After the system voice prompts, Feng Bujue checked the game menu again and found that the taskbar was finally unlocked. This was the first time he officially received the main mission. The previous training mode and single-player survival mode were basically closed.
It is completed in a building-style building, the layout of the script is very small, and there is not much choice in the direction of the plot, so the system does not generate tasks superfluously. And the current team survival mode has a large map with a high degree of freedom
, the system must provide a main line to guide the final direction of the game, otherwise players may not understand what to do in the general direction.
After expanding the taskbar, Feng Bujue saw a new window covering the front of the menu, with the task content displayed in the box. The text description of this main task is very simple: [Search the city and find the Devil's Gate.]
"It feels like a magical setting." Feng Bujue glanced at the mission and closed the game menu.
"This city is so big, isn't it like looking for a needle in a haystack to find a door?" Wang sighed.
"The key word used in the mission to remind us is not 'door', but 'devil'." Feng Bujue said, walking to a nearby automatic ticket vending machine and looking at the subway line diagram printed on the machine.
He said, "There are a total of twelve subway lines in this city. Although they are represented by different colors, but..." His fingers moved along the intertwined lines on the picture, and finally stopped at a place.
"Among these dozen intertwined lines, there is such an area..." He opened his hands and pressed on the map, covering the line map around that area, only revealing the middle one: "Five intersecting straight lines, forming
A very standard geometric figure, a five-pointed star."
"Brother, this is too far-fetched." The lonely little brother said: "If you look carefully, you might be able to find many other geometric figures in that mess of lines."
"The second my fingers stop, it means that I have finished searching carefully." Feng Bujue answered. He turned around and explained: "Before we got to this level, whether it was inside the subway or on the platform,
You can only see the station names and schematic diagram of this line. There is no complete route map of the city's subway like this on the lower level.
Before the system prompt sounded, we neither encountered monsters nor wasted much time, and almost did not take any substantive actions. But there must be a reason why the task was triggered. If this task did not have any trigger conditions, we would sit here
It should have been received on the subway. Why should the system wait for us to go up a floor before giving us a prompt?
Therefore... the possibility I can think of is that there is something in this layer that is not found in the layer below, and the information it provides can point us to the devil's door mentioned in the mission."
When he said this, he turned sideways and patted the subway line map printed on the ticket vending machine with the palm of his left hand: "There are only twelve subway lines, but there are thousands of roads on the ground. If this subway line map is useless,
It's meaningless, and the city map is even more meaningless, unless we can find a tourist map with landmarks like 'Devil's Gate' marked on it."
He took a deep breath: "In short, if no one puts forward constructive opinions that contradict this inference, or their opinions themselves have no tenable basis to support... Please move with me to this area in the picture.
Once, if I am wrong, we will reorganize our thinking and discuss it again. If I am right, I will get the skill points, everyone will clear the task, and everyone will be happy."
Feng Bujue finished speaking in one breath, and everyone was stunned. Wang Tanzhi seemed quite calm at this time, because he had seen many scenes like this since he was a child.
Feng Bujue's reasoning ability is a derivative of his proficiency in reading. He is a very smart person. When he was sixteen years old, he scored 138 on the Binet test in school, and his left and right brains each accounted for 69 points.
Balanced thinking. Compared with the "supernormal" geniuses above 140, he is still classified in the group of normal people, but his ability to observe, remember, understand, and reason is well-trained and absolutely incomparable to ordinary people.
As Mr. Conan Doyle said through Sherlock Holmes, in addition to profound knowledge and experience, a good detective is more importantly correct in reasoning skills. Holmes in the article always spares no effort to promote his "deductive method"
, and Feng Bujue is obviously a loyal fan.
His reading addiction comes from another theory of Sherlock: treat knowledge as a reserve, manage the brain as a library, sweep out the unimportant things and forget them, put the unimportant things in the attic, and put the necessary things in the attic.
Stay within easy reach.
This seems to be an idealized memory habit and thinking mode, but in fact, with certain training, it can indeed be achieved. Feng Bujue is a typical self-taught person.
There are many things in this world that are easy to say but difficult to do. For example, if you do dozens of push-ups at home every day, you can become a muscular man without knowing it. If you memorize a few words every day, you can easily pass CET-4 or CET6. If you can write thousands of words every day,
You can become a great god by saving your manuscript... If there was a ranking list of human beings' thoughts of self-deception, these sentences would definitely be at the top.
