Feng Bujue stood in a perfectly round room with soft and bright lights. In the direction he was facing, there were four iron gates. There should be prison cells behind the doors, but there were no connected rooms inside.
There was no light, and it was still unknown whether there was anyone or anything in the cell.
There were also four doors in the direction Feng Bujue's back was facing. The scene on that side was exactly the same as the fan-shaped area he saw at the other end of the passage. He couldn't help but feel that he had been tricked. Could it be that... In fact, no matter what
How do you choose the opposite side? They are essentially the same? These four corridors all lead to this "cell"?
"Ah, you're here again." A voice sounded.
In front of the four cell doors, in the middle of the circular room, there was a desk. The speaker was sitting on the chair behind the desk, looking at Feng Bujue.
It was a large wooden desk, which seemed to be made of very high-grade wood. The details of the table were very exquisite, including the curvature of the table corners, the polishing of the drawer handles, and the well-decorated carvings on the corners.
Exquisite and luxurious, with extraordinary temperament.
Such a piece of furniture, if it were in reality, would definitely not be something that people with such an income could afford, and its price might be more than twice as expensive as a game cabin. You know, as early as the beginning of the 21st century,
Pure wooden furniture is already a rarity. The furniture that ordinary people can buy is basically made of wooden boards pressed by sawdust. Many of them are made of toxic or carcinogenic materials. Businessmen still dare to pretend to be wood.
The furniture was sold. But in Feng Bujue's era, problems such as the oil crisis, environmental pollution, and forests turning into deserts have made many products related to natural resources become luxuries. A desk like the one in front of you,
Their properties are similar to dinosaurs, flying saucers, and beauties without makeup. They are all things that can only be seen in games.
"What do you mean...'coming again'?" Feng Bujue looked at the guy in front of him and said, "Also...why can you talk?"
"Why can't I speak?" the other party replied.
"Well... let me think about it... because you are a rabbit!" Feng Bujue looked at the other party's rabbit face, pretended to say half a sentence, and then yelled.
The guy sitting behind the table talking to Feng Bujue was really a rabbit. To be precise, it was a giant rabbit about the same size as a kangaroo. The joints of its body were not the same as those of a real rabbit, and its appearance had obviously been modified.
Anthropomorphized, it can "sit" on a chair and use its not-so-long hands to pick up things. It also wears a white shirt, a black suit vest, and even a bow tie, but no pants.
"Traveler from another world, you are so rude." On the rabbit's mouth, there were two curving mustaches, and a pair of glasses on his nose. "I am the great [Time]
A loyal servant of the Lord, punctual, wise, elegant, handsome..." When Brother Rabbit said this, he also stroked the pair of big long ears on his head with his short hands: "
The one who makes the villains fearful... Mr. Rabbit!"
Feng Bujue slapped his forehead and wiped his face downward: "Hehe...hehe...it's such a good name that a rabbit took it."
"It's Master Rabbit! Not Rabbit!" Rabbit corrected.
"Okay, okay..." Feng Bujue didn't want to be like a rabbit: "Master Rabbit, do you have any medicine?"
"Are you sick?"
Feng Bujue had veins popping out on his forehead. He was in a complex mood of joy and anger at the moment. "I've been poisoned. I'm looking for four bottles of potion. Do you have any here..."
"Yes." Rabbit replied before he finished speaking.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue was just about to ask the other party how he would be willing to give the medicine to him.
Rabbit added: "But I can't give it to you."
"What do you want?" Feng Bujue asked, "I didn't bring carrots, you know."
"Who said anything about carrots?"
"There's no Chinese cabbage either."
"You kid, this is enough!"
"If you want to experience the feeling of being lifted out of a hat..." Feng Bujue continued to challenge the opponent's tolerance limit with bunny jokes: "As long as you can find a giant top hat big enough to accommodate yourself, I can cooperate."
Rabbit tried to put on a serious look and threatened: "If my cousin were here, I'd probably have two detonators stuck in your nostrils by now." But no matter how you look at it, its face is not intimidating.
"Is your cousin Bugs Bunny?" Feng Bujue replied.
Rabbit clenched his fists and ground his teeth. Suddenly he shouted: "Alden!"
The shadow with blue eyes and exposed blood vessels in the dark room suddenly appeared next to Rabbit at this second and replied: "What's the matter?"
"This appeared at seventy-seven minutes. Was it transmitted from you?" Rabbit asked.
Alden replied: "Yes."
