[You have chosen the single-player survival mode (nightmare), please confirm.]
[Confirmed, the script is being generated...]
【Loading starts, please wait.】
"Welcome to the horror paradise." The familiar line rang out again.
[Loading completed, you are currently in single-player survival mode (nightmare). 】
[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance that side lines/hidden tasks and special world views will appear.]
[Reward for clearing the script: randomly draw a puzzle card.]
[The script introduction will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is completed. 】
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The moment the opening CG started, there was this sound, which seemed to be the sound of an object rubbing against the floor.
The picture in front of Feng Bujue was pitch black at first. After a few seconds, just like opening his eyelids, a gap opened in the middle of the picture and expanded, allowing him to gradually see the scene in front of him clearly.
The picture was very blurry. There was a short and thin figure in front of him. Judging from the outline, it was a man. He was wearing a blood-stained shirt and overalls, walking in front of Feng Bujue.
Feng Bujue, or rather the role played by Feng Bujue at this moment, was lying on the ground, and the figure from behind was grabbing one of his feet and dragging him through a long corridor.
"Don't worry...everything will be fine...there must be something wrong...I will find a way..." the figure from behind said to himself.
Feng Bujue was unconscious at the moment and could not control the movement of the camera, because this was still the opening CG stage, and he was only watching an event experienced by others from a first-person perspective.
About thirty seconds later, the back figure stopped in front of an iron door at the end of the corridor, and then there was a slight sound of metal collision.
The door opened. Feng Bujue watched helplessly as he was dragged into a cell-like room. The screen shook twice, and finally it was pointed at the ceiling.
Then, there was the sound of the short man leaving the room and locking the door. Until he walked out of the door, he was still reciting those words over and over again.
[Important note: Items of type "consumables" cannot be used in this script, nor can equipment and tools powered by consumables (ammunition, batteries, etc.) be used. 】
"Wtf?" Feng Bujue cursed in his heart: "You didn't even tell me half of the plot synopsis, but you told me such a harsh restriction first?"
He scolded it too early, because the next second, the script officially started.
There is no synopsis at all...
Feng Bujue's sight immediately overlapped with the last scene of the opening cg. He was lying on the ground, facing the ceiling.
The moment he gained mobility and consciousness, he felt a heart-piercing pain all over his body. This painful feeling was simply unbelievable, as if every bone in his body was broken, and a large area of his skin was burned.
There are countless bugs crawling under the skin...
Of course, the painful feeling simulated by the system has been weakened, as mentioned above. The player's ultimate pain will not exceed the intensity of hitting the finger with a hammer, otherwise there will be a risk of coma.
However, although the intensity of pain is limited, it is still very rich in form. When the feelings described above happen to the body, let alone how good it is. In reality, Feng Bujue has never experienced this kind of body feeling, even though
He is a man of great endurance, and at this moment he also felt the urge to push.
[The main mission has been triggered]
[Find a way to stop the loss of survival points]
After Feng Bujue heard the system prompt, he immediately opened the taskbar and checked the content of the task. At the same time, he also discovered that the survival value was decreasing at a rate of 1% per second.
"What kind of script is this!" Feng Bujue gritted his teeth and sat up. Just this movement sent a burning sensation down his entire spine, and the muscles in his back and arms also felt numb.
He quickly began to observe the surrounding environment, and despite the interference of pain, he concentrated hard and kept his brain running at a high speed.
Consumables cannot be used in this scenario, which means that Feng Bujue cannot use blood bottles to restore blood. Fortunately, he went to the mall to buy five bottles of survival value supplements (medium) before entering the scenario, but the result was in vain.
Even theoretically speaking, Feng Bujue only has less than one minute and forty seconds to complete this first task. Once this time is exceeded, this will become his last task.
"The way to stop...the way to stop..." Feng Bujue repeated this sentence repeatedly, which allowed him to concentrate better.
He first glanced at the entire cell. There were no windows in the cell, only one door. The door was made of iron, with a small iron window above it. The light from the corridor shone in from there, covering most of the cell with a kind of light.
In the hazy light, there is a rectangular horizontal opening under the iron door, which can just be used to deliver meals. The four walls of the room are made of stone walls, which are full of thickness, and the floor and ceiling are made of cement. There is a table placed against the wall.
