[You have chosen the single-player survival mode (nightmare), please confirm.]
[Confirmed, the script is being generated...]
[Loading starts, please wait.]
"Welcome to the horror paradise." Feng Bujue was slightly surprised by the voice this time, because it turned out to be his own voice.
[Loading completed, you are currently in single-player survival mode (nightmare). 】
[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance that side lines/hidden tasks and special world views will appear.]
[Reward for clearing the scenario: Randomly select a piece of available sophisticated equipment.]
[The script introduction will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is completed. 】
The rewards for clearing the game on Nightmare difficulty are indeed very impressive. Last time, the reward for clearing Hirata’s script was to draw two puzzle cards at once, and this time it was to get equipment directly. However, Feng Bujue arranged this script mainly to kill time from ten o’clock.
During the awkward non-sleep mode gaming time between half and early in the morning, he himself was not very optimistic about the prospect of clearing the level...
【Overlapping time and space, game of death, endless terror, nightmare of reincarnation.】
There was no opening CG, and the system voice only gave this inexplicable sentence. When the voice fell, Feng Bujue was already standing in a corridor and could move freely.
The floors and walls of the corridor are made of wood. The boards feel very thick and don't look like they can be punched through. The overall color of the corridor is brown, which cannot be said to be spotless. But it is relatively clean, at least there is no moldy or rotten smell or big beach.
Dirty things. The lighting equipment is above the head. There is a ceiling light embedded in the ceiling at regular intervals. Looking forward, there is no dazzling weird wallpaper, no carpet, no decorations or door leaves. This is a very long road.
Just a boring corridor.
"Ah... this script introduction is in vain..." After hearing that sentence, Feng Bujue reached out to search his pocket. If a walkman appeared out of thin air in his pocket at this moment, and there was a message left on the tape in it.
, then the matter will be easier to understand.
"Hello. Feng Bujue, I want to play a game with you."
Suddenly, the voice sounded, and it was really the iconic, hoarse, deep voice in Chainsaw. Feng Bujue looked up following the sound and saw the angle between the ceiling and the wall, nearly three meters high.
A camera probe and a square broadcast speaker.
"Is that guy with the chainsaw door here again..." Feng Bujue looked at the camera with a very stressed expression on his face.
The voice paused for a second and then continued: "You have always regarded solving mysteries as a kind of fun, and firmly believe that any game will have rules and answers.
Collecting information and reasoning has become your habit and hobby. You think that, except for the inevitable pure force conflicts, as long as you are willing to use your brain, you can solve everything.
But you will soon realize that your idea may not be correct.
At this moment, a toxin is already lurking in your body..."
When he heard this sentence, Feng Bujue opened the game menu and saw that he was indeed in the [poisoned] state. This was the same situation as the last time he encountered the Saw script.
"Once the poison is released, you will be directly judged to have failed the level. Even SCP-500 cannot remove this poison." The voice immediately said this, instantly denying the first thing Feng Bujue was thinking at this moment.
This countermeasure gave up the idea of taking a panacea.
"You have a total of ninety-two minutes to find four unique chemicals. Mix these four chemicals to get the antidote." The voice then began to read out the rules: "During this time,
You will meet some people and witness some things, and what you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment."
Feng Bujue had already used [Victory Thousand Miles] at this time and wanted to check the boss's information, but nothing was displayed...
"As your old friend, I will give you special treatment, so that you can avoid being burdened by combat factors and concentrate on solving puzzles." The voice finally said: "Now, the game begins."
[You have obtained special items*2]
[The main mission has been triggered]
【Looking for chemicals(0/4)】
Feng Bujue was still thinking about the meaning of the phrase "old friend" when the system prompts appeared one after another.
"Old friend?" Feng Bujue muttered: "Is he really that guy from Saw? The boss who can transfer mission items between two scripts?" He then thought: "Hiss... No, that script
Here, I play a reporter named Arthur Seagal, but this time he directly calls me Feng (Crazy) Bujue... His name has changed and he still calls me an old friend?"
Feng Bujue was thinking about it as he opened the menu, checked his luggage, and wondered what the so-called "special treatment" could be.
As a result...he saw something amazing.
[Name: One-hit killer gun]
[Type: Weapon]
[Quality: Legend]
[Attack power:???]
[Attribute: None]
[Special Effect: Kill]
[Equipment conditions: Shooting specialization f]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: This gun has unlimited bullets, and no part of it can be disassembled or loaded. When shooting, it can only fire one bullet at the current target. As long as you roughly aim at the target and pull the trigger, the bullet will
It will definitely hit and kill with one hit.】
When Feng Bujue saw this thing, his first thought was: when the script is over, he must go to the scare box to see the changes in the attributes of this thing, as well as the price...
