Not long after, Feng Bujue followed the cries and came to the baby room of the hospital.
Brother Jue is quite familiar with monsters like ghost babies. He had encountered them as early as in the script of Ye Jie High School. At that time, his fighting power was no different from ordinary people, and he could still defeat the monster. So now
, he still has some confidence in his heart.
"It sounds like there's more than one voice..." Feng Bujue walked to the door of the baby's room and realized the problem, "Is there someone who opens the door to kill someone..." He thought to himself, "Does it take a while to get the candy?"
Come here and open the door?" He tilted his head, frowned and said, "Hmm... Think about it carefully, newborn babies can't eat sweets... Or maybe the babies in the Monster Kingdom have super strong digestive systems when they are born?"
He hesitated for a while, then pushed the door open and went in. After all, there were no obvious signs of death here, and the level of terror was not as obvious as in Room 109.
After entering the house, Feng Bujue was faced with a rectangular space of seventy or eighty square meters, with dozens of mini beds neatly arranged. There were guardrails around these small beds, which should have been set up to prevent the baby from rolling off.
After raising the flashlight and scanning around, Brother Jue found... there were only five beds with babies in them, four of them were in the four corners of the nursery, and the remaining one was on the small bed closest to the door.
.
The four babies in the distance were all crying, but the one at the door was very quiet...
"Well...as the saying goes...a dog that bites doesn't bark..." Feng Bujue muttered, taking out a folding knife and at the same time shining the flashlight in his hand on the baby closest to him.
As a result, the child actually raised a hand to cover his face and spoke: "Hey! What do you want to do? Blind my eyes? Move the light away!" His voice was amazing.
He sounded like a young man in his twenties or thirties, speaking sonorously and forcefully with a thick black accent.
For a moment, Feng Bujue thought he was hallucinating, because the sound appearing in this environment was so joyful. One sentence diluted all the terrifying atmosphere.
"What's going on? Is it you? Chris?" He slowly removed the flashlight and took two steps forward. (Here, Brother Jue made a little joke with his inappropriate sense of humor. The Chris he meant was
chs_rock)
"Who?" the baby replied, "What nonsense are you talking about? My name is Martin."
"Uh... I'm sorry..." Feng Bujue could see the other person's appearance clearly at this time. The "Martin" in front of him was indeed a baby, but judging from his size, he was not a newborn, but a seven or eight-month-old.
Child, besides... his skin color is indeed dark, and there is a sharp point on the top of his head that looks like a lightning rod.
"Are you the security guard here?" Martin looked up at Brother Jue and asked.
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied.
"Oh, just in time. Can you shut up those four kids? They are driving me crazy." Martin sat up and pointed to the other four babies in the four corners of the room. At this moment, those children were still
Crying.
"Well...then what should I do?" Feng Bujue said.
"Do you need me to teach you everything? How did you get so big?" Martin replied, "A blind man can tell that they are hungry. Find a way to feed them!"
"That's it...you need to breastfeed, right..." Brother Jue responded, "Well...I know a nurse..." He made a lifting motion on his chest with his hand, "Maybe she can help.
…”
"Is there something wrong with you?" Martin continued to curse in his rhythmic, rap-like tone, "Don't you even know what babies need to eat?" His words were occasionally mixed with the beginning of "f".
That word. And it’s still in the ongoing tense.
"Hey...Mr. Ma, you are not very old, and you are quite good at swearing..." Feng Bujue complained.
Martin stared, and raised his short middle finger to Feng Bujue.
"Okay..." Feng Bujue also understood that talking nonsense would not allow the communication to continue. He had also heard that the children in the Monster Kingdom did not need to be breastfed, so he asked, "Then...should I feed them?"
What is it?"
"Vomit! What else could it be?" Martin replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
"ha?"
"Are you putting that face on to emphasize to me the fact that you are an idiot?" Martin continued.
After a brief moment of surprise and hesitation, Brother Jue quickly made an inference. He pondered: "Is this how sandwiches... are used..." He took a deep breath. "In a sense, this script is really awesome."
It’s challenging…”
"What are you mumbling about?" Martin urged, pointing somewhere in the room, "The bottle is there, you spit it in and screw on the cap. Am I making this clear enough? You can't even connect
You can’t even understand what you’re saying?”
"Well...it's very clear..." Feng Bujue looked solemn and walked towards the direction pointed by the other party.
His eyes looked as if he wanted to sacrifice himself generously.
