Feng Bujue didn't know where the music in his ears came from, let alone what the black shadow in front of him was going to do. He could only stay on guard and keep at least three meters away from the other party to prevent the black shadow from making any attacks.
sexual behavior.
And the black figure took a moonwalk, walked with his back forward, and walked out of the black room slowly accompanied by the music. When he walked to the front of Feng Bujue, he suddenly screamed and made a crotch-grabbing motion.
At this moment, the background music actually changed and became "beatit".
Feng Bujue has been playing this game so far. In terms of level of shock, this moment should be considered the peak.
But I saw that the black figure changed its dance steps, stepped, moved sideways, and turned around. The movements were extremely smooth and elegant, and it walked towards the ground floor.
As he walked farther and farther, the music became softer and softer, until the shadow turned the corner of the stairs and disappeared from Feng Bujue's sight, and the BGM stopped in time.
"Haha...hehe..." Feng Bujue's mouth twitched and he laughed a few times. He did not follow the opponent because the ground 1f was now completely dark. As long as he followed out of the storage room, he would lose his target. Moreover, he
I'm not sure whether the shadow is an NPC or a monster, and whether it will attack me.
Even he has no clue about this inexplicable plot, or event. This sense of generation is too strong and does not match the plot atmosphere of this script, but it is consistent with the system's consistent prank spirit.
Feng Bujue didn't dwell on this nonsensical scene for too long. Since the light in the corridor could now shine into the room, he just went in and searched.
As mentioned before, except for the darkness, this room was empty. However, after Feng Bujue entered the door, he quickly discovered that there was something unusual in the position where the black figure had been standing.
On that small patch of ground, there was a pool of black stains. From a distance, they looked like stains, but when you looked closer, they turned out to be patterns.
These patterns are composed of black lines and are drawn very delicately. A total of six things are drawn.
"Soap, dentures, perfume, fur hat, blanket, prosthetic eyes." Feng Bujue quickly identified the items referred to by these six graphics. "Are they all plot items that can bring out the script..."
Unknowingly, from the beginning of the script to now, Feng Bujue has found all six items, but he still doesn't know what they represent.
"I seem to smell the scent of a hidden mission..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but laugh.
He was very patient and checked the room carefully, and only left after confirming that there was only this prompt message.
"There shouldn't be a white shadow dancing on horseback behind the white door..." Feng Bujue said half-jokingly as he pushed the door open.
The door opened. The color of the room was naturally white, and it was completely covered with white light, but it was not a strong light, so it was not dazzling. It can be said that the sight line in the room is good. When you first look in, you can confirm the white color.
The room is the operating room.
There is an operating table, or rather... an experimental table, in the middle of the room. The table is wide and thick, made of metal, and connected to the ground. It cannot be moved, so it is estimated that a synthetic human would have no problem lying on it.
A strong, disgusting smell wafted out of the room. This smell became even more choking under the cover of disinfectant. Feng Bujue quickly showed the gas mask again (he had already recovered on the way back from ground level 1f).
Maskless state. Of course, in the eyes of NPCs and monsters, his image is always another person, regardless of the costume). Then he stepped through the door.
There are three or four tool carts on both sides of the experimental table. There are many conventional surgical tools on them, as well as some electric drills, circular saws and other tools used for carpentry work. These heavy tools have all been damaged without exception.
. This could be confirmed just by looking at them, but Feng Bujue still picked them up with great interest and checked the attributes one by one.
He possesses [Not So Hasty Maintenance], even if it is garbage, it can still operate for fifteen minutes. Feng Bujue is right to think so...
Unfortunately, after reading the properties of those junk, he realized a problem. All these heavy tools can only be used by connecting to AC and DC regulated power supplies. To put it simply... they must be connected to an outlet.
There is a saying in a certain movie, "Everyone is blind." This is not unreasonable. For example, if I ask you now, how many sockets are there in the room you are in, you probably don't know.
, if I ask you how many jacks there are in these sockets, I guess no one can know.
The human brain has a protective mechanism that can help us filter out a large amount of "useless" information in our daily lives. Therefore, even if we often see things that come into view, we will know nothing about them.
We don’t know how many windows there are in our homes; we don’t know how many subway stops we take every day; we forget the color of the walls as soon as we leave a place, and we can’t even tell the pattern of the slippers on our feet unless we lower our heads.
Go take a look.
As a person grows and adapts to the surrounding environment, this mechanism will gradually be established. As for which information is "useless", it is the brain's independent decision-making choice.
And without this instinctive protection... Theoretically, the human brain can collect and remember about 86 million pieces of information in life every day, more than any computer in the world. Maybe you didn't realize that so much information would enter.
Your brain, because only 5% of the information collected by the brain can be used subjectively by you, while the other 95% is automatically processed by the brain and entered into your subconscious mind in case of emergency needs.
Having said that, the 95% is actually equivalent to being filtered out, making it difficult to remember again.
