"I haven't used any of the Contra medals yet, and my personal time has already passed forty minutes. According to what the rabbit said, I will appear in the cell at the forty-first minute of map time and hand the puppet to it.
.That is to say... After a while, I reached the beginning, entered the fourth corridor, captured the puppet, and reached the end again. It took a total of eighteen minutes of personal time..." This was the first time that Feng Bujue calculated at the same time in a script.
With so many things to do, and his physical fitness is not easy, he is sure to run non-stop. "If I don't defeat a small boss during this turnaround, I'm afraid there won't be enough time when I reach the end again."
"In fact, when he rushed into this corridor, he had already overturned his plan of running back directly through the corridor. "The difficulty now... I came from the cell at 85 minutes on the map, and I must do it within seven minutes.
Get rid of the mini-boss in this corridor..." He thought of this and sped up a little more: "As long as you do this and make sure that it takes no more than twenty-three minutes to run through the corridor, you won't be lost due to map time.
fail."
Just as I was thinking this, on the road ahead, a door indeed appeared. The door of a room also appeared on the wall on one side of the second corridor.
But this door is very different from the shabby wooden door in the small room where Alden is located in the third corridor. This door looks like a door for a warehouse used to store biological and chemical weapons.
The door frame is made of metal, which is shiny and reflective, and the door panel is like an extremely thick metal wall. There is no handle on the door, but a round valve is installed.
This scene couldn't help but remind Feng Bujue of the Saw script he once played. That cold room-like room seemed to have such a huge and thick metal door.
"It's not like he's repeating his old tricks..." Feng Bujue thought in his heart, but the movements of his hands didn't stop at all, without any hesitation or flinching.
At this moment, Feng Bujue had a faint feeling that the little boss behind this door might need to be killed...
Previously, in the end cell eighty minutes later, there was only one mini-boss in the four cells. Even the puppet Billy Rabbit only let Feng Bujue go to the past timeline to capture this prisoner.
That's all.
Regarding the mini-boss in the first corridor, Rabbit asked him to contact him at the end. This incident can be related to the scene he saw at the beginning. In terms of personal time, Feng Bujue is likely to be in
In the near future, after arriving at the end for the last time, I went to the first corridor, and then never returned to the cell... Let's put this matter aside for the time being.
At the moment, it seems that the prisoner in the second corridor is about to be killed. Based on this deduction, Feng Bujue will return to the end in a while, and then go to the fourth corridor to catch the puppet. When he
When you reach the end cell, you will have three bottles of medicine, a puppet, and news of the death of the prisoner in the second corridor... So the Rabbit later did not express any opinion on the fact that the prisoner was not in the cell.
If things develop like this. At the 41st minute, Feng Bujue's personal time at the end of the cell should be forty, plus eighteen. Adding in the time spent passing through the second corridor, it is optimistically estimated to be more than seventy minutes.
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The last twenty minutes were just enough for him to enter the first corridor from the end... and trigger the previous scene without causing a space-time paradox. As for why? I'm afraid we won't know until some time.
"Hey..." Feng Bujue stretched his waist and exerted force, bending his knees and exerting force with both arms. He almost used his whole body to move the valve with strong resistance. But as long as it can move, the next step is
After no more effort, I turned the valve counterclockwise three or four times. I heard a "click" and the latch in the metal door seemed to be loosened.
This metal door should open outwards, so Feng Bujue struggled to pull the thick door towards him. When he opened the door, the red light in the room shone into the corridor.
Feng Bujue subconsciously glanced at the door. It only lasted a few tenths of a second. After the glance, he looked away. This was a coherent action. But the image of the monster in the room was already engraved on Feng Bujue.
in his mind, and a second later, unfortunately, he recognized the monster standing in the corner...
"F*ck!" At the same time that these two words came out of Feng Bujue's mouth, the monster instantly moved to the corridor. It stood beside Feng Bujue, stretched out its arms, and used an incredible force to
The speed broke Feng Bujue's neck...
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SCP-173 related information
Item number:scp-173(thesculpture)
Object Class: euclidean
Biological properties: Undetermined non-living entities with signs of life.
Source: Unknown.
Body composition: building materials.
Inside the body: without any life drive or organs.
Metabolism: Yes, confirmed to be excreted.
Perception: Yes, you can confirm whether there are eyes watching it.
Movement method: unknown, teleportation.
