wall next to the door lock was shattered. (To be continued.)
