Thriller Paradise Chapter 176: Despicable Me (8)

Feng Bujue was very fortunate that the potion was on P-173. If he killed this little SS but didn't get the potion, it meant that he had to search the room in the middle of the second corridor. Fortunately, there is no such problem at this moment. Not only did he successfully obtain the quest item, his death also saved him time through the corridor. The consumption of the two Contra medals seemed to be worthwhile.

Feng Bujue didn't rush to leave after getting the potion. He crouched down quickly and fumbled among the corpse fragments to see if there was any other reward. Anyway, his hands and body are already stained with blood, and he doesn't care about taking up more, not to mention that he is a person who is not too dirty.

This, I have to say, is also his outstanding point. For a long time, Feng Bujue has been able to take a very calm look at and even deal with some disgusting things that are unbearable by ordinary people, such as dead corpses that have been left for three days and have been laid by flies, or skunk nests in old garbage dumps. Things of this level are all within his tolerance. In fact, whenever he sees a new disgusting substance, Feng Bujue’s boundary will expand. To put it mildly, he has discovered a new limit of endurance. To put it more bluntly, it is refreshed. Lower limit...

It didn't take him too long to search the corpse. One minute was enough to confirm that there was nothing on the SS except for the quest items.

Feng Bujue checked the description of the item and got up and walked through the door, stepping into the fan-shaped area.

[Name: Chemical agents of unknown composition (B)]

[Type: Plot related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: One of the raw materials to synthesize a certain antidote]

[Can the script be brought out: No]

[Note: It cannot be stacked with similar items. 】

"Strange..." When Feng Bujue saw the remarks, he thought of a problem...at this moment in his luggage. A total of seven spaces are occupied, and the contents are: Mario’s pipe wrench, flashlight, eighteen bronze folding stool (No. 5), P-500 (19/20), anti-gravity catapult, and Contra Medal*2 and a one-shot pistol.

At this moment, add this bottle of chemical agent of unknown composition (B). That's 8/10. According to the remarks, the three bottles of Medicine A, C, and D must each occupy an inventory.

Leaving aside the factor of the clothing pocket for the auxiliary load, when Feng Bujue got the last bottle of medicine, the bag should be full of ten cells, but he didn’t need to put the last bottle in the bag because there were four bottles of medicine. After you get everything, you can synthesize a bottle. There will be no embarrassment of insufficient luggage space.

Although this may be a coincidence, but in conjunction with Billy Puppet’s mention of P-500 on the radio at the beginning of the script...Feng Bujue is more willing to believe that the designer of this game knows his own situation very well, I’m afraid Not only the items in the bag, but also skills, physical fitness, equipment, etc., are taken into consideration.

If it is said that the system generates a script based on the characteristics of the player. So... this "game" is equivalent to a system design. And Billy, the puppet, just spread the word for the system. Does that mean... Billy himself was only instilled in the system with the consciousness of "I designed this game"?

That’s why I can’t see anything if I use [Take a Thousand Miles], because this script does not have a real SS, but only a set of rules, a player, and a few specific chess pieces...

Feng Bujue returned to the fan-shaped area. Looking back at the second corridor, he was surprised to find that all the corpses and blood stains on the ground had disappeared. There was an empty corridor again, but the blood on his body was still there.

"So..." Feng Bujue seemed to understand something. He didn't stay too much for this, the personal time in his mind at this moment was about forty-six minutes. If all goes well, by sixty-five minutes, he will appear in the cell at the 41st minute of map time, and he has three bottles of potions in his hand.

In terms of average time, this progress is just right.

Feng Bujue was thinking as he entered the fourth corridor and rushed forward. Although the Medal of Contra resurrected him, his physical stamina did not return to the full state after the resurrection, and he still maintained the original consumption. Even with the help of [Jazz Dance], Feng Bujue’s physical stamina is beginning to be strained. Currently, it is 894/1800, which seems to be only halfway through, but everyone who has run long distances understands that the more tired you get to the back...not to mention Feng Bujue is still a long-distance running in a continuous sprint state.

This script is simply a double marathon of physical and mental power. This marathon is not spreading the sportsmanship that focuses on participation, but a desperate game that sets a death line.

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After entering the corridor, five minutes passed in a blink of an eye. The door of the room also appeared in front of him at about this point in time.

Feng Bujue suddenly realized that he had never run a whole corridor completely. The third one only ran the first half, the second one only ran the second half, and the little SS Whether the room he is in is forward or backward is still unknown. It cannot be calculated as halfway... Therefore, even if he can estimate the length of the fourth corridor from beginning to end in a while, he cannot know the other corridors. In comparison, which one has the shortest distance.

"No wonder that rabbit doesn't know which way is close." Feng Bujue said to himself: "One is because it has only been to the first corridor, and the other is because...in 41 minutes I appeared, although I have run through three corridors, but I still don’t know the length. If I knew ~IndoMTL.com~ I would tell the rabbit."

He made a Sakamoto-style sliding step and came to the door elegantly. He reached out and grabbed the handle of the door, then opened the door and entered.

This is a rusty iron door, but it is quite the kind of a chainsaw. The room feels like a darkened room. The sound of some rotating shafts and gears moving after the door is opened also indicates something The agency was touched.

Feng Bujue didn't even think about staying behind. He also knew that things like blocking the door with something were useless. There is no suitable item in his inventory to carry the carmen, the flashlight and folding stool may be broken, and the pipe wrench...in case it breaks, the loss...

Kaden——

The lights came on, illuminating the whole room very brightly. Above the secret room, an iron chain hung an iron cage, and the puppet Billy stayed in the cage. His red and black eyes were looking at Feng Bujue condescendingly through the iron fence.

The hoarse and low voice in the puppet’s mouth also came out in due course: "Hello, crazy. I want to play a game with you." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start (m ) I vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)