Feng Bujue is not worried about being killed with one shot. With four Contra medals, the first four deaths are just a kind of consumption. At present, except for reasons such as disconnection or forced withdrawal,
There are only two possibilities for failure in this nightmare-difficulty single-player survival script: first, after using up all the medals, you will be killed for the fifth time; second, as the boss in the previous broadcast said: "Once the poison is released, you will directly
"It was judged as a clearance failure", that is, it was declared a failure at the moment when ninety-two minutes passed.
In short, no matter what is waiting for Feng Bujue in the first corridor ahead, the worst result is to die once. There is no factor that can directly lead to the failure of the level. Of course, if it does exist, then that factor
It’s a completely unknown failure flag. But this possibility is slim and unreasonable. It’s just like when you play Super Mario, the game description says that you will die if you fall into a pit or the time runs out, but you just go out.
After hitting the first question mark, that question mark actually exploded... Obviously, this has become a game of another nature...
Feng Bujue raised his hands, took steady and firm steps forward, turned his body to face the corridor, and stood at the door of the first door. After shouting out the words, he still didn't hear any response.
. He was mentally prepared for a bullet to hit him, but to his surprise, there was no one in the corridor in front of him.
There was no shooter, no weapon, and the hallway was empty.
Maybe the shooter was shooting from a very far distance beyond his sight? And the sound of the gunfire was transmitted all the way through the corridor? Feng Bujue thought.
If this is the case, the opponent is definitely not using a one-hit kill gun. Because this gun cannot be effective on targets beyond the user's sight, otherwise the gun owner would point this thing at the sky or an empty corridor.
They opened fire at will. I don’t know how many people lying far away were shot.
As for what weapon the shooter used... Judging from the distance, a sniper rifle is highly suspect, but if a person's neck is really hit by a sniper bullet with a caliber of more than 12 mm, it will definitely not be the same as what he just saw.
The effect of penetrating and exploding the flowers should make the whole head fall off.
But how can an ordinary gun achieve this kind of range and accuracy? Could it be that the opponent's one-hit killer gun hit the long-distance sight? Or does the shooter have super-long-distance observation skills similar to that of an eagle eye?
Another question is, if the other party was really shooting from a very long distance, he must not have heard Feng Bujue’s shout just now. So... what is he doing at this moment? Did he still stay where he was and see the person who came to the door?
Feng Bujue? Or did he put down his gun and start moving after killing the person? If he moved, is he coming here now, or is he leaving towards the other side of the corridor?
"If the other party can see me, and it is me, then he should be able to notice that I am not the same Feng Bujue as the one just now. And if the other party cannot tell the difference, he may mistakenly think that the first shot did not work, then
He should have fired the second shot, but he didn't... Could it be that his skills or weapons were cooling down?" Feng Bujue thought, "No... that's not the case."
He put down his hand and walked through the first door leisurely, moving forward while carefully observing the floor, walls and ceiling of the corridor in front of him, trying to find some clues.
Feng Bujue overturned the hypothesis of long-range shooting. Although that hypothesis could explain why he only heard the footsteps of a person escaping just now, and why there was no sound in the corridor after the gunshot, but... in this kind of corridor
There is obviously another explanation for the empty situation, a simpler one. It is also a more reasonable explanation at this stage.
"Are they all just illusions..." Feng Bujue said: "The 'I' just now and the gunshot are just the information I got from the visual and auditory senses. Now there are no corpses, no bullet casings, not even the ones on the ground.
The blood stains also turned into white light and disappeared..." He turned around and looked at the fan-shaped space again: "The words 'It's all wrong' and 'Don't...' are hinting to me that taking this path is wrong.
Yes, stop moving forward?" He touched his chin and said, "If you think about it the other way around, should I ignore this influence and just go this way?"
He really couldn't find anything unusual around him. This corridor was the same as the one he walked through before. It had no distinguishing features. Every section was the same and there were no footprints left on the floor. He walked quickly back to the fan-shaped corridor.
area, it stayed there for more than ten seconds without any sign of the flag being triggered.
Looking at the four doors and four roads in front of him, Feng Bujue pondered: "The usual thinking is that each of the four roads leads to a bottle of potion, but what if it is another situation... What if only one road is correct?
can lead to the four bottles of potions, but the other three are dead ends..."
He scratched his head, "Or... there are two roads leading to the potion? The other two are dead ends; or there are three correct roads, but only one is a dead end." He moved his eyes to the first door again.
: "Whether the thing just now was a reminder or an interference, did I think too much about overlapping time and space, or..."
"Huh..." Feng Bujue looked up at the ceiling, "In a script with such a monotonous setting and so few prompts, what exactly do you want me to do..."
Although Jue Ge's thinking process and behavior from the beginning of this chapter to this point has more than a thousand words, in fact, he only spent more than two minutes. It can be simplified into one sentence: duck to the door, think about it, and move forward.
A few steps, make up your mind, return to the fan space, and make up your mind again.
Counting from the second when the plot introduction was completed and Feng Bujue gained the ability to move, seventeen minutes have passed, and from the time he heard the keyword "ninety-two minutes" uttered on the radio, it has been a long time.
Sixteen minutes. The difference between the two is not big. No matter which standard is used, this minute is basically negligible.
For now, we can divide the time required to find four bottles of potion evenly. Then, ninety-two minutes can be divided into four periods of twenty-three minutes. In other words, on average, every twenty-three minutes, Feng Bujue will
You need to find a bottle of potion to ensure that the antidote is synthesized before the poison takes effect.
He didn't even see the first bottle of potion now, and there was no way to delay it here. So, he turned around... and walked into the third corridor.