The properties of the second extra item are equally shocking:
[Name: Contra Medal*4]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Legend]
[Function: Can bear death on behalf of the player (cannot be traded, discarded, or taken out of the bag)]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Strange, why not thirty? Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, b, a...]
"Hey... what's going on..." Feng Bujue finished reading these two items. The corners of his mouth twitched and he said: "This is not a problem with old friends, is it? His own son is nothing more than this!" He paused:
"Look at what this means...this level is purely about solving puzzles. And it's rare to be like shit, right..."
Feng Bujue sorted out what he just heard in his mind: There is not much information at the moment, and there are some inexplicable situations. For example: since this boss gave me four lives, plus a weapon that can kill with one hit,
But he didn’t think of giving me a timepiece like a watch? This is a full ninety-two minutes. Does this guy even know that I can calculate time mentally? Wait... He doesn’t seem to even know what I have in my bag.
We all know the effects of those things, otherwise why would we declare in advance that SCP-500 is invalid?
Feng Bujue didn't think for long, so he took the time to move forward. From entering the script, to listening to the rules, to observing the objects, thinking, etc., it actually took him less than five minutes in total.
Originally... when Feng Bujue entered this single-player version of Nightmare Difficulty, he didn't think that he had to clear it, but now, the situation is different. The voice on the radio successfully seduced... Oh no, it seduced him.
interest. You can say that he is a scumbag with a combat power of only 5, and he will not be angry at all, but you can't say that he is not good at solving puzzles, and you also gave him such a powerful item and put on a "I'm sorry, you can't solve it either."
"off" attitude.
Feng Bujue, a person with a love of reading and reasoning, would definitely risk his life when encountering such a provocation. He was determined to solve all the puzzles, rushed all the way to the boss, and said with contempt: "Hand over
Your knees." Only then can you be satisfied and then give up.
…………
Where Feng Bujue stood at first, there was a wall behind him. So he had only one way to go.
After walking all the way, about five or six minutes passed. The scenery in the corridor remained unchanged and repeated over and over again. At this time, whether looking forward or backward, it was as symmetrical as a mirror image. If the player closes his eyes and turns around,
After a few rounds, you probably won't be able to tell where it came from.
After walking for a while, a slightly more open space finally appeared in front of the corridor. This is a fan-shaped area, directly connected to the corridor, with no door panels to separate it. Through the opening, the walls on both sides extend diagonally toward the side and the front.
.
Directly opposite is a curved wall. Every half meter or so on the wall, there is an entrance, a total of four. These entrances have door frames and door panels, and they are all open at the moment. Behind the four doors, there are
There was a corridor that was exactly the same as the one Feng Bujue walked through just now.
"Tch...what is this? I thought there would be a complicated maze and a difficult puzzle. Isn't it just four roads leading to the four bottles of potions? Then there is a room at the end of each road.
, make a secret room self-mutilation game or something, huh...what's so weird?" Feng Bujue said in a disdainful tone, venting his rather unhappy emotions.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of someone running. Listen carefully, it was the sound of rapid footsteps and heavy breathing...
The sound came from the first door on the far left in front, from far to near. When it got close to a certain distance, it may be that the runner had seen someone standing outside the exit, so he started shouting, but the content of the shout was unclear.
It turned out to be: "It's all wrong! You're all wrong!"
When Feng Bujue heard the shouting, he felt that it was familiar. However, just to be on the safe side, he still took out the pipe wrench in one hand and held a one-hit killer gun in the other hand. He could hurt or kill, no matter who came.
, what are you going to do, at least you can't lose your life.
But a few seconds later, when the fugitive rushed into the fan-shaped area from the corridor behind the first door, Feng Bujue was stunned.
It was a man wearing a long purple suit, with blood and bruises all over his body... And that man looked the same as Feng Bujue.
【You will meet some people and witness some things. What you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment.】
The words I heard earlier flashed through my mind...
"You..." Feng Bujue was still relatively calm at the moment. There must be a reasonable explanation for the scene in front of him. This guy who looks the same as himself is probably a phantom, or a robot, or a replicator, or something with the ability to imitate.
Monsters, etc... This is a nightmare-level script in a thriller park. Anything can happen. Everything around you could even be the psychological world of a mental patient. There is no reason to panic about it.
