Thriller Paradise Chapter 253: Brother (16)

Feng Bujue didn’t know where the music was coming from, and he didn’t know what the black shadow was going to do. He could only be on guard and keep at least three meters away from the other party to prevent the black shadow from doing it. What offensive behavior.

And the dark shadow, walking on a spacewalk with his back facing forward, walked out of the black room unhurriedly with music. When he walked to the front of Feng Bujue, he suddenly screamed and made a crotch grasping action. At this moment, the background music changed and became "t".

Feng Bujue has played this game up to now. In terms of shock level, it should be the peak at this moment.

But seeing that the black shadow changed the dance steps, stepping, moving, turning, and the movements were very smooth, and very chic, walking towards the ground floor.

As he traveled farther and farther, the music became softer and softer, until the shadow turned the corner of the stairs and disappeared into Feng Bujue's sight, and bgm stopped in time.

"He...hehe..." Feng Bujue's mouth twitched, and he laughed a few times. He didn't keep up with the opponent, because the ground 1f is now completely dark. He will lose his goal as long as he follows out of the storage room. . And he wasn't sure whether the shadow was still a monster, or whether it would attack him.

For this inexplicable plot or event, even he has no clue. This generational sense is too strong, and it is not in line with the plot atmosphere of this script, but it is consistent with the system's consistent spoof spirit.

Feng Bujue didn't struggle with this nonsensical scene for too long. Now that the light in the corridor can shine into the room, he just went in and searched.

As mentioned earlier, except for the darkness, there is nothing in this room. But after Feng Bujue entered the door, he soon discovered that there was something abnormal in the position where the black shadow stood just now.

On that small piece of ground, there is a black stain, which is a stain from a distance. Take a closer look. It is the pattern.

These patterns are all composed of black lines and are drawn very delicately. There are six things drawn in total.

"Soap, dentures, perfume, leather hats, blankets, artificial eyes." Feng Bujue quickly identified the objects referred to by these six graphics, "Are they all plot items that can be brought out of the script... "

Unconsciously, from the beginning of the script to the present, Feng Bujue has found these six objects, but he still doesn't know what they represent.

"I seem to smell the hidden mission..." Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing.

He was very patient, and he checked the room carefully and made sure that only this reminder message would leave him.

"There shouldn't be a white shadow of horse dancing behind the white door..." Feng Bujue said half-jokingly as he pushed the door.

The door opened. The color in the room is naturally white, covering the whole with white light, but it is not strong light, so it is not dazzling. It can be said that the line of sight in the room is good. At first glance, you can confirm that this white room is an operating room.

There is an operating table in the middle of the room, or...experimental table. This table is large, thick, metallic, and connected to the ground. Unable to move, I guess it’s okay for the Synthetic to lie down.

A strong, disgusting smell wafted out of the room. This smell became even more choking under the cover of disinfectant. Feng Bujue quickly showed the gas mask again (on the way back from the ground 1f, he The maskless state has been restored. Of course, in the eyes of the monster, his image is always another person, regardless of costume). Just stepped inside the door.

There are three or four trolleys for placing tools on both sides of the experimental platform. There are many conventional surgical tools on them, as well as some tools such as electric drills and circular saws for carpentry work. These heavy tools have been damaged without exception. This can be confirmed from the appearance alone, but Feng Bujue picked them up enthusiastically and checked the attributes one by one.

With [not so sloppy maintenance] on my own body, even if it is garbage, it can run for 15 minutes. That's what Feng Bujue thought...

Unfortunately, when he read the properties of the garbage, he realized a problem. All these heavy tools can only be connected to AC and DC stabilized power supplies. Simply put, they must be connected to a socket.

There is a saying in a movie, "Everyone is blind." This is not unreasonable. For example, if I ask you now, how many sockets are there in the room you are in at the moment, 80% of you don't know. If you ask you how many sockets there are in these sockets, no one might know.

The human brain has a protective mechanism that can help us filter out a lot of "useless" information in our daily lives. Therefore, even if it is something that often comes into sight, we will be ignorant.