Behavior: Break the necks of all living things.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked containment area (hereinafter referred to as the container) at all times. If personnel must enter this area, they must enter at least three people, and the entrance must be locked after entering.
door. At least two staff members must maintain eye contact with SCP-173 at all times until work is completed and the entrance is reopened.
Description: SCP-173 was moved to Sector 19 in 1993. Its origin has been unknown. It is constructed of concrete and steel and contains traces of brand spray paint. SCP-173 is mobile and extremely hostile, but in
While being watched, it cannot move.
Line of sight with SCP-173 must not be interrupted at any time, and persons in the same room must alert each other before blinking.
When not being watched, SCP-173 will teleport in front of the target, break the connection between the skull and neck, and strangle them. In the event of an attack, personnel are required to follow Level 4 hazardous object containment procedures.
Personnel reports indicate that there will be sounds of stone scraping coming from unoccupied containers. This is a normal phenomenon. If the subject has any changes in its habits, it should be reported to the HMCL supervisor on duty for handling.
The reddish-brown substance on the floor was composed of feces and blood. The origin of this substance is also unknown.
The container must be cleaned every two weeks.
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A white light flashed in front of Feng Bujue's eyes, and then he appeared in the fan-shaped area at the head. The system prompt sounded at the same time: Your item Contra Medal has been consumed.
"Why do you appear here?" This was the first question that appeared in Feng Bujue's mind, and he quickly gave himself an answer: "Is the 'starting point' that appears in the current time and space domain after death...
He thought: "Whichever corridor you die in, you will appear at the end of that corridor, and you will be tested inside the door of the corridor..." He recalled the self that was shot dead before: "If you cross the
If you go out and die in the fan-shaped area... you should be resurrected in the dead end at the beginning of the script."
While he was thinking, his eyes were facing the fan-shaped room across the door from him, and at the same time, there was a strange buzzing sound behind him, as well as the sound of stones scraping against wood.
An ominous premonition came over him, but when Feng Bujue realized the problem, it was already too late. As soon as he turned his head, he was met by a pair of stone arms and was strangled for the second time.
Your item Contra Medal has been consumed
I was still thinking about how to use the four medals before, but now I handed over two medals instantly...
Feng Bujue was quite familiar with the characteristics of SCP-173, so when he was strangled for the second time and resurrected on the spot, he immediately opened his eyes wide and stared at the curious monster in front of him.
The surface of SCP-173's body is like plaster, with a dirty white body and a huge "head" with a red, black and green trademark pattern printed on it. Its height is more than two meters, proportionally speaking, it is as tall as the super long one.
Compared with its torso, its legs are shorter and its hands are shorter. But as a monster with full level instant step and no need for a second move to kill, the length of its limbs does not mean that it cannot fight. On the contrary, it has always killed the enemy instantly, especially
They are human beings. The two strangulations that Feng Bujue suffered just now are a good proof.
The basic key to dealing with SCP-173 is to continue "gazing". When being observed by a living body, 173 cannot move, but as long as there is a slight gap, such as blinking, then in an instant, 173 will
Will teleport over and kill the target.
Feng Bujue didn't want to be killed by the opponent for a third time. He didn't have the strength to hold a watermelon knife and slash from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road for three days and three nights without blinking an eye. He didn't think that SCP-173 could communicate with him.
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Therefore, the next second, the gunfire of a one-hit killer gun rang out, and SCP-173's body exploded after being hit by a small pistol bullet.
Feng Bujue had never thought about what it would be like if 173 was killed, but at this moment he saw one of the possibilities with his own eyes. The white concrete body fell apart, and several fist-sized fragments hit Feng Bujue.
I don't know, but this kind of injury is not fatal.
SCP-173's body also exploded with a large ball of plasma, pouring it all over Feng Bujue's body like splashing ink. He didn't even have time to hide. Finally, one or two meters away from the door of the second corridor, there was a
A man covered in blood, black liquid on the ground, and strange corpse fragments scattered everywhere.
Feng Bujue wiped his face and smelled the smell of "blood", "Well...it seems to be just blood." In fact, he comforted himself like this because he was just worried that the blood was mixed with shit or something like that...
Among the corpse fragments on the floor, there is a dot that is glowing, just like the shining dots emitted by objects dropped on the floor in those top-down RPG games.
Feng Bujue naturally would not ignore such an obvious reminder. He walked over, stretched out his hand and touched it, and the bright light turned into an object. At the same time, the system prompt also rang in his ears:
