On the wall where the bed is leaning, there are many faint carvings, all of which are carved with the same thing... four parallel vertical lines, plus a diagonal line drawn on these four lines.
This is usually a mark used by imprisoned people to calculate the days. If they are Chinese, they may have the word "正" engraved on them, but the walls in front of them are all painted with this kind of four vertical and one diagonal marks.
"Well... there are no less than six people who have carved marks on the wall..." Feng Bujue's eyes wandered over the marks and he muttered.
It is not difficult to come to this conclusion. Although it is just a line, the depth, length, and angle of each person's engraving are different. Moreover, in order to prevent confusion with the marks carved by others, the marks carved by each person are the same as those of others.
The marks are spaced apart by a distance.
"If you want to leave carvings on such a stone wall, you can't use nails. You need tools." Feng Bujue knelt down on the bed, close to the wall, and used his palms to touch and feel the marks: "These
Everyone uses the same thing..." He looked around the room again: "And that thing is not in this room at the moment..." An answer appeared in his mind in a second: "Is it tableware?
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He carefully scanned the four walls, ceiling, and floor of the entire room, "Well... all the scratches are on the wall next to the bed, but there are none elsewhere..."
"Suppose they can only get the tableware when eating, and after eating, they must return the tableware and the plate together, otherwise they will be punished." Feng Bujue analyzed: "Then, the time when these marks were carved is
Their meal time..." He turned his attention to those carvings again: "Because he sat on the bed to eat, so after eating, did he carve it next to him..."
"No!" Feng Bujue immediately rejected this speculation.
He quickly came to the iron door and first looked outside through the iron window above. The corridor outside the door was paved with wooden floors and stone walls on both sides. The ceiling height was slightly higher than that in this room. On the walls
At the angle between the cell and the ceiling, there is a fluorescent tube installed at every other section. Looking out from the cell, there is nothing worth noting within the visual range, but it is dark and difficult to distinguish from places twenty meters away.
After roughly looking around for a few seconds, Feng Bujue immediately lay down on the ground to observe the rectangular opening under the iron door. He almost pressed his face against it, sniffed the smell with his nose, and finally touched it with his hand.
He opened the edge of his mouth and licked his fingers again... then stood up with satisfaction.
"Food has been stained on the upper and lower edges of the food delivery port, which means that someone is indeed using this port to pass food in." He cast his eyes to the corner of the room farthest from him, "And the bucket for excretion is placed there.
The corner on the other side of the room..." He returned to the bedside and thought: "The prisoner's range of activities obviously covers the entire room... he can not only go to the door to get food, but also go to the corner on the other side for convenience. If these
The marks are carved with cutlery, and they can be carved on any wall."
"Then... assuming there is no such thing as tableware..." Feng Bujue stood up again, standing in the middle of the room, doing Kudo Shinichi's signature move, holding his elbow with one hand and his chin with the other.
He looked at the door, as if he was replaying fragments of the past. In the picture in his mind, the only things that were passed through the opening were a piece of bread and a plastic plate filled with soup.
"Hmm... It's probably more likely that there are no tableware." Feng Bujue turned his attention to the marks on the wall again: "Okay, then what are these carved with? And they must be engraved on this wall...
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Erroneous assumptions eliminated, the answer is right in front of you.
An idea flashed in his mind, and a smile appeared on Feng Bujue's lips. He took a step forward, lifted up the sheets (note: the sheets and mattress on this bed are the same thing), and saw what he was looking for.
s things.
This bed is a whole, and no single part can be disassembled. The four legs are welded to the ground. The frame of the bed is entirely made of iron, and the bed board is not a wooden board, but a metal spring intertwined together.
However, some of these springs have been broken. Although these metal springs cannot be completely pulled away from the bed board, the broken end can be held and bent to the wall for marking.
"No wonder the carvings are all on the wall next to the bed, and they are all below a certain height. Due to the pulling force at the other end of the spring bars, they cannot write stably and can only barely carve straight lines." Feng Bujuehua.
After five minutes, he speculated on the origin of the scratches. For him, this process of observing the environment, collecting information, reasoning and solving problems was simply an endless pleasure... It made him forget about the faint pain in his body.
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"This room has no windows, and you cannot see the sunrise or sunset. The people who are locked up here have to judge how many days have passed... they must rely on their senses, their biological clock, and the number of times people outside bring them meals as evidence." Feng
Unconsciously, he began to pace back and forth: "And this marking tool is not easy to find..." He said thoughtfully: "Hmm... It seems that there are far more than six people who have been imprisoned in this room.
But among the many prisoners, there are only six or seven who are relatively calm-minded and have relatively clear thoughts, and have not given up on survival."
"The carvings all stopped on the ninth day, which means that these people have not stayed here for more than ten days. When they saw the marks carved by their predecessors, they should also be able to infer that... on the tenth day, or the ninth day
Something will definitely happen at night. Judging from the current atmosphere, there is a 1% chance of being released, a 1% chance of changing rooms, and the remaining 98% of being killed..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly: "Humph.
... Even so, all they can do is record the number of days they have been imprisoned on the wall."
