Thriller Paradise Chapter 238: Brother (1)
[Crazy, Level 27]
【Please select the game mode you want to join. 】
【You have chosen single player survival mode (Nightmare), please confirm. 】
[Confirmed, the script is being generated...]
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"Welcome to Thriller Paradise." The familiar lines sounded again.
【Loading is complete, you are currently in single-player survival mode (nightmare). 】
[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance that side/hidden missions and special worldviews will appear. 】
[Scenario clearance reward: randomly draw a puzzle card. 】
[The introduction to the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is complete. 】
叱——叱——
The moment the title CG started, there was this kind of sound, which seemed to be the movement of objects rubbing against the floor.
The picture in front of Feng Bujue's eyes was pitch black at first, and after a few seconds, it was like opening his eyelids. A gap was opened in the middle of the picture and enlarged, so that he could gradually see the scene in front of him.
The picture is very vague. There is a short and thin back. Looking at the outline, it is a man, wearing a blood-stained shirt and overalls, walking in front of Feng Bujue.
Feng Bujue, or the role that Feng Bujue plays at this moment, is lying on the ground, and that figure is pulling one of his feet and dragging him across a long corridor.
"Don't worry... everything will be fine... something must be wrong... I will think of a way..." the back figure in front said to himself.
Feng Bujue has no sensation at this moment, nor can he control the movement of the camera, because this is still the CG stage of the title, he is only looking at something experienced by others from a first-person perspective.
About thirty seconds later, the figure stopped in front of an iron door at the end of the corridor, and then there was a slight metal crash.
The door opened, and Feng Bujue watched as he was dragged into a room similar to a prison cell, and the picture flickered twice. Finally aimed at the ceiling.
After that, there was the sound of the little man leaving the room and locking the door, and he continued to say those words over and over again until he walked out the door.
[Important Note: Items of type "consumables" cannot be used in this scenario, and equipment and tools driven by consumables (ammunition, batteries, etc.) cannot be used. 】
"WTF?" Feng Bujue cursed in his heart: "He didn't tell me half of the plot introduction. Did you talk about such a harsh restriction first?"
He scolded too early. Because in the next second, the script will officially begin.
There is no synopsis at all...
Feng Bujue's line of sight immediately coincided with the last scene of the opening CG, and he became lying on the ground, facing the ceiling.
The moment he gained the ability to act and sense. A piercing pain came from his whole body immediately. This painful feeling is unbelievable, just like every bone in the body is broken, the surface of the skin is extensively burned, and there are countless insects crawling under the skin...
Of course, the painful feeling of system simulation. It has been weakened. As mentioned earlier, the player’s ultimate pain will not exceed the strength of a hammer hitting a finger, otherwise there will be a risk of coma.
However, although the intensity of the pain is limited, it is still rich in form. When the sensations described above happen to the body, it doesn't matter how refreshing it is. In reality, Feng Bujue had never experienced this kind of somatosensory, even though he was a person with great endurance. At this moment, there is also a hint of impulse to push.
[The main task has been triggered]
[Find a way to stop the loss of survival]
After hearing the system prompt, Feng Bujue immediately opened the task bar to check the content of the task. At the same time, he also found that the survival value was decreasing at a rate of 1% per second.
"What kind of script is this?" Feng Bujue gritted his teeth and sat up, just this action. There was a burning sensation from his entire spine, and the muscles in his back and arms were also tingling.
He quickly started observing the surrounding environment, resisting the interference of pain, and forcibly concentrated. Keep your brain running at a high speed.
Consumables cannot be used in this script, which means that Feng Bujue cannot use the blood bottle to restore blood. Fortunately, he went to the mall to buy five bottles of survival value supplements before entering the script (middle). The result is no good.
Even in theory, Feng Bujue only had less than one minute and forty seconds to complete this first task. Once it exceeded this time, it became his last task.
"The way to stop...The way to stop..." Feng Bujue repeated these words, which allowed him to concentrate better.
He glanced at the entire cell first. There were no windows in the cell, only a door. The door is made of iron, and there is a small iron window above it, through which the light from the corridor shines in, so that most of the cell is shrouded in a dim light. There is a rectangular horizontal opening under the iron door, which can just send food inside. The four walls of the room are stone walls, which are full of thickness, while the floor and ceiling are made of cement. A very simple bed was placed against the wall, and the sheets had been contaminated with blood so that the original color could not be seen clearly. There are no pillows and bedding on the bed, and the feet of the four beds are not high above the ground, so one person can barely lie down under the bed. The bed's bracket is made of iron, which is welded to the wall and cannot be moved.