"Explain to him the function of the corridor," Rabbit said.
"Oh." Alden responded, then turned to Feng Bujue.
When Feng Bujue heard the words "seventy-seven minutes", his heart skipped a beat and thought: "Isn't it possible? Although the previous running and low temperature environment will have some interference with my physiological timing, I still think
It only lasts about thirty minutes at most, so what's going on at seventy-seven?"
Alden quickly answered Feng Bujue's doubts. It actually had no mouth on its face, and its voice came directly from the black shadow: "From the room at the 'head end', go through the door and arrive at the other side of the corridor.
One end, the 'end', will cause time to change." It raised its hand and pointed at the second door from the left behind Feng Bujue, "The second door here is the third door at the beginning.
. Entering this third corridor, the time it takes to get here is sixty-nine minutes, plus the time you spent in the corridor."
Feng Bujue immediately asked: "What about the other three?"
"The second corridor is forty-six minutes, plus passing time." Alden replied: "The first and fourth corridors are the same, they are both twenty-three minutes, plus passing time."
What flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, and he immediately asked: "Have I been here just now?"
"Yes, you just took the medicine away from my hand!" Rabbit looked at his pocket watch again: "But at this moment, you seem to be Feng Bujue who only lived for thirty minutes. Well... let's put it this way,
I just need to explain it to you, and I don’t need to talk nonsense to you."
"So... there are two kinds of time here? One is the time I have experienced, and the other is the time of this place?" Feng Bujue said.
"No matter which timeline you reach ninety-two minutes, you will be poisoned to death." Rabbit continued what he said.
Feng Bujue was silent for a full minute before speaking again: "What if I go back through these corridors?"
"Go through the corridor from the end to the beginning. No matter which way you go, you can go back twenty-three minutes according to the current time of this cell, but... on top of that, you have to add the time you passed through the corridor." Austrian
Elden replied
"It's the seventy-ninth minute of cell time now. Suppose it takes me fifteen minutes to run through one of the corridors. Then if I run back to the 'front end' from here, it will be...the seventy-first minute after I go out?" Feng Bujue asked.
road.
"That's right." Rabbit continued; "However, the time at the beginning is not important. As long as you enter the corridor from the beginning, the time will be calculated based on the time at the end of the corridor. For example, if you arrive at the beginning of the ninety-minute
Don't panic if you end the room, just rush into the first corridor, and your time will be synchronized with the cell at the 23rd minute. Of course, if you turn back before running through the entire corridor, then the time will be synchronized with the cell at the 23rd minute.
The moment you leave the room at the end is counted and added to the time you spent in the corridor."
"Did you, the rabbit, come up with such a perverted setting?" Feng Bujue asked.
Rabbit slapped the table, "I'm warning you, Mr. Thirty-two Minutes of Crazy! You are wasting your time now!"
After listening to the rules, Feng Bujue also understood that according to the map time, he should not die. As long as he ran back and forth a few times, he could reach twenty-three, forty-six or sixty-nine, plus the consumption of running.
At a certain point in time. The key is the time he himself has experienced. Based on this time, the failure conditions have not changed, and he will still be poisoned at ninety-two minutes.
Before Rabbit finished speaking, he continued: "Obviously, Alden and I are helping you, otherwise we wouldn't tell you this." He reached under the table, pressed a switch, and said at the same time: "Settings
He is the one who plays this game!"
At this moment, one of the four cells behind Rabbit lit up. In the dark cell, a white cone of light was cast from directly above, illuminating the scene inside the room.
The floor of the cell was made of cement, as were the three walls and the ceiling. Through the iron bars, you could see a stool in the middle of the cell. On the stool sat a small puppet, one wearing a suit and a red bow tie.
puppet.
The puppet's face was in the shape of a Shen, pale and sinister, with black hair wrapped around his head. With his red and black eyes, he was staring at the three people outside the cell door, or one person, one rabbit and one monster...
Feng Bujue pulled out his pistol and walked over. Through the iron fence of the cell door, he pointed the gun at the puppet that often appeared in the "Saw" film, and said in a very serious tone: "Give me a person who will not kill you."
Your reasons."
A hoarse and low voice came from the puppet's belly, as if it were a recording, but its mouth was also moving: "You can't really kill me by pulling the trigger, and by doing so, you are doing harm to you."
The game is not helpful." Its neck actually turned and turned its face in the direction of Rabbit: "In addition, even if I become a prisoner, you are not qualified to deal with me. Am I right?