Here, I naturally have to say a "but".
However, there are differences between people. In the above-mentioned unconscious situation, the more developed the brain, the greater the amount of information that can be recorded, and the details of things in their memory will be more specific. These
He is the so-called "observant" person.
Obviously, Feng Bujue is such a person, and he has been trained in this aspect since he was a child. Even if he does not deliberately pay attention to the socket problem, at this moment, he can get a very precise idea as long as he takes a dip in his subconscious.
Conclusion There are no sockets in the entire script map.
"Do you want to put it in the suitcase and take it away... Use skills to repair it and it will be used..." Feng Bujue considered: "But it doesn't seem interesting. This kind of tool system is sold in stores, and there is no need to
The plug-in version is quite expensive.”
He thought about it, but still didn't take it. After all, the quality of these things was rubbish. Even if he took them to a store, he wouldn't be able to exchange them for much money.
After searching for five or six minutes, Feng Bujue found nothing, so he had a sudden idea and lay down on the experimental table that exuded an extremely disgusting smell. As a result, CG was actually triggered...
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This CG is what a person lying on the operating table sees from a first-person perspective.
"Please... Haah... Haah... let me go... I have a lot of money, I am a noble, how much do you want... Ah" the man was halfway begging before letting out a scream.
After the bloodshot lens stayed on the ceiling for a few seconds, as the experimental subject struggled forward to raise his head, two figures came into his sight.
In the picture, there is a short man with brown hair and another young man with blond hair. They are both wearing shirts, overalls, masks, and aprons. Their bodies are covered in blood, and they look like two butchers.
Just now, one of the noble's legs was completely amputated from the thigh. Since the experiment required him to stay awake, Arthur used alchemy to make him some "special anesthetic" to make him faint.
Neither can be done.
"Asshole! You two bastards..." the nobleman yelled, and suddenly he paused. There was a burst of blood on the screen: "You! It's you! You are Arthur! The boy who lives on the farm!"
Arthur was about to use a circular saw to cut off the guy's other leg. After hearing this, he stopped and slowly turned his head. "You know me?"
"I...yes! I know you! I remember...in that...that month, old Jim just passed away, and there was no one to replace him at the market. So in that month, you were responsible for transporting goods
Delivered to the market." The nobleman said: "I remember you, a short man, always wearing a cloak to cover your face. It's unmistakable, it's you!" He paused, "Boy, you are so brave,
A mere farmer dares to do such a thing to me. Do you know who I am! The Grand Duke of the Imperial City and I..."
"Is that all you have to say?" Arthur interrupted, his cold expression declaring that the other party's threats were meaningless, "You fat-headed trash, you only know how to consolidate your power and engage in luxurious enjoyment.
Do whatever is good for the world.
You occupy a large amount of social resources, but all you produce is feces. You bring only oppression and burden to your kind, but you force them to endure this while singing praises to you." Arthur sneered, "Even the pastures
The cows and horses in the house, the termites in the mound, are all nobler than you... You simply make me sick." His eyes were full of mockery, "Just let me help you discover some value in the world...
Your hair will be braided into a blanket, your eyeballs will be made into prosthetic eyes, your teeth into dentures, your fat into soap, your skin into a hat, and finally... use your
Corpse oil can be used to make a nice perfume."
Andrew just stood aside at this time, saying nothing, and he couldn't say anything.
The nobleman's expression was extremely frightened, and big beads of sweat rolled down his face, "No... no... no, that's not what I meant... you... whatever you want, I can give you money, or even a title."
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"Hehehe..." Arthur couldn't help laughing, "I'm not as greedy as you, so I feel like I'm not short of money. As for the title..." There was clear murderous intent in his eyes, "I
I am a member of the Xing clan, what do you think I should recommend to the local Grand Duke? Knight? Baron? Hahahaha..."
A few seconds later, the circular saw started running again, and the room was quickly filled with continuous screams.
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"Did I make a mistake..." After Feng Bujue read the CG, he couldn't help but look down at the stuffed outer pockets of his jacket.
Although he put the leather hat, perfume and blanket in his luggage, the soap, dentures and prosthetic eyes were in his pocket. Knowing that these things come from the human body would give anyone goosebumps.
"Hey... I should have guessed that he is such a piss-poor." Feng Bujue muttered, "Okay... now there is only the last room left to go. The pattern of the black room and the image of the white room are undoubtedly
They all remind me what these six items mean... which may very well determine whether I can see the 'true' ending." He calculated, "This is telling me that before opening the gray iron door, if I fail to
If you have collected these six things in the previous game, you should go back and look for them now, right..."
Feng Bujue thought of this and walked out of the white room. He did not open the gray iron door. Instead, he walked towards the ground level 1f. He went up the stairs, opened the wooden door and entered the storage room. Sure enough, looking at the corridor at this moment,
It's no longer completely dark.
Some light shines through the windows of each room, allowing the player to barely see the surrounding scenery. But when looking out the window, it is still chaotic and there is nothing.
