Thriller Paradise Chapter 171: Despicable Me (3)

We sometimes see a trick played by the host on some quiz variety shows. For example, there are three baffles at the scene. The host told the contestants that behind one of the baffles is a brand new car, and there is nothing behind the other two. Then, he asked the contestants to choose a piece to open.

The contestant chose the first baffle, and at this time, the host who knew which panel had the car hidden behind, came to the third baffle and opened it. There was nothing behind it. Then, the host walked to the contestants and said, "Do you still want to choose the first block? Do you want to change your choice?"

Most people will not change their choices because of paranoia or fear, thinking that the host is using reverse psychology to try to get themselves into the trap. But in fact, regardless of where the car is, leaving aside emotional factors and making a choice based on the variance of the variance based on statistics, you should choose the second baffle.

Feng Bujue didn't enter the first door. It was after multiple considerations, whether he saw himself after overlapping time and space, or a simple illusion, whether it was a disturbance or a reminder. Choosing to enter other corridors does not reduce the probability of finding the potion, but the probability of encountering danger, or "the wrong choice", is lower than that of entering the first door.

The prioritized exploration of other paths can also be used as evidence for what happened on the first road. After more script information is collected, the previous scene may be explained more accurately.

Pak-pak...a very high frequency of footsteps.

Feng Bujue ran down the corridor after entering the third door. He ran extremely fast, and his figure resembled a purple cheetah. Passing through the corridor. He knew in his heart that in such a cookie-cutter corridor, he couldn't delay any more time.

For the first twenty-three minutes, he stared at him and he almost finished walking. He didn't find a bottle of medicine yet. Even after finding the potion, 80% of him still had to spend time unlocking a few chainsaw door games. That kind of game can be described as refreshing and healthy. If played in reality, in addition to permanent disability and psychological shadow, there is a high probability of death. And in the thriller paradise. Taking this script as an example, if it is not well played, the survival value or time will be greatly lost, and the Contra medal will be presented.

[Jazz Dance] was not blown up in the previous script. For Feng Bujue, it is a great fortune in misfortune. This not only increases the running speed but also reduces physical energy consumption. It can help him to grab it at this moment. Take a lot of time to come.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue ran. Seeing one side of the corridor ahead, a door appeared unexpectedly, a wooden door that looked rather old.

This is in the middle of the corridor. The road ahead is not known how long it is, but there are rooms in this corridor. It was really unexpected. I thought that these monotonous corridors were just passages that consumed the player's time, connecting different flag locations. Unexpectedly, there are actually some settings in this half of the road.

Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door without hesitation, and reached out to pull the doorknob. He must go in. What if there is a bottle of medicine in it? No one said that the potion must be at the end of the corridor, let alone whether there is an end in the corridor. Whether there is any medicine at the end, you have to put a question mark, like what will emerge behind the door in front of you, it is unknown.

The door was opened, it was quiet, and there was no wood creaking as Feng Bujue imagined. The room was very dark, and the corridor lights were swallowed by darkness when they reached the door. Feng Bujue didn't rush in. He took out the flashlight and irradiated it, first to see the internal situation clearly.

This is a small empty room without any furniture. There are some empty paper boxes and large baskets stacked in the corner. There is actually a window in the room, but it is tightly sealed by a layer of iron plate. There is no other door in the room, and there is no carpet on the floor. The floor is not the same as the corridor outside, it looks very shabby, and it is uneven, and there are some mottled marks, which seem to be caused by insects.

It's hard to tell what clues or objects are hidden in this room, but what is certain is that there is no one in it, and there is no place for people to hide.

Feng Bujue observed for ten seconds before stepping in.

When his feet crossed the door and the whole person was in this small room, a strong chill caught him, it felt like standing in the ice and snow in a thin shirt in winter , This cold is so real, it is definitely not caused by psychological factors.

"Hey...what kind of air conditioner is this? It's still room temperature standing one step outside the door..." Feng Bujue wouldn't be afraid anyway, he still mumbled to himself easily.

He raised the flashlight and was about to look around the corners to see the blind spots invisible outside the house. At this moment, the door behind him moved on its own, just like when it was opened, it quietly closed...

"Close the door again?" Feng Bujue seemed to be a little impatient with the situation of being closed and killed after entering the claustrophobic space. He turned around and grabbed the doorknob, turned it hard, trying to open the door.

As a result... it really failed.

