Thriller Paradise Chapter 239: Brother (2)

There are many faint cuts on the wall on which the bed is leaning, all of which are carved with the same thing...Four parallel vertical lines, plus a diagonal line drawn on these four lines.

This is usually a marker used by detainees to count days. If you are a Chinese, you might engrave the character "Zheng", but the walls in front of you are painted with four vertical and one diagonal marks.

"Well...there are no fewer than six people who have engraved marks on the wall..." Feng Bujue's gaze walked over those traces and said in his mouth.

It is not difficult to come to this conclusion. Although it is only an engraved line, the depth, length, and angle of the engraving are different for each person. Moreover, in order to prevent confusion with the marks engraved by others, the marks engraved by each person are separated from the marks of others by a certain distance.

"If you want to make a mark on such a stone wall, you can't do it with your nails, you need tools." Feng Bujue knelt on the bed, approached the wall, and touched and felt the marks with his palms. "These people use the same thing..." He looked around the room again: "And that thing is not in this room at the moment..." An answer appeared in his mind in a second: " Is it tableware..."

He carefully scanned the four walls, ceiling, and floor of the entire room again, "Well...all the nicks are on the wall next to the bed, and there are no other places..."

"Suppose they can only get the cutlery when eating, and they must return the cutlery and plate together after eating, otherwise they will be punished." Feng Bujue analyzed: "Then, those who engraved these marks Time is their meal time..." He turned his gaze to those notches again: "Because I was sitting on the bed to eat, so after eating, I carve it next to me..."

"No!" Feng Bujue immediately denied this speculation.

He quickly came to the iron door, and first looked out through the iron window above. The corridor outside the door is paved with wooden floors and stone walls on both sides, and the ceiling height is slightly higher than that in this room. At the corner between the wall and the ceiling, a fluorescent tube is installed every other segment. Looking out from the cell, there is nothing noteworthy in the visible range, but twenty meters away. It was dark and hard to distinguish.

After looking around for a few seconds, Feng Bujue immediately crouched on the ground to observe the rectangular opening under the iron gate. He almost put his face on it, sniffed the smell with his nose, and finally touched it with his hands. Clicked the edge of the opening. He licked his fingers again... and stood up satisfied.

"The upper and lower edges of the food delivery port have been exposed to food. It means that someone is actually using this opening to pass food in." He cast his gaze to the corner of the house farthest from him, "And the excretion bucket It was placed in the corner on the other side of the room..." He returned to the bed and thought: "The prisoner's range of activities clearly covers the entire room... You can go to the door to get food, and you can go to the corner of the room on the other side for convenience. . If these marks are engraved with tableware, they can be engraved on any wall."

"So...assuming that there is no such thing as tableware..." Feng Bujue stood up again, stood in the middle of the room, performing Kudo Shinichi's signature gesture, supporting his elbow with one hand and his chin with the other.

He looked at the door. In his eyes, it seemed to reproduce the fragments of the past. In the picture of his brain replenishment, only a piece of bread and a plastic plate containing soup were passed through the opening.

"Well... it should be more likely that there is no tableware." Feng Bujue cast his gaze on the marks on the wall again: "Well, what are these engravings? And they must be engraved on this wall. Up..."

The wrong assumption is ruled out, and the answer is right here.

There was a flash of light in his mind, and a smile appeared at the corner of Feng Bujue’s mouth. He stepped forward and lifted the bed sheet (note: the bed sheet and the mattress are the same thing) and saw What I am looking for.

This bed is a whole. None of the parts can be disassembled, and all four legs are welded to the ground. The frame of the bed is entirely made of iron, and the bed board is not a wooden board, but a metal spring that is entangled together.

However, some of these springs have broken. Although these metal springs cannot be completely separated from the bed board, you can take the broken end and bend it to the wall for marking.

"No wonder the nicks are on the wall next to the bed. And they are all below a certain height. Because of the pull on the other end of the spring bars, they can't write stably. They can only barely engrave straight lines." Feng Unconsciously, it took five minutes to figure out the origin of the notch. For him, this process of observing the environment, collecting information, reasoning and solving problems is simply infinite pleasure... It made him forget all the faint physical pain.

"This room has no windows, so you can't see the sunrise and sunset. People who are locked in here have to judge after a few days... They must rely on their senses, biological clock, and the number of times people outside give themselves food as evidence. "Feng Bujue paced back and forth: "Besides, it's not easy to find the tools of this engraving mark..." He thoughtfully said, "Well...it seems that there are far more people who have been locked up in this room. Six. It’s just that among the many prisoners, there are only six or seven. They are calm and clear, and they haven’t given up on survival."

"The nicks stopped on the ninth path, which means that these people have not stayed here for more than ten days. They saw the traces carved by the predecessors, and they should be able to infer... on the tenth day, or On the night of the ninth day, something will definitely happen. Judging from the current atmosphere, 1% probability is to be released, 1% probability is to change the room, and the remaining 98% is to be killed..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly. : "Huh... That's true. All they can do is record the number of days they have been imprisoned on the wall."

