Seeing the door open, Feng Bujue breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't rush out. Instead, he used the light from outside the door to walk to the cage where the monkey was kept. He opened the latch, lifted the gate, and pulled out the sleeping monkey.
The monkey was carried out.
[Name: Sleepy Tibetan Macaque]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Function: unknown]
[Can the script be brought out: Yes]
[Note: A lively and brave monkey is now on the verge of extinction]
"The plot item showed that it can bring out the script, hmm..." Feng Bujue muttered. He tried to put the monkey in his bag and succeeded. Then he walked out of the room.
Outside the door is a passage. The four walls are basically made of metal. The roof is still four or five meters high. The lighting is normal, but there is still no window. There are some doors and forks on both sides of the passage, but they either cannot be opened or are blocked.
It was blocked by large debris. There was obviously only one real path, and red spray-painted arrows would occasionally appear on the wall to guide Feng Bujue on where to go. After several futile attempts, he understood that there shouldn't be anything useful on this stretch of road.
I found something, so I speeded up and followed the arrow. After about seven or eight minutes, I arrived at the end of the passage, where another metal door marked in red appeared.
There was no handle on this door. There was a round valve handwheel in the middle. Feng Bujue stepped forward to hold the handwheel and tried to turn it. He felt that there was quite a lot of resistance and he used considerable strength to do it.
Turn it.
After turning more than half a circle, the door moved, and a burst of cold air seeped out from the crack in the door. Feng Bujue instantly had an ominous premonition. When he opened the door, he realized that the metal door was very thick.
, and this room is obviously a sealed freezer, and as soon as the door is opened, there is a strong blast of cold air.
The inside of the room is a veritable "ice and snow". The ground is covered with white frost and snow, and there are signs of ice on the four walls. Looking up, in addition to the lighting equipment, you can see that there are three diameter rods on each of the three corners of the ceiling.
The pipe was about one meter long. The moment the door was opened, white snowflakes began to float out of the pipe. Fortunately, although the mouth of the pipe was large, the snowflakes falling down were only sporadic, not a lot.
Feng Bujue took a deep breath, breathed hot air into his palms, rubbed his hands, and walked into the room. After crossing the threshold, he discovered that the depth of the floor in this room was wrong. The floor was lower than the lower frame of the door.
It was not at the same level as the passage outside the door, so the seemingly thin layer of white frost on the ground was actually knee-deep snow. When he stepped on it, he sank into the snow below his ankles.
, the cold made him jump a few steps quickly, but it was useless. The snow was very soft. The way to prevent his feet from sinking was to increase the contact area, so he decisively knelt down...
He didn't close the door, and knelt directly to the wall opposite the room. There was another door there, but there was no handwheel to open the door. There was only an electronic lock embedded in the door that required a password. There were four digits on the display.
There is a space for the password. There is an obviously movable iron plate on the wall next to the door lock. The iron plate is about ten centimeters long, square, and has a small handle on it. When Feng Bujue pulls the plate open, it allows him to enter.
The iron door to the room closed automatically.
Behind the iron plate is a small space with a tape placed on it. The next thing to do is very clear...
Feng Bujue took out the tape, then took out the Walkman, took out the original tape and put it in his bag, then put the new one in and pressed the play button.
"Merry Christmas, Arthur. This is a day for family reunion. At the same time, the Christmas spirit also means selfless giving and blessings..."
While listening to the recording, Feng Bujue began to observe the room carefully for the second time. He had just noticed that the most eye-catching thing in the room was a newspaper that looked new and was stuck on one side of the metal wall.
This wall has obviously been treated, and the ice around the newspaper is not serious. Although it is filled with artificial snow, the humidity in the room is not too high, and the words on the paper are still very clear. One of the most eye-catching reports is titled
"They are no different from us." The photo next to it is of a group of homeless people gathering around a waste oil barrel to keep warm. The sky in the background is snowing and the ground is white. Of course, this report is also from "Arthur Shears"
"G" hand.
"You often attend charity evenings and appear in front of the camera, but we all know that in private you never donate to any organization. You call on people not to discriminate against homeless people, but you yourself have never given any social status
People below you are disrespectful, and your meanness and snobbery make everyone around you sick. You have also spoken out for the elderly, claiming that they need more attention and understanding, but you use work as an excuse to refuse every year
Spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with your parents.
Arthur, you have stood on the moral high ground more than once and accused the world of indifference and the injustice of the system, but your actual actions show that you have no idea what you are talking about.
Now, you have the opportunity to understand how those helpless people get through the difficulties. In this snow-covered room, there is a piece of cardboard with the password required to unlock the door. All you have to do is reach out your hand.
Look for the piece of paper in the snow beneath your feet.
Just like everyone who is freezing on the streets on a snowy night is longing for a glimmer of hope. You will not have a time limit, but even if you find something, the best result is to wait until dawn...
"
At the end of the recording, Feng Bujue was shivering from the cold. The clothing provided by the game can ensure the player's comfort in an environment with a virtual temperature of more than 20 degrees Celsius. If it gets hotter or colder, the player will have corresponding physical sensations. Now
This ice cave-like house is obviously at sub-zero temperatures, and the three pipes on the ceiling are still increasing the thickness of the snow at a very slow rate.