"Well... now is undoubtedly the time for free exploration before completing the level. You can go to the upper and lower floors. If you want to find the missing props, you can go there. If you want to just open the gray iron door to see the ending," Feng Bujue thought, "
But it doesn’t mean much to me, because I searched carefully before and got all six items.”
Even though he thought so, Feng Bujue still went to one place, which was the room directly above the hall on the second floor.
He came to the iron door and tried pulling the door handles on both sides, but still couldn't open it.
Feng Bujue left there helplessly and walked through every room from top to bottom. From ground level 2f to underground level 2f, he was not looking for anything. He was just exploring because his obsessive-compulsive disorder made him worry about missing something. So he had to go shopping.
Such a circle.
Finally, he returned to the gray iron gate. Although he gained nothing after this circle, he gained psychological satisfaction...
"Then...a moment to witness a miracle..." Feng Bujue complained while pushing open the iron door.
This room is gray, just like the atmosphere of this script, dark and gloomy.
There was a chair and a small table on the wall facing the door. Arthur sat on the chair and looked quietly at Feng Bujue at the door.
"Are you awake..." Arthur said, "The cell really can't hold you..."
"Do you have a mirror?" This was the first thing Feng Bujue asked.
"Mirror?" Arthur raised his eyes and looked at Feng Bujue for two seconds. Then he slowly raised his right arm and pressed his palm against the wall.
A second later, a piece of wall beside Feng Bujue suddenly glowed with light, and was instantly turned into a mirror.
"Is it possible to do such a thing without drawing a formation?" Feng Bujue thought to himself. He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.
Basically, the image in the mirror did not surprise him. To describe it, it was Andrew who turned into a zombie.
"My silly brother," Arthur said, "You think you are very smart, and this... is the price."
"Can you explain it to me?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Don't you understand?" Arthur replied, "I know that you changed the experimental data; I also know that you secretly changed the formula; and the tricks you used on the refining array... are actually mistakes.
"." He sighed deeply, "While you were playing the role of the innocent and kind-hearted brother, you were planning to plunder my body. But you never expected that from the very beginning, the person you found to 'exchange souls'
The alchemy technique was forged by me." He paused, looked at Feng Bujue's expression, and then said: "You thought you successfully deceived me and made me exchange alchemy skills without knowing it.
.Unfortunately, the fact is exactly the opposite. It was you who misunderstood the function of that array."
"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing and said with a smile, "You blame me?"
Arthur was a little surprised by his reaction, but still maintained his inherent calmness, "Are you insane?"
"No, no." Feng Bujue smiled and shook his head. He just thought these two brothers were very interesting. He originally thought Arthur was a bad guy, but at this moment, it seems that Andrew is not a good guy either. If you think about it carefully, it's true.
He is an accomplice. After such a long time and having helped to do so many crazy things, can we still say that this Andrew is really kind?
"Then brother, can you tell me the real function of this formation?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Of course it's to transform me into a human being." Arthur replied, "The price is to turn an ordinary human into a demon."
"Is this a devil?" Feng Bujue pointed at himself in the mirror, "A devil is this frustrated?"
"Unfortunately, the refining failed." Arthur explained, "I did not become a human being, and you became like this..."
"Is it a mistake in your calculation?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Of course not, I don't make mistakes." Arthur replied.
"I understand, there is only one answer..." Feng Bujue said, "I am not a pure human being either."
Arthur sighed bitterly, "What a mistake...I should have thought of it earlier, how could the son of 'that woman' be an ordinary person..."
"You mean mother?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Yes, Mom, hum..." Arthur looked sad, "Do you know why she picked me back up?"
"Take away your power?" Who is Feng Bujue? He is an absolute pessimist. He has never believed in the goodness of human nature at first, so he has a full understanding of the evilness of people's hearts.
"Oh? Did she tell you before she died?" Arthur responded.
"No, I'm just guessing." Feng Bujue said, "I know very well that that woman is not simple..." The previous CG images flashed quickly in his mind, "She is opposed to your use of alchemy on the surface, but
When you, a child less than ten years old, was holding those profound books to study, she was indifferent. Huh... speaking of it, she tried to get those books for you." He paused for a second, and then said,
"Before she passed away, she knew that her plan was hopeless, so she pretended to be a good mother who really cared about you, trying to bind you with family affection and let you take care of her biological son." Feng Bujue took out the product.
The book "Advanced Alchemy", and took out the photo from the page, and read the words on the back: "Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love. Haha... At first I saw
When I saw this photo, I felt very strange, why was it included in such a book? Now I understand, she is using this way to remind you that you are a family." Feng Bujue sneered, "
It's a pity...she underestimated you too much. You must have seen through who she was at a very young age. If I'm not wrong, even her death..."
"Yes, that's me." Arthur continued, "I spent a year leading her to death. She didn't know until she died that her 'incurable disease' was planned by me." (