He walked to the wall and leaned on his height. "Without a plot synopsis, I can't be sure whether I am playing Crazy Bujue or someone else... Hmm... I seem to be about the same height." He put his hand down.
He leaned against the wall at a height parallel to his head, and then visually checked, it should be about 1.8 meters, "The clothes are my own, the luggage column..." He then glanced at the game menu and the flashlight in the luggage column.
, scp500, Ms. Moxxi’s bad temper, and the survival value supplements all turned gray and could not be taken out. "Tch...as expected." He said unhappily.
"Okay... let me think about it... the guy dragging 'me' in the opening CG is only less than 1.7 meters tall, but he can drag a 1.8 meter adult with one hand." Feng Bubu said.
Jue speculated on the strength of the boss: "It must be more powerful than ordinary people... At least in terms of strength, it is similar to a level 27 player like me. If that guy controls the food of these prisoners and lets them eat only one meal a day, then he
It is completely possible to suppress all the prisoners here without using weapons."
Feng Bujue walked to the door: "What kind of person would be responsible for such a prison game... a murderer, a sadist, a cannibal, a mad scientist..." Combined with the only words the boss had at the beginning of the film
After a few words of dialogue, Feng Bujue knocked his palm with his fist: "Yes, scientist."
"Those words he said... were he talking to me? Or were he talking to himself?" Feng Bujue thought: "Or, were he talking to me as well as to himself?"
While he was talking, he grabbed the iron grating of the small window above the iron door and tried to pull and push it a few times. The door just made a clanking sound, so it was obvious that the door was locked.
There are no door handles on both sides of this iron door. There is only a keyhole. Because there is a small window at the top, the door can be opened without a handle.
Feng Bujue squatted down again and looked into the keyhole. This was of course meaningless...
"Escape from the room... Haha..." Feng Bujue confirmed the task content in the taskbar: "Since it is a script for the advanced stage of the game, and it is a single-player nightmare, it must be tailor-made for me.
...There is no need to think about using brute force to break through the iron door. So, I just want to find a way to open the lock..."
He took out the pipe wrench and began a carpet search. Starting next to the door, he gently tapped on the walls and floor inch by inch, trying to find if there were any mechanisms or mezzanines, even the corners behind small wooden cabinets and plastic barrels.
He didn't let it go either. He moved the two items away and inspected them carefully.
As a result, nothing was found...
So, he started to tear the bed sheet. The bed sheet was quite thick. But the stuff inside was not rotten cotton or goose feathers, but rags. It looked like it was cut up from some old clothes, with various colors and materials.
have.
Feng Bujue found nothing in the sheets except rags, so... he put all the rags on the ground and tried to sort them...
He made different sortings according to color, material, and even area, but the results were meaningless. It seemed that there were no rules to follow among these rags. However, he still did not give up and actually tried to use these colorful rags.
Strips of cloth complete a puzzle...
After sitting on the ground and playing for half an hour, Feng Bujue finally gave up. After some attempts that were impossible for a normal person to do, he came to the conclusion that a normal person would make in a few seconds: This is what a normal person would do in a few seconds.
Just a pile of useless rags.
"Hey... it's a waste of life. It's a pile of rubbish. Even if you weave these rags into ropes, there's still no place to hang yourself in this room." Feng Bujue laughed at himself: "Where else could the key be hidden?" He said.
He first looked at the small wooden cabinet: "The three drawers of this cabinet are already empty." He then looked at the blue plastic bucket: "That bucket... there was nearly three inches of feces and urine accumulated at the bottom, and the keys were hidden.
The possibility is not impossible..." He swallowed: "The bottom of the bucket is too deep, and it is inconvenient to bend down and get in to find it. But what if I pour out the contents of the bucket and find nothing?
One place..."
He wanted to get rid of the weird thoughts from his mind, so he came to the small wooden cabinet first. This time he simply pulled out the three drawers from the cabinet and placed them on the ground. Then he laid the small wooden cabinet horizontally on the ground and stretched out his hand.
I went in and felt and explored, but unfortunately, I found nothing except dust. I knocked carefully and found no hidden box or other settings.
The three drawers are now placed side by side on the floor. The wooden board is only a little thick. Without checking, it is known that there cannot be a mezzanine. Solving the puzzle once again reaches a dead end.
"Is it really hidden in shit... It's too much..." Feng Bujue turned his head and took a deep look at the plastic bucket in the corner of the room, "What kind of script is this? It's too pressing..."
He suddenly had another idea: "Hey! If I pour the contents of the bucket into three drawers, it won't be all over the floor... The drawers are shallow and easy to find."
Thinking of this, he was really ready to do it. He stood up immediately, carried a drawer and walked to the plastic bucket. Fortunately, at this moment, his eyes caught something.
"Oh!" Feng Bujue picked up the drawer and looked at the bottom of the drawer, "Hahahahaha!" After laughing wildly for a while, he turned the other two drawers upside down.
It turned out that there was a word written in blood on the bottom of each of the three drawers. Feng Bujue arranged them according to their up and down positions when they were inserted in the wooden cabinet, and the information he got was: the top drawer had "bed" written on the back.