Faced with this kind of self-discipline training, most people have a high probability of giving up halfway, but as the saying goes, Feng Bujue is one of the few who perseveres, and eventually turns reading and reasoning into habits and hobbies...
"Uh... what the crazy brother said is true. Following this idea is better than wandering around the city after we go out." The second half of Long Aomin's words was addressed to the lonely brother.
"Ah...ah? Oh, okay...okay." The lonely little brother just came back to his senses. In fact, he didn't fully follow Feng Bujue's words and thoughts, but he had a feeling of "Although it's not
I understand very well, but this guy seems to be very powerful.”
The five people immediately set off, with Long Aomin walking at the front, and Feng Bujue following closely behind, telling him which exit he should take to return to the ground, and being responsible for pointing out the general direction after going up.
While passing through a spacious security passage, Feng Bujue discovered what looked like an Easter egg. Among the billboards one after another on the wall of the passage, there was actually an advertisement for a thriller park game.
After walking through the passage and turning right, everyone saw the exit diagonally above. There was an upward escalator on this section of the slope, but it had stopped. There were two rows of ordinary escalators on both sides for walking.
They climbed up the stairs and arrived on the city ground. The moonlight was hazy, and the lights in the city were sparse. There were many cars parked on the street, but they were all turned off. There were billboards on roadside buildings, business places and houses.
All the lights were dimmed, only the street lights on the street were still working normally.
Although there were no moving vehicles, the air in my mouth and nose still felt very turbid, and there seemed to be a layer of mist lingering in front of my eyes, making it difficult to see the distant scenery clearly.
When we were in the subway station, there was a roof above our heads, walls around us, and it was an underground environment, so no one felt anything. But after we came to the open ground, there was an indescribable weird atmosphere all around... That kind of
The unusual silence can almost make people suffocate.
Four of the five people have experienced ups and downs in their fright levels, with stable values ranging from 5% to 15%, and various signs of fear have gradually appeared in them.
"Go along this road, turn left after passing four streets, and then go straight forward." Feng Bujue's tone sounded very normal, and he didn't appear to be affected at all. He quickly recognized a few people on the road.
Landmarks, planned route.
Long Aomin held his shield, nodded, and continued to lead the way, while the other four people walked behind. Everyone was silent, on guard, listening, and tried to walk on the sidewalk close to the street lights.
From time to time, in the darkness, there would be sounds that sounded like beasts breathing, rustling whispers, and faint laughter. Anyway, no matter what kind of sounds, people could hear them, but not clearly.
Long Aomin would look back every few dozen meters. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. "I said crazy brother... you must be in a high-risk profession in reality, right?" Long Aomin asked. He practiced all the way.
At level 10, I have never seen a player like Feng Bujue. It is difficult to conceal fear, but Feng Bujue didn’t even show the slightest fear in his eyes. This shows that he is not pretending to be bold, but is really
Not afraid... Based on the sharp reasoning just now, Long Aomin even suspected that Feng Bujue was a professional special police officer in reality.
"Artist." Feng Bujue replied tepidly, as if he was telling the truth.
Wang Tanzhi was too lazy to interrupt. As far as he knew, there were generally two professions that Feng Bujue declared to the outside world: artist and great writer. Regardless of which point of view his behavior was viewed from, both of these answers were unworthy of beating...
Long Aomin didn't expect to hear this kind of answer at all. He didn't know how to answer it for a while, but the lonely guy spoke again: "Where can someone 'claim' to be an artist?"
"Then I can put it another way." Feng Bujue continued: "I am an art worker with high aesthetic ability and proficient creative skills who is engaged in artistic creation and has achieved certain achievements."
"Isn't this just explaining these three words?"
"Compared to just saying those three words, it seems more modest, doesn't it?"
"It's obviously more arrogant, okay!"
Lonely laughed at the side, curled his lips and said to her: "Can I complain if he doesn't pretend to be stupid?"
At this time, Feng Bujue suddenly stopped and quickly took out [Mario's Pipe Wrench] from his bag, "Well... we just eased the depressing atmosphere, and something troublesome is coming.
"
Long Aomin saw two shadows flashing past in the darkness almost at the same time as Feng Bujue, but he could only see a rough outline and didn't know what they were. Anyway, they were probably some kind of monsters.
"It looks like a deformed baby. There are small sickles at the front of both arms. They are very fast. There should be more than one." Feng Bujue calmly narrated, holding a pipe wrench and approaching into the darkness. At this moment, he
I didn’t know it yet, but after saying these few words, my investigative expertise was activated.
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