Feng Bujue was very lucky that the potion was on SCP-173. If he killed this mini-boss but did not get the potion, it would mean that he would have to search the room in the middle of the second corridor. (Baishuzhai Baishuzhai
.) Fortunately, there was no such problem at the moment. Not only did he successfully obtain the mission items, but his death also saved him time in passing through the corridor. The consumption of the two Contra medals seemed more worthwhile.
After Feng Bujue got the potion, he didn't leave in a hurry. He quickly crouched down and groped among the corpse fragments to see if there were any other rewards. Anyway, his hands were already stained with a lot of blood.
He doesn't care about occupying a little more, not to mention he is a person who doesn't mind being dirty.
This, it has to be said, is also his specialty. Feng Bujue has always been able to treat it very calmly, and even deal with some disgusting things that ordinary people can't bear, such as after being left for three days, it has been produced by flies.
Things like dead bodies that have passed eggs, or skunk nests in old garbage dumps are all within his tolerance limit. In fact, every time he sees a new disgusting substance, Feng Bu is aware of this boundary.
It will expand. To put it mildly, he has discovered a new limit of endurance. To put it more bluntly, he has set a new lower limit...
It didn't take him too long to search the corpse. One minute was enough to confirm that there was nothing on the boss except mission items.
While Feng Bujue was checking the description of the item, he stood up, walked through the door, and entered the fan-shaped area.
[Name: Chemical agent of unknown composition (B)]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Function: One of the raw materials for synthesizing a certain antidote]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: It cannot be stacked with similar items.]
"Strange..." When Feng Bujue saw the note, he thought of a problem... At this moment, there were seven spaces occupied in his luggage, and the items included were: Mario's pipe wrench, flashlight, and eighteen coppers
Human folding stool (No. 5), SCP-5oo (19/2o), anti-gravity catapult, Contra medal*2 and one-hit killer gun.
Now add this bottle of chemical agent (B) with unknown ingredients, and it becomes 8/1o. According to the notes, the three bottles of agent A, C, and D must each occupy an item slot.
Leaving aside the factor of auxiliary carrying capacity in clothing pockets, when Feng Bujue got the last bottle of medicine, all ten slots in the bag should be full. However, he did not need to put the last bottle in the bag, because after getting all four bottles of medicine,
, you can combine it into one bottle. There will be no embarrassment of insufficient luggage space.
Although this may be a coincidence, combined with the puppet Billy mentioning SCP-5oo on the radio at the beginning of the script... Feng Bujue is more willing to believe that the designer of this game is very aware of his situation. I'm afraid it's not just the luggage.
The items in it, including skills, physical fitness, equipment, etc., are all taken into account.
If the system generates a script based on the characteristics of the player, then... this "game" is tantamount to being designed by the system. And the puppet Billy is just a message for the system. Does that mean... Billy himself is just being
Is the system just instilling the awareness that "this game was designed by me"?
That’s why you can’t see anything when using [Win a Thousand Miles], because there is no real boss in this script, there is just a set of rules, a player, and a few specific chess pieces...
After Feng Bujue returned to the fan-shaped area, he looked back at the second corridor. He was surprised to find that all the corpse fragments and blood stains on the ground had disappeared, and it became an empty corridor again, but he himself
The blood on his body is still there.
"That's it..." Feng Bujue seemed to understand something. He didn't dwell on it any longer. At this moment, the personal time he silently calculated in his mind was about forty-six minutes. If everything goes well, by sixty-five minutes, he will
You will appear in the cell at the 41st minute of the map time, and you will already have three bottles of medicine in hand.
In terms of average time, this progress is just right.
Feng Bujue was thinking as he entered the fourth corridor and ran forward. Although the Contra Medal resurrected him, his physical energy after resurrection did not return to full state and the original consumption was still maintained.
Quantity. Even with the help of [Jazz Dance], Feng Bujue's physical fitness is still beginning to be strained. It is currently 894/18oo, which seems to be just over half, but anyone who has run a long-distance race knows that the further you go, the more tired you become...
…What’s more, Feng Bujue is still a long-distance race in a continuous sprint state.
This script is simply a double marathon of physical and mental strength. This marathon is not a sports spirit that emphasizes participation, but a game of death with a death line.
…………
After entering the corridor, five minutes passed in a blink of an eye. The door of the room appeared in front of him at about this time.
Feng Bujue suddenly realized at this moment that he had never completely run through an entire corridor. He only ran the first half of the third one, and only the second half of the second one. The room where the mini-boss was located
Whether it is forward or backward is unknown, and cannot be calculated as half way... Therefore, even if he can estimate the length of the fourth corridor from beginning to end in a while, he has no way of knowing how long it is compared with the other corridors.
Which distance is the shortest?
"No wonder that rabbit doesn't know which path is closest." Feng Bujue said to himself: "First, it's because it has only been to the first corridor, and second, because... I showed up at the forty-one minute
, although I have run through three corridors, I still don’t know the length. If I knew, I would tell that rabbit.”
He performed a Sakamoto-style slide and gracefully arrived at the door, reached out to grab the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered.
This is a rusty iron door. It has a Chainsaw-like feel. The room feels like a dark secret room. The sound of some shafts and gears moving after opening the door also indicates that some mechanism has been touched.
Already.
Feng Bujue didn't even think about leaving a way out. He also knew that blocking the door with something would probably be useless. There were no suitable items in his inventory that could be used to block the door, such as a flashlight or a folding stool.
If not, it will be crushed, but if the pipe wrench... breaks, the loss will be...
Kaden——
The lights turned on, illuminating the whole room very brightly. Above the secret room, an iron cage hung from an iron chain, and the puppet Billy stayed in the cage. His red and black eyes were looking across the
Iron fence, looking down at Feng Bujue.
The hoarse and deep voice from the puppet's mouth also came out at the right time: "Hello, crazy. I want to play a game with you."
