We sometimes see a trick played by the host on some quiz variety shows. For example, there are three baffles on the scene, and the host tells the contestants that behind one of the baffles is a brand new car.
, and there was nothing behind the other two pieces. Then, he asked the contestants to choose one piece to open.
The contestant chose the first barrier. At this time, the host, who knew which board had the car hidden behind it, came to the third barrier and opened it. There was nothing behind it. Then, the host walked towards the contestant
The reporter said, "Do you still want to choose the first baffle now? Do you want to change your choice?"
Most people will not change their choice. The reason is just paranoia or fear, thinking that the host is using reverse psychology to try to make them fall into a trap. But in fact, no matter where the car is, regardless of emotional factors, based on statistics,
If you make a choice based on the change in variation, you should choose the second baffle.
Feng Bujue did not enter the first door after many considerations. Whether what he saw before was himself after the overlap of time and space, or a simple hallucination, whether it was an interference or a reminder. Choosing to enter other
In the corridor, the probability of finding the potion has not decreased, but the probability of encountering danger, or "making the wrong choice", is lower than when walking through the first door.
The priority exploration of other paths can also be used as evidence for what happened on the first path. After more script information is collected, the previous scene may be explained more accurately.
Ta-ta-ta-ta...a very high-frequency sound of footsteps.
After entering the third door, Feng Bujue started running in the corridor. He ran very fast, and his figure was like a purple cheetah. He passed through the corridor. He knew well that in this kind of cookie-cutter corridor, he could not delay any longer.
It's time.
After the first twenty-three minutes of browsing, he still hadn't found a potion. Even after finding the potion, he would probably have to spend time solving several chainsaw door games. That kind of game can be said to be refreshing.
If you play it in reality, it will not only cause permanent disability and psychological shadow, but also have a high probability of death. In the horror paradise, take the current script as an example, it is not played well, at least
If the survival value or time is greatly damaged, the Contra Medal will be awarded.
[Jazz Dance] was not exploded in the previous scenario, which is a blessing among misfortunes for Feng Bujue. This has the magical effect of increasing running speed and reducing physical energy consumption. It can help him grab a lot of money at this time.
Time comes.
"Eh?" Feng Bujue was running. He saw a door popping up on the side of the corridor ahead, a wooden door that looked quite old.
This is in the middle of the corridor. I don’t know how long the road ahead is, but there are rooms in this corridor. It’s a bit unexpected. I thought that these monotonous corridors were just passages that consume players’ time, connecting different flag locations.
Unexpectedly, there are actually some settings on this half way.
Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door without hesitation and stretched out his hand to pull the doorknob. He must go in. What if there is a bottle of potion inside? No one said that the potion must be at the end of the corridor, and besides, there are
There is no end. Whether there is a potion at the end is a question mark. It is as unknown as what will come out from behind the door in front of you.
The door was opened, and it was very quiet. There was no "squeaking" sound like the wood in Feng Bujue's imagination. The room was very dark, and the lights in the corridor were swallowed up by the darkness when they reached the door. Feng Bujue didn't rush in, he
I took out a flashlight and shined it inside to see clearly what was going on inside.
This is an empty small room without any furniture. There are some empty cartons and large baskets piled in the corner. There is actually a window in the room, but it is tightly sealed by an iron plate. There are no other doors in the room.
, and there was no carpet on the floor. The floor was different from the corridor outside. It looked very worn, uneven, and had some mottled marks, which seemed to be caused by insects.
It is difficult to say what clues or items are hidden in this room, but one thing that is certain is that there is no one in it, and there is no place for people to hide.
Feng Bujue observed it for more than ten seconds, then stepped in.
When he stepped through the door with both feet and was in this small room, a strong chill gripped him. It felt like standing in the snow and ice in winter wearing a thin shirt. This coldness
It is so real and is definitely not caused by any psychological factors.
"Hey... what kind of air conditioner is this? It's still room temperature just one step outside the door..." Feng Bujue wasn't afraid anyway, he was still talking to himself relaxedly.
He raised his flashlight and was about to look around the corners to see the blind spots that were invisible outside the house. At this time, the door behind him moved on its own and closed quietly just like when it was opened...
"Close the door again?" Feng Bujue seemed a little impatient with the situation of being shut down after entering a claustrophobic space. He turned around and grabbed the doorknob, turning it with all his strength, trying to open the door.
