Thriller Paradise Chapter 18: The Fan City of Deception (2)

After the system voice prompt, Feng Bujue went to check the game menu again and found that the taskbar was finally unlocked. This was the first time he officially received the main task. The previous training mode and single-player survival mode were basically completed in enclosed buildings. The layout of the script was very small, and there was not much room for choice in the direction of the plot, so the system did not need to generate tasks in one fell swoop. However, the current team survival mode has a large map with a high degree of freedom. The system must give a main line to guide the final direction of the game, otherwise the player may not understand what to do in the general direction.

　　 After expanding the task bar, Feng Bujue saw a new window covering the front of the menu, and the task content was displayed in the box. The text description of this main mission is very simple: [Search the city and find the Devil’s Gate. 】

　　 "The feeling of magical settings." Feng Bujue glanced at the task and closed the game menu.

　　 "This city is such a big city, isn't looking for a door to find a needle in a haystack?" Wang sighed.

　　 "The key word used in the task to remind us is not'door', but'demon'." Feng Bujue said, he walked to a ticket vending machine next to him, and looked at the printing on that machine. The schematic diagram of the subway line said, "There are twelve subway lines in this city, although they are shown in different colors, but..." His fingers moved along the intertwined lines on the map, and finally stopped. In one place, "Among the dozens of interlaced lines, there is such an area..." He spread his hands and pressed it on the map, covering the line map around that area, revealing only the middle one: "Five intersecting lines The straight lines form a very standard geometric figure, a pentagram."

　　 "Brother, this is too far-fetched." The lonely brother said: "If you look carefully, you may find many other geometric figures in that mess of threads."

　　"The second that I stopped my finger, it means that I have finished searching carefully." Feng Bujue replied. He turned around to explain, "Before we got to this floor, whether it was inside the subway or On the platform, you can only see the station name and schematic diagram of this line of this line. The complete line map of the whole city like this is not available on the lower floor.

　　 Before the system prompt sounded, we neither encountered a monster nor delayed for much time, and hardly did any substantive action. But there must be a reason for the task to be triggered. If there is no triggering condition for the task, we should receive it while sitting in the subway. Why should the system wait for us to come up to the next floor and then give a reminder.

　　 So... the possibility I can think of is that there is something in this layer that is not in the lower layer, and the information it provides can point us to the demon gate mentioned in the mission. "

　　 When he said this, he turned sideways and patted the subway map printed on the automatic ticket vending machine with the palm of his left hand: "There are only 12 subway lines, and there are thousands of roads on the ground. If this subway The route map is meaningless, and the city map is even more meaningless, unless we can find a tourist map marked with a landmark like'Devil’s Gate'."

　　 He took a deep breath: "In short, if no one puts forward a constructive opinion that contradicts this inference, or the opinion itself does not have a valid basis to support... Excuse me, please follow me to the picture Take a trip to this area. If I am wrong, we will reorganize our thinking and discuss it again. If I am right, I will take the skill points and clear the task for everyone. Everyone is happy."

　　Feng Bujue finished speaking in one breath. Everyone was stunned. Wang Tanzhi seemed quite calm at this time, because he had seen scenes like this a lot since he was a child.

　　Feng Bujue’s reasoning ability is a derivative of reading proficiency. He is a very clever man. At the age of sixteen, he scored 138 on a test in school, and his left and right hemispheres accounted for 69 points in balanced thinking. Compared with the "supernormal" genius above 140, he is still divided into the group of normal people, but his ability to observe, remember, understand, and reason can be described as well-trained and absolutely comparable.

　　 As Mr. Conan Doyle said on the lips of Holmes, a good detective is not only profound knowledge and experience, but also correct reasoning skills. In the article, Holmes always spares no effort to promote his own "deduction method", and Feng Bujue is obviously a loyal fan.

　　His reading addiction is derived from another theory of Sherlock: treat knowledge as a reserve, treat the brain as a library to manage, sweep out the unimportant things and forget them, and put the minor things in the attic. What is needed is left at your fingertips.

　　 This seems to be an idealized memory habit and thinking mode. In fact, it can be done through certain training. Feng Bujue is a typical self-taught.

　　 There are many things in this world that are simple to say and difficult to do. For example, doing dozens of push-ups at home every day can unknowingly become a muscular man. By memorizing a few words every day, you can easily pass levels 4 and 6 and write one every day. Thousands of words can be saved to become a **** or something... If human beings have a ranking for self-deception, these few sentences will definitely be in the first few places.