It is a very simple bed. The sheets have been stained with blood so that the original color cannot be seen clearly. There are no pillows or quilts on the bed. The four legs of the bed are not high from the ground. A person can barely fit under the bed. The bed's frame is made of iron.
It was welded to the wall and unable to move.
In the farthest corner from the door was a large blue plastic bucket. Judging from the smell emanating from it, that thing was probably the toilet.
In another corner of the room, there was a small wooden cabinet about one meter high with three drawers from top to bottom. As soon as Feng Bujue saw the cabinet, he rushed over without saying a word.
In this case, no matter what is in these three drawers, the player has to open it before talking about it.
In the top drawer, there is a piece of dirty soap. Although it is dirty, the shape of the soap is very complete. It is a very standard rectangle, as if it had just been taken out of the mold.
The same.
The appearance of this thing is really a bit unclear. There is no running water in the room, and the feces and urine are all put in plastic buckets, so naturally there will be no faucets for water. What do you want the prisoners to do by putting a piece of soap here?
?Wash your hands with saliva?
Feng Bujue didn't have time to read the description of the item carefully, so he put it on the top of the small wooden cabinet and then went to open the second drawer.
The drawer in the middle is more interesting. Inside is a candle, white, about fifteen centimeters, slightly thicker than a finger.
"What the hell... I gave you soap but no running water, and you gave me candles but no matches... We don't have anything like this in Chainsaw, right?" Feng Bujue said, putting the candle on the top of the cabinet, and went to open it.
The third drawer.
The drawer at the bottom is very sharp. It contains a small wooden comb.
"Haha...hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed dryly a few times. At this moment, he had almost forgotten, or in other words, had adapted to the physical pain. Compared with this discomfort, these three things he discovered during the process of solving the puzzle
This thing made his balls hurt even more.
"Okay... there is no prompt, so what do you want me to do in this situation..." Feng Bujue thought.
Exactly one minute has passed, and Feng Bujue's survival value is still 39%. He still has thirty-eight seconds to think about it.
"Players cannot take off their clothes in the script, so we can rule out the possibility of using candles to explode their anus..." Feng Bujue touched his chin and said, "Eat soap? Eat candles?" His eyes moved to the bucket.
: "Or eating shit?" He shook his head: "There is no inevitable connection between these behaviors and stopping the loss of survival points."
When he thought of this, his eyes returned to the small comb in his hand. "Since I can't think of a logically related method, let's use all the props one by one...start with the simplest ones first." He said, using
The little comb combed his hair twice.
Unexpectedly, before I finished combing my hair for the second time, the system prompt rang.
[The current mission is completed, the main mission has been updated]
The loss of survival points actually stopped. Feng Bujue's health volume was now 26%. At the beginning of the scenario, it was less than 30%. I'm afraid this is the first time.
There was a check mark next to the previous item [Find a way to stop the loss of survival points], and a new instruction appeared in the taskbar: [Escape the room]
"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked at the comb in his hand: "Although I don't have to try to eat all kinds of strange things, it's too..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly discovered something. He took the small wooden comb
When he came to his eyes, he looked closer and found that there were two very small letters engraved on the handle of the comb: a.a
"Hmm...it seems to be a limited edition." Feng Bujue said half-jokingly.
He took three items, walked to the bed and sat down. He put all three items on the bed, picked them up one by one, and looked at them carefully.
With the completion of the task just now, the pain on Feng Bujue's body suddenly lightened up. Although he still felt a little dull pain, it was much more comfortable than at the beginning. To use an analogy, it was the difference between hanging himself and wearing a neck brace.
…
He looked at it for five or six minutes. There was nothing special about the soap. There was no pattern on the surface, and the smell was not very fragrant. It felt like the most primitive kind of laundry soap. The candle was also a very ordinary candle, and there was no engraving on either item.
"Hmm...is this the only special comb..." He picked up the small wooden comb again and looked at it from all directions. In addition to the a.a words he just saw, he made another discovery...this comb.
The remaining hair on the comb is golden and looks like short hair.
"The short man who dragged me in earlier had brown hair..." Feng Bujue recalled and muttered: "Did other prisoners in this cell use it before..."
He was thinking, and his eyes were moving slowly. When his eyes swept to the wall next to the bed, he made a new discovery...
"Ha, it seems that there are a lot of people detained here..." (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go and read.)
