Feng Bujue walked around the wreckage of the car for a while, but couldn't think of a way to climb up the cliff, so he had to find another way.
At this time, Brother Jue had lost his extraordinary ability to reach heaven and earth, lost all kinds of supernatural skills and equipment, and even lost the most basic survival tools. As an ordinary person, being in such a dense forest at the bottom of a valley is undoubtedly very difficult.
dangerous.
Feng Bujue still doesn't know if there are other bad rules in this script, such as players must drink water and eat, otherwise they will starve to death (by the way, Feng Bujue was in sleep mode when he played this script)...
If there really is that kind of setting, with many years of experience watching the "Wild Survival" program, Brother Jue will probably be able to live one and a half days longer than ordinary people...
"The result is that we can only move forward blindly based on intuition..." Feng Bujue muttered as he walked through the forest.
This is also a helpless move. With his current physical ability, it is as difficult as climbing up a tree to look out. Even if he does climb up, it is very dangerous to stick his head out of the tree crown and look around.
But without any protective measures, if the sole of your foot slips, you may die.
However, things developed more smoothly than expected.
After the arduous trek of pushing branches and leaves lasted for twenty minutes, a small stream appeared in front of Feng Bujue. Looking up, the forest on the other side was much sparser than this side, and a ready-made trail could be vaguely seen in the forest.
Brother Jue came to the stream, looked around, and after confirming that there were no wild beasts nearby, he squatted down carefully, washed his face, and drank some water.
Judging from the dryness in the throat and obvious fatigue, the role I played in this script must need to eat, drink water and rest. Only the facilities for going to the toilet still do not exist, because there is no way to take off the pants.
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After replenishing water and taking a short rest, Feng Bujue hit the road again.
Although he had never encountered any danger after the car exploded, his cautious character and fear of nightmare mode still made Feng Bujue pay attention to everything and make sure every step was taken. Therefore, when he waded through the road, it was only as deep as his knees and less than five feet wide.
I was still cautious when crossing the creek.
After reaching the other side, he dried his feet with the hem of his suit, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked along the path.
"Well... Judging from the reflection in the water, I still look like myself." When he was acting, his mind kept thinking, "The pockets all over his body are empty. You can look inside and outside.
There is no embroidery or logo on the part. So...what is the name of my famous detective..."
As I thought about it, the path under my feet became clearer and clearer, but the terrain around me became increasingly steeper. When I looked back, the forest behind me was already below the current height.
In this way, he walked for nearly half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the surrounding terrain became gentle, and not long after, a road appeared in front of him.
Feng Bujue walked a few steps quickly and came to the main road. Looking at the telephone poles on the roadside, he felt an indescribable feeling of intimacy. It would be even more cordial if there were a few small advertisements on the telephone poles.
In fact, he made a big circle, only returning from the bottom of the valley to the height of the road.
Woo——
Not long after walking along the road, the sound of cars driving was heard in the distance.
Feng Bujue looked back and saw a rather ostentatious red convertible car driving towards him.
He was not wordy. He stood directly in the middle of the road, with his feet spread wide and his hands raised high. He made a sign with the word "big" in his posture, "If you don't let me ride, you'll hit me and kill me."
"Hey! Help!" After the car got closer, Feng Bujue waved his arms and shouted loudly.
The car was occupied by a middle-aged couple, both white. Both the way they were dressed and the vehicle they drove were of mid-20th century style.
Someone was blocking a car in this remote place. The other party was naturally wary, but after a closer look, the person blocking the car was thin and unarmed. Although his clothes were dirty, he looked like a decent person, and he was shouting "help" loudly.
, I must have really encountered some trouble.
So, the sports car slowed down slowly and stopped on the side of the road. The gentleman in the driver's seat said to his wife: "Stay in the car, Carol."
"Be careful, Dennis." his wife warned.
Dennis opened the car door and got out, walked about two meters in front of Feng Bujue, and said, "Sir, what happened?"
Feng Bujue looked at the man in front of him. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and about forty years old. He had a tall build, brown hair, blue eyes, and a mustache. He was wearing a beige short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body and a lower body.
It was a pair of white trousers, and the leather shoes on his feet were polished. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders, and the sleeves were tied in a knot on his chest. This method of dressing was already outdated in Feng Bujue's era.
, so he was more certain that the script was in the twentieth century.
"Uh... yes, sir, I had a car accident." Feng Bujue replied.
"What? Car accident?" Dennis looked at Feng Bujue, "What's going on? Are you injured?".
"I'm fine." Feng Bujue said, "It's just that my car was damaged and rolled off the side of the road. I walked for about an hour before climbing up from the bottom of the valley and found the road." He was as organized as possible.
Diduo revealed some information to relieve the other party's doubts in order to gain trust, "Please forgive my abrupt behavior of standing in the middle of the road, but I really need someone to give me a ride."
"So that's it." Dennis seemed to let down his guard and took a step closer, "Don't worry, man, I'm happy to help."
"Thank you very much." Feng Bujue said. His conversation at this time seemed very polite and normal.
Dennis brought Feng Bujue to the car, pointed to the woman in the car and introduced, "This is my wife Carol." He turned to his wife again and gestured to Feng Bujue with his hand, "
this……"
"Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue said his real name directly, wanting to test the NPC's reaction.
"This Mr. Feng got into a car accident and wanted to hitchhike." Dennis continued naturally. It seems that the system has corrected the impact of factors such as name and appearance on NPCs.
"Oh, that's too unfortunate. You weren't injured?" Carol asked.
The lady sitting in the car was wearing a red woolen coat. She had blue eyes and black hair. She could not be called very beautiful, and her face had a slightly weird outline. Although she was already wearing heavy makeup, the years had changed for this forty-year-old woman.
The woman seems not very tolerant, and the thick foundation cannot cover all the wrinkles.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, madam." Feng Bujue replied as he quickly got into the back seat. Even if the other party wanted to change his mind at this time, it was too late. It was impossible to get this guy out of the car.
"Mr. Feng." Dennis got into the driver's seat and turned around and said, "My wife and I are going to a villa in the mountains for a family gathering. We are not far from our destination. If you don't mind, just follow us first.
Let's go to the villa. There is a phone there, and we can notify your family or friends to pick you up."
"I'm really grateful." Feng Bujue said, "I haven't asked for advice yet, but your name is..."
"Lovecraft." Dennis had already started the engine when he replied, "Dennis Lovecraft." (To be continued...)