In order to ensure the flexibility of his fingers, Feng Bujue always faced the palm of his hand when he exhaled. He quickly played through the recording in his mind, and then repeated the last sentence in his mouth: "Just like those who are freezing.
...If you find 'something', you can wait until dawn..." According to his speculation, this was the only hint. It was quite vague, but it must indicate something.
Feng Bujue stood up again. He was completely frozen below his knees. It didn't matter if he stepped into the snow now, because he couldn't feel anything because he was so cold. He staggered to the newspaper, his eyes burning.
He stared at the report and photos carefully, searching carefully for any possible clues.
Feng Bujue knew that now was the best time to search for clues. He could wait until there was no other way to do the physical work. If he impatiently dug his hands into the snow on the ground to dig, then after five minutes, even if
If his fingers are not broken off by freezing, the drop in body temperature will intensify. If he develops into the unresponsive and hazy state before freezing to death, it will be impossible to solve the puzzle.
"Something that can keep a homeless person alive until dawn..." Feng Bujue spoke out to focus his attention: "A few people gathered around a bucket and burned garbage to keep warm until dawn? No, no, that's not the case..." He
Suddenly, an image of an old man wearing sunglasses flashed through his mind: "Here we have... MADAO's three artifacts for sleeping on the street, a cardboard box, a dog, and a radio." Thinking of this, he took action.
The spread newspaper was attached to the wall by fixing the four corners with four small pieces of tape. Seal Bujue tried to carefully remove the edges of the newspaper while ensuring that a large piece in the middle of the newspaper was not damaged.
Several corners were torn off.
"It's impossible to have a dog, unless I build one with snow. As for the radio...walkman should be considered. As for the cardboard box..." Feng Bujue had already taken the newspaper off the wall, although there was a small piece missing at the four corners.
block, but this does not affect what he wants to do.
As I just said, this newspaper is very new, so the creases on it are very clear. Most people will not fold the newspaper in half more than twice, but there are many creases on this newspaper, which undoubtedly shows that it has been folded into something.
.
Feng Bujue restored the newspaper according to the creases. His hands had not become stiff, but they were still affected by the extremely cold environment. In fact, in his game menu, the special status next to the survival value already showed [frozen]
The words are gone.
Although the corner of the newspaper was missing, the shape that perfectly matched the crease was still folded out - a small cardboard box.
Feng Bujue took it in his hand and examined it, turned it several times, and finally found a series of consecutive letters and numbers in a place where several edges of the paper overlapped.
The letters in a newspaper cannot all have the same format. Occasionally, there will be different font sizes and styles. For example, the letters used in titles or footnotes of pictures are different from those in the article. There are also problems with capitalization.
.
The string of letters and numbers that Feng Bujue found were all of the same font size and style. The letters were all capital letters. They were in different layouts and positions when the newspaper was spread out. After folding it, they were gathered together and became neat.
A short paragraph.
"FM27.3MHZ..." Feng Bujue said, "Is this the amateur radio band..." He adjusted the walkman to listen to the radio.
Noise came from all frequencies, including FM27.3, but he determined this frequency, turned up the volume, and waited patiently. Sure enough, after the noise lasted for about forty seconds, a hoarse voice said:
"Nine, five, two, seven." Then there was a rustling noise again.
Feng Bujue hurriedly rushed to the exit door. While entering the password, he said angrily: "What do you mean by breaking the password, low-level servants and dogs are not allowed to enter..."
Sure enough, the password was correct and the door opened. Feng Bujue rolled and crawled out of the room. When he came to the corridor outside, he was so cold that he rolled on the ground. He rolled twice and stood up again.
He performed straight-arm squats more than a dozen times. During this process, he looked at the status in the menu. The survival value had been reduced to 67%, but the frozen status was quickly lifted in a normal temperature environment.
In any case, it is better to come out like this than to lie on the ground and plow the snow with your hands to find pieces of paper. Feng Bujue has always had bad luck in playing games. Just like the kind of operation like finding a needle in a haystack, he would not search every inch of the room.
Searching through it, you can't even hope to find the piece of paper under the snow.
After passing this second level, he did not turn off the walkman immediately. He soon discovered the pattern of that frequency. Every minute or so, the four-digit password would be read in FM27.3, while other frequencies would
It's always a constant noise.
After regaining his body temperature, Feng Bujue continued to move forward. He estimated that the script did not arrange or calculate how long it would take "Arthur Seagal" to reach the hospital and receive treatment after escaping. In the beginning,
The recording stated that he had forty minutes to find the exit, otherwise he would die from the toxins in his body. However, Feng Bujue's menu never showed the status of [Poisoned], and at this moment he could not judge what the reduction in survival value was.
Because the severe cold just now is still the slow effect of toxins. In short, this is not an obvious poisoning effect, but some kind of plot event. To put it simply, the script must be cleared within forty minutes, otherwise it will be GAMEOVER.
It had already taken Feng Bujue more than twenty minutes. He passed the second level very quickly. Adding in the five minutes spent in the first room and the time to run away, he reached the third game.
When the time comes, there should be about fifteen minutes left. The system must consider the possibility that the player chooses to plow the snow in the second level, which will undoubtedly delay it longer. Therefore, considering the time factor, the game Feng Bujue will face next is not
The accident should be the last one. As long as it is completed, he can end this script.
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