　　 Facing this kind of self-discipline training, the probability of giving up halfway is extremely high. However, as the so-called eccentricity is so talented, Feng Bujue is one of the few people who persevered, eventually turning reading and reasoning into a habit and Hobbies...

　　 "Uh... what the crazy brother said is that, according to this idea, it is better than going around the city after we go out." The last part of Long Aomin's words was addressed to the lonely brother. .

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. "Although I don't quite understand, this guy seems to be very powerful."

　　The five people left immediately, Long Aomin walked in the forefront, and Feng Bujue immediately told him which exit to return to the ground from behind, and was responsible for pointing out the approximate direction after going up.

　　While passing through a spacious safe passage, Feng Bujue found a setting that looked like an easter egg. On the wall of the passage, one after another billboard was mixed with an advertisement for the game of Thriller Park.

　　 After walking through the passage and turning right, everyone saw the diagonally upward exit. This section of the **** has an upward escalator, but it has stopped, and there are two rows of ordinary walkable escalators on both sides.

　　 They climbed up the stairs and came to the ground in the city. The moonlight is dim, and the lights in the city are very sparse. There are many cars parked on the street, but they are all turned off. The billboards on the roadside buildings, business places and the lights in the houses are all dimmed, only the street lights on the street. Still working normally.

　　 Although there is no moving vehicle, the air in the nose still feels very muddy. There seems to be a layer of mist in front of my eyes, making it difficult to see the distant scenery.

　　When I was in the subway station, I had a roof on my head, walls around it, and it was an underground environment. Everyone didn't feel anything. But after coming to the open ground, there was an indescribable weird atmosphere all around... that kind of unusually quiet posthumous posture, it was suffocating.

　　Four of the five people have had their shock values ​​fluctuating, with stable values ​​ranging from 5% to 15%, and various signs of fear have gradually appeared in them.

　　 "Go along this road, turn left after four streets, and then go straight ahead." Feng Bujue's tone sounded very ordinary, completely unaffected, and quickly recognized the road. Several landmarks in the city, I figured out the route.

　　Long Aomin took his shield, nodded, and continued to lead the way. The other four people walked behind. Everyone did not speak, watched, listened, and walked on the sidewalk as close to the street light as possible.

　　 From time to time in the darkness, there will be the breathing of a suspected beast, rustling whispers, and if there is no seeming laughter. Anyway, no matter which kind, people can hear it, but it's not clear.

　　Long Aomin would look back every few tens of meters. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong, "I said crazy brother...you should be a high-risk profession in reality, right?" Long Aomin asked. He practiced all the way to level ten, and he had never seen a player like Feng Bujue. It’s hard to conceal this kind of fear, but Feng Bujue didn’t even show any fear in his eyes. It can be seen that he was not pretending to be bold, but really not afraid... Combined with the sharp reasoning just now, Long Aomin was even a little suspicious of Feng Bujue. In reality, I feel like a professional special policeman~IndoMTL.com~artist. "Feng Bujue replied tepidly, as if he was telling the truth.

　　Wang Tanzhi was too lazy to interrupt. As far as he knew, Feng Bujue generally declared two professions: artist and writer. Regardless of how he viewed his behavior from that point of view, these two answers are very awkward......

　　Long Aomin didn’t expect to hear this answer at all. For a while, I didn’t know how to pick up the problem, and the lonely brother said again: "Where can anyone'professed' as an artist?"

　　"Then I can say it in another way." Feng Bujue continued: "I am an artist who has a high aesthetic ability and skilled creative skills and is engaged in artistic creation work and has achieved certain achievements."

　　"Isn't this just explaining these three words again!"

　　 "Compared with saying those three words directly, it looks a little humble, isn't it?"

　　 "It's obviously more arrogant, OK!"

　　 Lonely laughed on the side, squirting his lips alone, and said to her: "Can I complain if he doesn't pretend to be stupid?"

　　At this time, Feng Bujue stopped suddenly, and quickly took out [Mario's pipe wrench] from his bag, "Well...just to ease the depressive atmosphere, there is something troublesome. Coming."

　　Long Aomin and Feng Bujue almost saw two shadows flashing past in the dark at the same time, but he only saw a rough outline, and he didn’t know what they were. Anyway, 80% of them were something. monster.

　　 "Looking at a deformed baby, the front of both arms is a small sickle. The speed is very fast. There should be more than one in number..." Feng Bujue narrated calmly, holding a pipe wrench to bully him in the dark. . He didn't know at this moment, after saying these few words, his investigative specialization was activated.