He walked to the wall and leaned against his height. "Without a synopsis, I can’t be sure if I’m playing crazy or someone else...well...height seems to be about the same." He placed his hand at a height parallel to the top of his head, leaned against the wall, and then took a visual inspection, it should be about 1.8 meters, "The clothing is my own, the luggage bar..." He then glanced at the game menu, the luggage bar The flashlight, P-500, Miss's bad temper, and survival value supplements all turned into a gray state, and they couldn't be taken out. "Cut... as expected." He said uncomfortably.

"Okay... let me think about it... the guy who drags'me' in the opening CG is only less than one meter and seven meters away, but he can drag an adult who is one meter and eight meters away with one hand. "Feng Bujue speculated on the strength of SS: "It must be more than ordinary people's combat effectiveness... At least in terms of strength, it is about the same as my 27th-level player. If that guy controls the food for these prisoners, let them eat only one meal a day. , Then he can suppress all the prisoners here without using weapons."

Feng Bujue walked to the door: "Which kind of person would it be that imprisoned PLAY like this... Killer, sadist, cannibal, mad scientist..." combined with that SS in the opening of the film The few lines of dialogue. Feng Bujue tapped his palm with his fist: "Well, scientist."

"The few words he said...are you talking to me? Or are you talking to yourself?" Feng Bujue said: "Or, are you talking to me and talking to yourself?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the iron fence of the small window above the iron gate. Tried to pull and push a few times. The door just made a creaking sound, and the door was obviously locked.

There are no door handles on both sides of this iron door, only a keyhole, because there is a small window above it. You can pull this door without a handle.

Feng Bujue squatted down again and looked into the keyhole. This is naturally meaningless...

"Escape the room...hehe..." Feng Bujue confirmed the task content in the taskbar again: "Since it is a script for the advanced stage of the game, and it is a single-player nightmare, it must be for me. Body-built... Break through iron gates with brute force. There is no need to think about it. So, just find a way to unlock..."

He took out the pipe wrench and started a carpet search. Starting from the door, tapping lightly inch by inch on the wall and the ground, trying to find out whether there is a mechanism or a mezzanine, even the corner behind the small wooden cabinet and the plastic bucket, he didn't let it go. Move it away and check it carefully.

As a result, nothing was found...

So. He began to tear the sheets. The bed sheet was quite thick, but it was stuffed not with rotten cotton or goose feathers, but with rag strips, which looked like some old clothes were cut into pieces. Various colors and materials are available.

Feng Bujue found nothing from the sheets except the rags, so... he put all the rags on the ground and tried to sort...

He sorted them according to color, material, and even area... But the results are meaningless. It seems that there is no rule to follow among these rags. But he still didn't give up. Attempting to complete a puzzle with these motley strips of cloth...

After sitting on the ground for half an hour and playing, Feng Bujue finally gave up. After some attempts that a normal person could not do, he came to the conclusion that a normal person would make in a few seconds: This is just a bunch of useless rags.

"Hey...a waste of life, a pile of rubbish, even if these rags are woven into ropes, there is no place to hang themselves in this house." Feng Bujue laughed at himself: "Where else might the key be hidden? He looked at the small wooden cabinet first: "The three drawers of this cabinet are all empty." He looked at the blue plastic bucket again: "That bucket...the bottom is almost three inches of **** and urine. The possibility of hiding the key is not impossible..." He swallowed: "The bottom of the bucket is too deep, and it is inconvenient to bend over and get in. But if I pour out the contents of the bucket, there is nothing. Found, this place..."

He wanted to drive the weird thoughts out of his mind, and he still came to the small wooden cabinet first. This time he simply pulled all three drawers out of the cabinet and put them on the floor. Then put the small wooden cabinet horizontally on the ground, reached in and explored, but unfortunately, he didn't touch anything except dust. After tapping it carefully, there was no such thing as a cassette.

The three drawers are placed side by side on the floor at the moment. The wooden boards are just so thick. You don't need to check to know that there can be no mezzanine. The puzzle solving is once again in a dead end.

"Is it really hidden in the shit... It's too much..." Feng Bujue turned his head and took a deep look at the plastic bucket in the corner of the house. "What kind of script is this? It's too compelling..."

Suddenly he had another idea: "Hey! I put the contents of the bucket into three drawers, wouldn't it be all over the place?... The drawers are relatively shallow and easy to find. ."

Thinking of this, he was really ready to do it. Immediately stood up, carried a drawer and walked to the plastic bucket. Fortunately, at exactly this moment, his gaze swept to something.

"Oh!" Feng Bujue held up the drawer and looked at the bottom of the drawer. "Hahahahahaha!" After a frantic laugh, he turned the other two drawers upside down.

It turned out that the bottom of the three drawers had a word written in blood. Feng Bujue arranged them according to their upper and lower positions when they were inserted in the wooden cabinet, and the information he got was: "bed" is written on the back of the uppermost drawer. The middle drawer says "key" and the bottom drawer says "ket".