As a result...it really failed.
After the door was closed, Feng Bujue felt as if he was behind bars, and the chill in the room became even stronger. Feng Bujue couldn't hold the door open, and he was still out of breath. The flashlight illuminated the bursts of white breath exhaled from his mouth.
.
"Okay, okay... this is a time-wasting trap. You can only get out after solving the puzzle, right?" Feng Bujue shook his head, turned around quickly, and began to search the house with great helplessness.
He looked at the four corners. They were all normal and devoid of anything. Then he walked towards the few old cardboard boxes and empty baskets in the corner. At this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly felt something...
He realized that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from above.
Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, and at the same time moved the light of the flashlight upward, and then saw... in the middle of the ceiling, there was a dark shadow formed by air floating, its shape was not very clear, it seemed to be the shadow of a person.
Its body is close to the ceiling, as if it can isolate or engulf the light. When the bright light of the flashlight hits it, the aperture is separated around its body.
Feng Bujue stared at this guy calmly, and it also looked down at Feng Bujue. Not long after this weird atmosphere lasted, the shadow gradually faded and disappeared...
Unexpectedly, about three seconds after it completely disappeared, two faint blue beams of light suddenly shot from above, exactly where the shadow's eyes were.
Any normal person standing here would be shocked, but Feng Bujue just stood there motionless, without even shaking his hands, and said feebly: "You're so startled... you're quite lively.
ah……"
At this time, the shadow jumped down from above. Feng Bujue took a step back and easily avoided it. He took out the [one-hit killer gun], pointed at the opponent and said, "What do you want to do?"
The shadow gradually became clear and real from a state of nothingness. He became a black humanoid figure, which looked like the murderers who were planted in Conan's hands, except that this guy's eyes were blue, and There are also strange folds on his body, and blood-like liquid can be faintly seen flowing in the folds, as if this guy's blood vessels grow outside the body and are transparent.
"Can you tell ghost stories?" The shadow spoke, sounding like a middle-aged man.
"You...hahahahaha..." Feng Bujue didn't know which nerve was wrong. He suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny. This sentence made him laugh. After about ten seconds, he He barely controlled his emotions and said, "I'm warning you, I'm in a hurry."
"Tell me a ghost story." Shadow said again.
Feng Bujue put down the gun. He was not worried that the killer gun would not kill him with one hit, but he was worried that if he killed him, he might be trapped in this room and unable to get out. "If I told you... Is there any benefit?" he asked.
Even though it was such a seemingly simple and casual question, Feng Bujue actually considered it very carefully. He didn't ask "Can you let me out if I tell you?", but asked "What are the benefits?", so that the other party's answer would be There are more possibilities. If the flag of this room is to tell a story before opening the door, then it will be the same no matter how you ask. But if after telling the ghost story, there are other benefits besides getting out, then the question will be answered unconsciously. You can know all the rewards in advance.
"If you can scare me, I will let you out." Shadow replied.
"Wouldn't it be easier if I kill you with one shot and then go out?" Feng Bujue didn't raise his gun, he was just testing with words.
"Hmm..." The shadow was actually thinking, "Okay, if the story you tell scares me, I will not only let you out, but I will also send you directly to the "cell" at the end of this corridor. You were in Run that way, right? That's a long way."
After saying this, Feng Bujue understood everything. He could defeat it with a gun and get out, but the time wasted here could not be recovered. And to tell the story... Although it would take a few more minutes to get in, But that way you can go directly to the end of the corridor. Maybe it will save some time. God knows how long the second half of the corridor is...
"Okay, let me tell you something." Feng Bujue seemed to be familiar with this matter. He used the light of the flashlight to shine on his face from bottom to top, and said in a sinister tone and deep voice: "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver..."
After seeing this, I think everyone should understand why Feng Bujue is prohibited from contacting children...
"...He often had to work late. One day, when he was passing a relatively unfamiliar road, he saw a woman in white waving to him in front of him..." Feng Bujue picked a story that was not too long, although it was based on With his storyteller-like skills, he could tell a joke for an hour, or even compose a short horror novel and dictate it, but at this moment, he naturally kept the length as short as possible: "The driver doesn't have much Thinking, he stopped the car.
The woman opened the back door and sat in the car. She seemed to be very light. When she got in, the driver didn't feel any ups and downs in the car. The driver asked her, 'Where are you going?' while looking away.
