"On January 10, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed what this child did. The spoon just floated up and was twisted into other shapes at will...
On January 13, he said he felt someone was watching him, many, many people, and said he was scared...
On January 16, he seemed to be no longer afraid, smiling from time to time, but became taciturn...
On January 17, all tests came back normal and none of the six of us could explain what was happening to this child...
On January 19, he began to draw. Although his parents said that he had never shown any drawing talent in the past, he could draw very realistic sketches...
On January 22, he kept asking for paper and pencils, and painted without sleep. He only painted people's faces, and the faces in the portraits became more and more grotesque and terrifying from their normal appearance at the beginning...
On January 25, human faces painted in blood appeared on the wall, and we found the body of a sparrow on the floor of his ward. His hands were very clean, which made me uneasy. I thought of the spoon...
On January 26, all the windows in that corridor disappeared, leaving only an airtight wall. The surveillance video from the previous night only captured a blurry image. I didn’t know who to ask for help? The police.
? They'll think I'm crazy and lock me up...
On January 30th, Richard disappeared, the remaining five of us became very uneasy, more bloody faces appeared on the wall, and this time we didn't even find... I don't know... his body?
I have to get out of here on January 31st...I should ask for leave until the kid dies of illness...no...it's better to resign!
On February 1st, I thought I could not escape. There was no way out of this building... If anyone sees this note, please remember my words, he is afraid of [obliterated here]!
Kill him when you have the chance! Don’t hesitate! Otherwise you will be the one who dies!”
…………
Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi passed the corner together. The corridor ahead was still very open, but this time there was no door. There were white walls on both sides. A few dozen meters further, there was another T-shaped intersection.
The two of them moved forward cautiously. Feng Bujue refined the contents of the notebook and recited it. He tried his best to make it less scary, but it still frightened classmate Xiaotan so much that his face turned pale and he got goosebumps all over his body.
"What we are facing are not ghosts, but children with super powers who have been mentally contaminated after getting seriously ill." Feng Bujue concluded: "At least that's what the script sets out to do."
"How can knowing this help..." Wang Tanzhi's tone indicated that he was still under great pressure.
"First of all, psychologically, knowing that the other person is a person, I think your fear level will be slightly reduced." Feng Bujue replied: "Secondly, the practical significance is that we know that he has an entity and can
Just go up and kill him."
"Hey...do you think the person who wrote the notebook and the other victims in this script...haven't tried it?" Wang Tan looked horrified: "There are more than two of them, right?"
"Will they explode the divine fist?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Brother Jue, I have a question... What would happen if we didn't find this skill, or if neither of us happened to have the combat specialization activated, or if we didn't solve the puzzle at all?"
"Then after we meet him, we will face a choice." Feng Bujue said: "Whether we fight him or run away." He considered for a few seconds: "If we haven't solved the mystery, we will have to make a decision based on what happened after contacting him.
The specific situation, such as the loss of survival value after injury, is used to judge the decision. In fear and death threats, the difficulty is higher.
But after understanding the script, I can basically be convinced at this moment without touching it... In terms of our combat capabilities, we can only escape, and we will definitely die if we fight hard. So I think... there should be one way to clear this script:
Escape and clear the level.”
"Then our current level of danger is the same as if we had never solved the mystery!" Wang Tanzhi said.
"No, there is a difference. At least in the second room, you gained a skill." Feng Bujue said: "In the third room, we also learned about his weakness, so at this moment, whether we choose to kill him or escape
The success rate of customs clearance has been greatly improved."
"Let's not talk about my 20% skill. Didn't you say that the line about his weakness was covered by a piece of blood?"
"The system arranged a very simple reasoning here, combined with the context of the note, to analyze a series of behaviors performed by the child... excluding those unimportant embellishments or confusing parts, the content of this note is basically the same as the monster file
Just as clear." When Feng Bujue said this, they passed another corner, and a wide lobby appeared in front of them. The height of the ceiling was raised, and the lighting was still very good, but it was still surrounded by walls.
"On January 10th, you can move objects with your thoughts; on January 16th, your personality mutates; on January 19th, your abnormal instincts begin to awaken; on January 25th, you can use your thoughts to influence living creatures; on January 30th, you can deal with large-sized animals
Living creatures, that is, people; February 1st, super-god-like killing." Feng Bujue analyzed calmly and coldly: "And the hints about his weaknesses are in the paragraph on January 26th, and everything we have learned so far.
The situation he saw." He paused: "He is afraid of the sun."
"But this place is very..." Before Wang Tanzhi could say the word "bright", Feng Bujue interrupted him.
"It's sunlight, not light." Feng Bujue explained: "When I entered the first ward-like room, I felt it was very inconsistent. Leaving aside the bloody environment, there were no windows in the ward or its corresponding corridor.
, does not conform to the most basic architectural common sense. At that time, I also suspected that the building was underground. Then, I found that the second and third rooms also had no windows. Why?" Feng Bujue paused: "I can
I understand the weird scenes in these rooms. After all, this room in this script... is probably a hospital. It is obvious that space distortion has occurred. We may see any scene after opening the door. But after reading the notes, I understand
, this is a reminder.”
He pointed at the light above his head: "Actually, these lights are also a reminder. He is afraid of the sun, but why does he need lights? There are just two possibilities. The first one is that he also needs light to move. In the darkness, he follows
We can't see anything either; secondly, he is afraid of both the sun and the dark, because there will be something staring at him in the dark..."