, the middle drawer says "key" and the bottom drawer says "bracket".
"The key is hidden..." Feng Bujue suddenly turned around and looked at the bed again. He walked over and started tapping here and there with a pipe wrench. He soon discovered something fishy.
On the outer side of the bed, the horizontal bracket parallel to the bed board is hollow. The one against the wall is solid. Feng Bujue started from one end of the bed, from bottom to top, and beat it inch by inch.
When the bracket finally reached the middle, I heard movement inside.
"You actually hid the key in a place like this...did someone find it for you?" Feng Bujue cursed in a low voice.
In fact, he has nothing to complain about. Isn't there a prompt written on the back of the drawer? You can only confirm the location by relying on the prompt. Otherwise, who would know that it is in a place like this...
Bang bang bang, even knocking and twisting. There is not even a dent in this iron bed.
"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue asked: "The high-quality pipe wrench is not damaged at all when you knock it on. Are you trying to hint to me... that there is a chainsaw hidden in the dung bucket?"
He sat cross-legged on the ground, finished cosplaying Kudo Shinichi, and now began to learn how to hold back ideas...
"Yes!" Feng Bujue really had an idea.
He had the mentality that he would not get pregnant even if he tried. He used [Not So Hasty Maintenance] on the bed once, but unexpectedly the skill failed... The 60% success rate of Level D in Equipment Specialization and [Refining]
Ice Warlock's Perseverance] Even though the success rate of all active skills increased by 10%, he still failed...
This made Feng Bujue begin to doubt whether his idea was wrong.
However, 200 stamina points were wasted, which did not allow him to retreat. Anyway, this skill had no CD, so he used it again. This time, the skill was successfully used. The appearance of the bed changed.
"Sure enough! This is counted as a mechanical creation!" Feng Bujue was overjoyed. Although this bed, which is made of pure metal and cannot be disassembled, seems to have a simple and clear structure, it is reasonable to classify it as a mechanical creation.
Because there is only one mechanism on it.
Just like the communication equipment that Feng Bujue repaired in Shenyou Village, this bed is also the kind of object whose attributes cannot be observed from the game menu, but can be repaired. Feng Bujue used skills to restore it to [normal] quality.
Finally, all the rust on the bed disappeared, and the partially broken springs on the bed board were restored to their original positions.
The most critical change lies in the two ends of the bracket on the outside, that is, the two junction points where the iron bar connects the head and foot of the bed. There are two more metal machine wedges. Originally, these two parts
It has been rusted and polished, and the outline is completely invisible. But at this time, as long as Feng Bujue lifts it separately with a pipe wrench, it can be revived.
Then, after working for a few minutes, he successfully removed the metal bracket from the bed.
After leaving the bed, the bracket becomes a two-meter-long hollow iron rod. When boys hold similar gadgets in their hands, they will have the urge to imitate a certain monkey. For some reason, this passion continues into adulthood.
There is still no intention of fading away, I wonder if it will disappear when I become middle-aged...
Getting back to the subject, Feng Bujue erected the hollow stand and knocked it on the ground twice. He thought the key would fall along the hollow tube, but when he took the stick away, nothing fell out.
"Yeah..." Feng Bujue picked up the iron rod, closed one eye, and looked inside with the other eye. He could see a little light coming from the other end. There was indeed a very small thing in the middle of the stick.
The outline of the object should be the key, but for some reason, the thing won't fall out.
Feng Bujue tried turning the stick over again to see if there would be any reaction if he slid it down from the other end. The result was still the same, it couldn't fall out. He became so angry that he sat on the ground, holding the stick horizontally, and used a pipe wrench.
After banging it for a while... I picked it up and saw that the position of the key had not changed.
"What kind of setting is this...it will move when you hit it through the pipe, which means it is not fixed or welded to the inner wall, but it cannot be poured out when the pipe is erected..." He confirmed again and again that the metal bracket was not fixed or welded to the inner wall.
There is no situation where the two ends are narrow and the middle is wide. "This is just the first puzzle. Is it necessary to go to this level...what else do you want from me?"
This soliloquy of "What else do you want from me?" suddenly inspired Feng Bujue.
"Wait, could it be..." He thought as he reached into his coat pocket. The soap, candles and numbers from before were all put away casually inside.
"So far in solving the puzzle, leaving aside the reasoning part... In actual operations, my skill [Not-so-Sloppy Repair] and the equipment [Mario's Pipe Wrench] are both necessary. Without these two, it is simply impossible.
We have reached this point." Feng Bujue said: "Since the system is a script designed to stump me, then..."
At this time, he took out the [Anti-Gravity Ejector] from his bag. This item did not turn gray, so...
Feng Bujue pressed the grab button of the ejector to levitate the candle, and then adjusted the candle to a suitable angle with his hands. Then, he stuffed one end of the candle into the end of the hollow bracket, and sure enough... it fit perfectly.
, just enough to fit in.
"Well, designing the puzzle this way also has certain advantages. At least when I solve it, I can easily know that I am right..." Feng Bujue said and pressed the launch button.