After the door was closed, Feng Bujue was tantamount to being behind bars, and the cold inside the house became more intense. Feng Bujue couldn't handle this door, he was still out of breath, and the flashlight showed the white breath that was exhaling from his mouth.

"Okay, okay...This is a time-wasting trap. You can get out only after solving the mystery, right." Feng Bujue shook his head, quickly turned around, and started a carpet search reluctantly.

He looked at the four corners, they were all normal, there was nothing, and then he walked to the few waste paper boxes and empty baskets in the corner of the room. At this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly felt something...

He realized that he had a pair of eyes, gazing at himself from a height.

Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, and at the same time moved the light from the flashlight upward, and then he saw...In the middle of the ceiling, there was a dark shadow formed by air floating, its shape was not very clear, it seemed to be a human Shadow. Its body is close to the ceiling, as if it can isolate or swallow the light. When the bright light of the flashlight hits it, the aperture is separated around its body.

Feng Bujue stared at this guy calmly, and it also looked down at Feng Bujue. After this strange atmosphere lasted not long, the shadow gradually faded and disappeared...

Unexpectedly, just about three seconds after it completely disappeared, suddenly, two faint light beams shot from above, exactly where the shadow's eyes were.

Any normal person standing here would be shocked, but Feng Bujue just stood still, without shaking his hand, and said weakly, "You are surprised... It’s pretty lively..."

At this moment, the shadow rushed down from above, Feng Bujue took a step back, easily avoided, and took out the [One Hit Kill Pistol], pointed at the opponent and said: "What do you want to do?"

The shadow gradually became clear and real from a state of nothingness. He became a black humanoid, looking like the murderers planted in Conan’s hands, except that this guy’s eyes were blue. Lulu, and on his body, there is still a kind of weird fold, **** liquid can be seen faintly flowing in the fold, as if this guy's blood vessel is growing outside the body, and it is transparent.

"Do you know how to tell ghost stories?" The shadow spoke, hearing like a middle-aged man.

"You...hahahahaha..." Feng Bujue didn't know which nerve was wrong, he suddenly thought this scene was extremely funny, and this sentence was a direct poke at his laughter, about a dozen or so. In seconds, he barely controlled his emotions and said: "I warn you, I'm in a hurry."

"Tell a ghost story." Shadow said again.

Feng Bujue put the gun down. He wasn't worried that the pistol would not kill the pistol in one shot, but he was just worried that if he killed the pistol, he might be trapped in this room and unable to get out. "If I say ...Is there any benefit?" he asked.

Don’t think of it as such a seemingly simple and casual question. In fact, Feng Bujue considered it very carefully. He didn’t ask "Can you let me out if you talk about it?", but instead asked "What's the benefit?" The answer opens up more possibilities. If the flag of this room is to tell a story, and then the door is opened, then no matter how you ask is the same; but if there are other benefits besides going out after telling a ghost story, then Feng Bujue’s questioning method can learn everything in advance reward.

"If you can scare me, let you out." Shadow replied.

"Then I shot you down, won't you worry about going out again?" Feng Bujue didn't raise the gun, he was just trying to use words.

"Um..." The shadow was actually thinking, "Well, if the story you tell scares me, I will not only let you out, but also send you directly to the "cell" at the end of this corridor, you You were running there just now, right? That road is very long."

In this way, Feng Bujue understood everything. If he could get it with a gun, he could go out, but he couldn't return the time delayed here. In terms of storytelling...Although it will take a few more minutes to go in, but that way you can reach the end of the corridor directly. Maybe it can save some time~ IndoMTL.com~ God knows how long the second half of the corridor is...

"Okay, then I'll talk about one." Feng Bujue seemed to be familiar with this matter. The light of his flashlight shone his face from bottom to top, with a gloomy tone and a low tone. The voice said: "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver..."

Seeing this, I think everyone should also understand why Feng Bujue is forbidden to contact the children...

"...He often has to work late. One day, when he was passing a relatively unfamiliar road, he saw a woman in white waving at him..." Feng Bujue picked a not-so-long story. Although with his skill like a storyteller, it takes one hour to tell a paragraph, or even conceive a short horror novel and dictate it, but at this moment, he naturally keeps the length as short as possible: " The driver didn't think much, he stopped the car.

The woman opened the rear door and got into the car. Her weight seemed very light, and the driver did not feel any ups and downs in the car when she got into the car. The driver asked her, ‘where are you going? 'I moved my sight to the rearview mirror..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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