The prompt of [Side mission has been triggered] has sounded in my ears.
The line "Feed four monster babies with vomit" also appeared in the task bar.
Clear task instructions, a simple task line that can be concluded immediately. There is nothing wrong with these. The only problem is... the content of the task.
Brother Jue quickly walked to a long table by the wall. On the table, there was a metal tray with four bottles that looked like milk bottles. There were sticky residues of strange colors in the tray and at the bottom of the bottles.
It’s a thick liquid that doesn’t look like milk at all…
"Haha... This is convenient, you don't have to wash it after feeding..." Feng Bujue said, putting the flashlight on the table, then stretched out his hand to open the bottles one by one.
Next, is the step of "making food"...
"Think on the bright side..." Feng Bujue took out the zip-keeping bag from his pocket. The moment he opened the seal, a putrid and moldy smell hit his nostrils, "At least I don't have to worry about the food in my stomach.
You don’t have to pick your own throat to eat anything.”
Brother Jue took out the sandwich and opened his mouth to bite it. His plan was to make a quick decision, swallow the sandwich in three or five bites, and then spit it out quickly. Unexpectedly...he felt like he was being attacked after the first bite.
The disgustingness of the sandwich in front of him was far beyond his expectation...the overflowing juice, the mold clinging to the teeth, the squirming maggots...all were extreme challenges to human physiology and psychology.
Horror Paradise has always been very good at simulating such disgusting substances. If it were an ordinary person... he would probably retreat immediately after taking this mouthful, because he really couldn't bear the torture...
But Feng Bujue... his eyes quickly turned from shock to anger.
He seemed to have made up his mind... He moved his jaw fiercely, grinding the unknown substances stuck together with his teeth, and swallowed them all.
Then, after brewing for about five seconds, he lowered his head and vomited, filling the first bottle.
"Okay... there are three more bottles..." He picked up the remaining sandwich with a firm look and took another bite...
Just like that, five minutes later, Feng Bujue successfully filled four bottles with vomit fluid and attached nipples to those bottles.
"Humph...that's it! Hahahahaha!" He laughed a few times, as if he had accomplished a great feat, then quickly ran to a water bucket not far away, turned on the faucet, and started gargling...
Fortunately, the tap water in Monster Kingdom... is still tap water. If sulfur or something like that comes out of the water pipe, Na Feng Bujue really doesn't know what to do.
He filled his mouth with water, rinsed his mouth, and retched for a long time, finally getting rid of seven or eight percent of the taste in his mouth. Then he took out the chewing gum from his pocket, put all three sticks into his mouth at once, and chewed hard.
"Is this mission really for humans?" Brother Jue put the four bottles on the tray and walked towards the first baby in the corner. "Although I played a monster in the script, the system should know that I am Players..."
The subsequent steps were much simpler. As soon as those monster babies saw Brother Jue coming over with "food", they raised their hands and their cries changed to babbling sounds. As soon as Feng Bujue stretched out the bottle, he was Take it away. Seeing those children sucking the liquid in the bottle with relish, even Brother Jue can't help but look sideways...
"Ah~ it's much quieter now." When all four children became quiet, Martin at the door let out a long breath.
Feng Bujue placed the tray and walked to the door again. He glanced at the game menu and found that the mission had not been checked yet. It seemed that he had to find Martin to "resurrect".
"I always feel that... in this universe, and any other universe... there is nothing I can't do." Brother Jue stood in front of Martin with a look of emotion on his face, and said in a floating tone. At this moment, his heart felt The idea is: If the reward for this mission is scrap, I will stab you to death...
"Good job, brother." Martin continued, "If they keep making trouble, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown." He paused and asked, "By the way, do you have a cigarette?"
Feng Bujue squinted at the "baby" in front of him with a dull expression, then silently took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over...
Martin casually took one out, held it in his mouth, then raised his eyes and glanced at Brother Jue, and shrugged.
Since his subtext was very obvious, Brother Jue didn't say anything... he just took out his lighter and lit the cigarette for the other party.
"Uh-" Martin looked confused and blew out a smoke ring with a mature look, "Ah... I haven't been able to take a puff for a long time."
"This bag is all for you..." Feng Bujue said, putting the cigarettes and lighter on the other person's bed.
"Haha...thank you then." Martin smiled, and that smile was so scary and scary, "I think you are a nice guy, and you helped me a lot, so I will give you something." That's good..."