"The key is hidden..." Feng Bujue suddenly turned around and looked at the bed again. He walked over and tapped with a pipe wrench. Soon the strangeness was discovered.

The outer side of this bed. The horizontal support, parallel to the bed, is hollow, while the one against the wall is solid. Feng Bujue started from the end of the bed, from the bottom up. I hit the bracket inch by inch, and finally when I hit the middle section, I heard movement inside.

"Hid the key in such a place...Is it for someone to find it?" Feng Bujue cursed in a low voice.

Actually, he has nothing to complain about. Isn't there a prompt written on the back of the drawer? It was originally the prompt to confirm the location. Otherwise, who would know that in this kind of place......

Pong Pong Pong, even if the strap is twisted, this iron bed doesn't even have a depression.

"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue said: "The sophisticated pipe wrenches won't hurt at all when they are knocked up. Are you trying to imply that I...There is a chainsaw hidden in that dung bucket?"

He sat cross-legged on the ground, S finished Kudo Shinichi, and now he started to learn to stop and hold back ideas...

"Yes!" Feng Bujue really had an idea.

With the mentality that he won't get pregnant even if he tries it, he used the [not so hasty repair] on that bed, but he didn't expect to catch up with the skill failure... 60% success rate in the equipment specialization class D And [Ice Alchemist's Perseverance] With the bonus that the activation success rate of all active skills increased by 10%, he still failed...

Feng Bujue couldn't help but wonder if his thoughts were wrong.

However. The 200 stamina was in vain, and he still couldn't let him retreat. Anyway, there is no CD for this skill, so he used it again immediately. This time, the skill was successfully deployed, and the appearance of the bed changed.

"Sure enough! This is counted as a mechanical creation!" Feng Bujue was overjoyed. This inseparable bed made of pure metal seems to have a simple and clear structure, but it is also very reasonable to be classified as a mechanical creation, because there is only one mechanism on it.

Just like the communication equipment Feng Bujue repaired in Shenyou Village. This bed is also the kind of object that cannot be observed from the game menu, but can be repaired. Feng Bujue used his skills to restore it to the [Normal] quality. The rust on this bed has all disappeared, and the springs that have been partially broken and warped on the bed have returned to their positions.

The most critical change lies in the two ends of the outer bracket, that is, the two junction points where the iron bar connects the head and foot of the bed. There were two more metal wedges. Originally, these two parts had been rusted to death and flattened, and the outline was not visible at all. But at this time, as long as Feng Bujue lifted it separately with a pipe wrench, he could be activated.

Next, he worked for a few minutes and successfully removed the metal bracket from the bed.

Leaving the bed, the bracket becomes a hollow iron rod two meters long. But when boys hold similar things in their hands, they will have an urge to imitate a certain monkey. For some reason, this passion still has no meaning to fade after adulthood. I don’t know if it will disappear when I am worse than middle-aged... …

To return to the subject, Feng Bujue erected the hollow bracket and slammed it twice on the ground. I thought the key would fall down the hollow tube, but when I removed the stick, nothing fell out.

"Drink..." Feng Bujue held up the iron rod, closed one eye, and looked in with the other. You can see a little light coming through from the other end. There is indeed a piece in the middle of the stick. The outline of a small object should be the correct key, but for some reason, this thing just doesn't fall out.

Feng Bujue tried again to turn the stick over to see if there would be any response when going down from the other end, but the result was still the same and it could not fall out. He turned into anger, sitting on the ground, holding the stick horizontally, and beating it with a pipe wrench... When he picked it up, the position of the key remained the same.

"What kind of setting is this... it will move when tapped through the pipe, which means that it is not fixed or welded to the inner wall, but the pipe cannot be poured out when it is erected..." He checked again and again. The metal bracket is not narrow at both ends and wide in the middle. "It's the first puzzle. Is it necessary to get to this level... What about me?"

This "how do you want me?" self-talk~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly inspired Feng Bujue.

"Wait, don't..." he thought, reaching into his jacket pocket. The previous soaps, candles, and numbers were all taken away by him at will.

"Solving the puzzle so far, leaving aside the reasoning part... In actual action, my skills [not so hasty repair] and equipment [Mario's pipe wrench] are both necessary. There are no two, It’s impossible to get to this point at all." Feng Bujue said: "Since the system is a script designed to stump me, then..."

At this time, he took out the [Anti-Gravity Catapult] from his suitcase, this item did not turn gray, so...

Feng Bujue pressed the grab button of the catapult to float the candle, and then adjusted the candle to an appropriate angle by hand. Then, he stuffed one end of the candle into one end of the hollow bracket, and sure enough... it fits tightly and just fits in.

"Well, designing the puzzle like this also has certain advantages. At least when I solve it, it is easy to know that I am right..." Feng Bujue said, pressing the launch button. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)