In the corner farthest from the door, there is a big blue plastic bucket. Judging by the smell from it, that thing is probably the toilet.
In another corner of the room, there was a small wooden cabinet about one meter high. There were three drawers from top to bottom. When Feng Bujue saw the cabinet, he rushed over without saying a word.
In this case, no matter what is in these three drawers, the player has to open it.
In the top drawer, there is a dirty bar of soap. Although it is dirty, in terms of shape, the bar of soap is very complete. It is a very standard rectangle, just like it was just taken out of the mold.
The appearance of this thing is really ambiguous. There is no water in the room, and all the excrement and urine are packed in plastic buckets, so naturally there will be no water taps. Put a bar of soap here, what do you want the prisoner to do? Wash your hands with saliva?
Feng Bujue didn't have time to read the description of the item carefully, so he put the item on the top of the small wooden cabinet first, and then went to open the second drawer.
The drawer in the middle is more interesting. Inside is a candle, white, about fifteen centimeters, a bit thicker than a finger.
"What the hell...the soap is not running water, the candles are not matched with matches...the chainsaw won't be so fun, right?" Feng Bujue said, putting the candles on the top of the cabinet. Then go to open the third drawer.
The bottom drawer is sharp, and it contains a small wooden comb.
"He...hehe..." Feng Bujue chuckled a few times. At this moment, he had almost forgotten, or had adapted to the physical pain. Compared with this kind of discomfort, the three things discovered during the puzzle solving process made him more painful.
"Well...There is no hint, what do you want me to do in this situation..." Feng Bujue said.
Time, exactly one minute passed, Feng Bujue's survival value was still 39%, and he still had thirty-eight seconds to consider.
"The player can't undress in the script, so you can rule out the possibility of using candles to explode your own chrysanthemums..." Feng Bujue touched his chin and said: "Eat soap? Eat candles?" His gaze shifted. When he arrived at the bucket: "Or eat shit?" He shook his head: "These behaviors are not necessarily related to the loss of survival value."
He thought of this, and his gaze returned to the small comb in his hand, "Since I can't think of a logically related method, use all the props one by one...Start with the simplest one." He said. , I combed my hair twice with that little comb.
Unexpectedly, the system prompt sounded before combing the second time.
[The current mission is completed, the main mission has been updated]
The loss of survival value actually stopped. Feng Bujue's blood volume was now 26%. At the beginning of the script, there was only less than 30% left. I am afraid this is the first time.
The previous item [Find a way to stop the loss of survival value] was ticked, and a new instruction appeared in the taskbar: [Escape the room]
"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked at the comb in his hand: "Although you don't have to try to eat all kinds of strange things, it's too..." He was halfway through, and suddenly he found something. He took that Xiaomu comb took it in front of his eyes, looked closer, and found that the handle of the comb was engraved with two very small letters: AA
"Well...it seems to be a limited edition." Feng Bujue said half-jokingly.
He took three items, walked over to the bed and sat down, put them all on the bed, picked them up one by one, and looked at them carefully.
With the completion of the task just now~IndoMTL.com~Feng Bujue’s pain felt lighter, although he still felt a little bit of aching, but it was much more comfortable than when he first started. If you want to compare it, it’s simply The difference between hanging and wearing a neck brace...
He watched it for five or six minutes. The soap was nothing special, there was no pattern on the surface, and the smell was not very fragrant. It felt like the most primitive laundry soap. Candles are also very ordinary candles, and there is no lettering on these two items.
"Um...Is this the only special comb..." He picked up the small wooden comb again and looked at it in all directions. In addition to the word AA Shi Cai saw, he had another discovery... …The hair remaining on this comb is golden and looks like short hair.
"The little man who dragged me in earlier had brown hair..." Feng Bujue recalled as he muttered, "Is it used by other prisoners in this cell..."
He was thinking, his gaze was slowly moving, when his gaze swept to the wall next to the bed, he made new discoveries...
"Ha, it seems that there are a lot of people who have been closed here..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is me. The biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)