Suddenly, the laughter they heard first, like a little girl's, sounded again, not far in front of them.
At this moment, they already knew very well that the source of the laughter was actually a little boy, and he was not a ghost. He was just a child who liked to paint with "blood".
But even after changing his mind and establishing a psychological defense, Wang Tanzhi's heartbeat accelerated, his breathing became heavy, and he clutched the fruit knife tightly in his hand, and his palms were already sweating.
Feng Bujue said: "Put the knife away, there's no need for it."
"Brother Juejuejue...you, you...you have..."
"Yes, I have an idea." Feng Bujue pointed in a direction in the lobby: "Use your skills to hit the middle section of that wall."
Before they finished speaking, the little boy who was the boss of this script appeared without warning and stood about three meters in front of them. He was wearing a hospital gown. Even under the light, his body and face were covered with a shadow.
.At the same time as he appeared, the walls, ceiling, and floor of the entire lobby were instantly covered with countless bloody faces, and even the lights turned red.
This scene was enough to make the man scream in fright, but Feng Bujue did not hesitate for even a second. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed towards the boy who was about 1.2 meters tall in front of him: "Attack the wall quickly!"
Wang Tanzhi jumped up and ran towards the direction Feng Bujue pointed just now. In fact, he was scared when he jumped at first. After running a few steps, he felt his legs were a little weak. He looked back halfway and saw Feng Bujue.
Before he knew it, the boy's body was rebounded by an invisible force, as if he had hit a moving car while flying, and a large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.
Although it seems exaggerated, this is a game after all. Players will not and do not need to suffer exactly the same pain as in reality. In the thriller park, no matter how hard the character is hit, even if he is crushed by a train, the player will
The upper limit of pain perception is almost the same as the feeling of being hit hard on the finger by a hammer hammer.
When Wang Tanzhi saw this scene, he ran towards the wall with all his strength. The little boy obviously noticed what he was going to do, but this time the little boy did not teleport, but chased after him quickly. The speed was definitely not that of a child.
It can be achieved, and the running posture is also very strange, like a marionette being pulled and moved.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the little boy's ankle. When our boss looked down, he found that Feng Bujue quickly climbed up from the ground, chased after him tenaciously and held him back. After all, Feng Bujue has a certain size.
The advantage is that no matter how fast a target with a height of 1.2 meters runs, he can always catch up within a short distance.
At the same time, Wang Tanzhi activated his skill, his right fist was covered with orange light and hit the wall.
Although the success rate of activating the skill is only 20%, he hit a target that is difficult to miss like a wall, and his character is obviously good, so the hit was undoubtedly successful.
There was really an explosion-like effect on the wall. A large hole with a diameter of more than one meter was blasted out, and unusually strong sunlight shone in from the outside.
At this moment, all the bloody faces in the lobby disappeared, and the little boy also retreated in panic, trying to stay away from the sunlight.
But he couldn't escape...because Feng Bujue was still holding his feet...
"That one blow actually knocked out 84% of my survival points... It's my turn this time." Feng Bujue stood up, pulled the boss down to the ground, and at this time the little boy was completely lost.
the ability to resist.
Feng Bujue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his free hand, grabbed one of the little boy's legs, and dragged him towards the light source: "This should be a pretty strong BOSS, even if you use skills directly on him and
If it hits him, I'm afraid he may not die from that blow."
Wang Tanzhi also breathed a sigh of relief: "What if I fail to break the wall, or there is another corridor outside the wall?"
"It's night outside the wall, so you hide in the night. There's a corridor outside the wall, so go in and run away. If you don't break the wall... just find another way to escape by yourself." Feng Bujuebian
Walking away, he said: "I'm relatively sure that's why I let you use your skills. In this kind of hospital lobby, you can basically guess the original location of the door by looking at the overall layout. You see, there are corridors on both sides of us. I
The back side is also sealed by the wall, but you can still see that it was a registration window and the like..." As he spoke, he lifted the BOSS and exposed it to the hole in the wall.
"Hmm...Brother Jue...isn't it a bit cruel for you to do this?" Wang Tanzhi looked at the little boy covering his eyes in pain and curling up into a ball.
"You're right, I went too far." Feng Bujue replied, but he had no intention of stopping.
This has been his consistent style since childhood, accepting it with an open mind and refusing to change despite repeated admonitions.
"I can let him go now and let him hide back in the hospital, and the two of us can escape from this hole. The script should be completed." Feng Bujue said: "But I said, according to my analysis,
This is a very strong BOSS. Even if we have explored the script to a high degree of completion, it is still very difficult to win directly against him. If you kill him and clear the level, the experience gained should be much higher than running away."
"Eh? When did you start caring about experience when playing games?" Wang Tanzhi asked curiously.
Feng Bujue curled his lips and sent the BOSS into the sunshine a few more points: "I have at least three reasons now to play the game Thriller Paradise.
First, as the saying goes, the wool comes from the sheep. I want to earn back the investment in the game cabin through the game itself; second, these random scripts are very good. According to the official description, the system is backed by a huge database and combined with countless players.
It is generated from memory fragments. In the future team survival mode, there will be quite complex stories and settings, so I can collect materials through the game; third, continue to try to find fear..."
When Feng Bujue said this, he stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and then crossed his fingers.
Wang Tanzhi naturally understood and handed over a fruit knife.
"Then let's see... the experience of clearing the level after killing the BOSS." Feng Bujue took the knife and stabbed it...
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