The injured Feng Bujue didn't show any surprise when he saw this Feng Bujue. He seemed to know that the other person was here, so he shouted out as he approached the door. At this moment,
He immediately shouted again: "Don't ever..."
boom--
There was a gunshot, and Feng Bujue, who escaped from the first door, was hit by a bullet fired from behind, and the bullet hit his neck. The shot that passed through his neck made him
Before he died, he could not tell the content behind "Don't ever...".
Feng Bujue watched his other self being knocked down by a shot. He rushed forward. His first reaction was to use SCP-500 and survival value supplement together to see if he could save the other person and let him have his say.
over.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took the first step out and before he could take out the items from his bag, the shot Feng Bujue turned into white light and disappeared. This scene of his own death actually overlapped with that of the real player.
time is the same...
"Is he just an illusion? Or..." Feng Bujue's thoughts were whirling like a storm. The words "Overlapping time and space, game of death, endless terror, nightmare of reincarnation" flashed by in an instant, "...or...
Me coming back from another timeline?"
He moved his eyes away from the empty floor and looked at the first door. At this moment, Feng Bujue's line of sight formed an obtuse angle of about 120 degrees with the corridor behind the door. He was still thinking
Thinking about the chase in front of him: "If it was me who died, the [Contra Medal] should play a role... Maybe the resurrection of the medal is to turn the player into white light and teleport to other places? Or,
This 'I' has used up all four medals?"
Feng Bujue held his breath and listened to the sounds in the corridor. He didn't dare to show his head rashly, because the weapon used by the opponent was a gun. And his shooting skills were obviously very accurate. From this angle, he was still safe, but if he stuck his head out
Go, maybe you will...
"No...if that's 'me', why did I die? Can a bullet hitting the neck kill me? The supplements on that 'me' have been used up? And the survival value has also reached the bottom?
?" He thought about this and thought in shock: "[One-shot killer gun]!"
Feng Bujue instinctively held the gun in his hand tighter: "Am I the one who shot?" He moved a few steps forward, leaning against the wall next to the first door, hiding beside the door.
: "Hey! The one who shot! Are you me!" He simply shouted there and asked a question that sounded very nonsensical.
The sound transmission effect of these corridors is a bit weird. Even very subtle sounds can travel quite far, but voices can only travel to short to medium distances and will not cause echoes.
Feng Bujue yelled again: "Even if you are not me, how about you reply?"
No one responded to him...
Listen carefully, there has been no movement in that corridor from the sound of the gunshot to now, including the footsteps of the shooter leaving. So there is a high possibility that someone is standing, squatting or lying down in that corridor at this moment.
A man held a gun in his hand, aiming steadily at the entrance of the first door, waiting for the person outside to look out of breath, and then shot him down.
Feng Bujue also understood that the person he saw just now may not be himself in a different timeline. It was probably just that he was overthinking. Maybe it was really a phantom used to confuse the audience, and the shooter was also
It's just a long-range elite monster. It's even possible... there was no shooter in that corridor at all. The sound of gunshots and the death of another self were just an illusion and a drama. Anyway, the bodies are gone now.
I didn’t see any bullet holes. How can I prove that this really happened?
"Hmm... Do you want to take a look and confirm..." Feng Bujue thought, but he also thought... what if my guess is right? If the person in the corridor now is really his future self,
So...what will happen?
"If that is me, and it's me in the near future, he will know the decision-making and thinking process I am about to make. Whether I think forward, backward, or even not think at all, he knows what I will do in the end."
Feng Bujue's mind was getting more and more confusing: "Well... But why didn't he communicate with me? Why did he want to kill the other me? What on earth has he experienced, or what will I experience in a while, leading to his pursuit?
Own?"
"What does 'you're all wrong' mean... 'Don't do it again'?" Feng Bujue broke out in a cold sweat: "Which time were the handsome guy who was killed and the handsome guy who killed him?
The line is relatively low, which one is doing the right thing?" This was the first time he encountered this kind of dilemma since playing the game, as if nothing was right no matter what he thought about: "Heh...hehe..." for more than ten seconds
Finally, Feng Bujue sneered: "The only one who can stump me is myself." He made a very narcissistic remark, and at the same time made up his mind, put away his weapon, and shouted: "No matter where there is someone
No one, not me, I surrender to you now. I will come out slowly, if you want to communicate with me, let's talk, if you feel you have to kill me, then do it!"
As Feng Bujue spoke, he moved towards the first entrance. At this moment, he chose to believe in himself. He believed in the speculations made by his current self and also believed in the decisions made by his future self.
Of course, the most important thing is that he has the [Contra Medal] on him as a guarantee.
At this moment, Feng Bujue seems to have understood why he got four medals and a pistol. I'm afraid these are just the basic conditions for clearing this script...