We don’t know how many windowpanes we have in our house; we don’t know how many subway stations we take every day; we forget the color of the walls when we leave a place, and we can’t even tell the pattern of slippers on our feet. , Unless you look down.

As a person grows up and adapts to the surrounding environment, this mechanism will gradually be established. As for which information is "useless", it is the choice of the brain to decide autonomously.

And without this instinctive protection...Theoretically, the human brain can collect and remember about 86 million pieces of information in life every day, more than any computer in the world. Maybe you didn’t realize that there will be so much information entering your head, because the information collected by the brain can be called subjectively only 5%, while the other 95% are automatically processed by the brain and enter your subconscious. Needed from time to time.

That being said, 95% is actually filtered out, and it's hard to remember.

Here, I naturally have to say a "but".

However, there are differences between people. In the above-mentioned unconscious situation, the more developed the brain, the greater the amount of information they can remember, and the more details about things in their memory. Specifically, these are the so-called "observational" people.

Obviously, Feng Bujue is such a person, and he has been trained in this area since he was a child. Even if he did not deliberately pay attention to the socket problem, at this moment, as long as he swims in the subconscious mind, he can get very The exact conclusion is that there are no sockets at all in the local map of the show.

"Would you like to take the bag away... You can use it with a skill repair..." Feng Bujue considered: "But it doesn't seem to be interesting. This tool system is sold in the system store, and The version that does not need to be plugged in is very expensive."

He thought about it, but still didn't take it. After all, the quality of these things is rubbish. Even if you go to the store, you can't get a lot of money.

After searching for five or six minutes, Feng Bujue found nothing, so he thought on a whim and lay on the experimental table that exuded extremely disgusting breath. As a result, it really triggered cg...

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This cg is a picture of a person lying on the operating table from the first point of view.

"Please...haha...haha... let me go... I have a lot of money, I am a nobleman, how much do you want..." This man pleaded halfway. Screamed.

After the bloodshot lens stayed on the ceiling for a few seconds, as the subject struggled to raise his head forward, two figures came into his sight.

There is a short man with brown hair and another young man with blond hair. They are all wearing shirts and overalls, masks, and aprons. They are all bloodstained and look like two butchers.

Just now. One leg of the nobleman was cut off from the base of his thigh. Because the experiment required him to stay awake, Arthur used alchemy to give him a "special anesthetic" that made him unable to even faint.

"Assholes! You two assholes..." The noble screamed, and suddenly he paused. There was bloodshot on the screen: "You! It's you! You are Arthur! That kid who lives on the farm!"

At this moment, Arthur was about to use a circular saw to cut off the other leg of this man. After hearing the words, he stopped his hand and turned his head slowly. "Do you know me?"

"I...Yes! I know you! I remember...in that month, old Jim just passed away, and there was no one to replace him at the market. So in that month, it was you The one who is responsible for delivering the goods to the market." The nobleman said: "I remember you, short, always wearing a cloak to cover your face, you can't go wrong, it's you!" He paused, "Boy, you are so big Daring, a farmer in a mere guts, dare to do this to me, do you know who I am! Me and the Grand Duke of the Imperial City..."

"Is this all you have to say?" Arthur interrupted. His cold expression declared that the other party’s threats were meaningless. Have fun and don’t do anything good for the world.

You have a lot of social resources, but only feces are produced. You bring only oppression and burden to your kind, but you have to force them to sing praises to you while enduring this. Arthur sneered, "Even the cows and horses in the pasture and the termites in the mound are more noble than you... You just make me sick. "His eyes are full of sarcasm, "Let me help you discover some values ​​that exist in the world... Your hair will be braided into a blanket, your eyeballs will be made into artificial eyes, and your teeth It will be made into dentures, your fat will be made into soap, your skin can be made into a hat, and finally...with your body oil, you can make a good bottle of perfume. "

Andrew was just standing by at this moment, without saying a word, he couldn't say anything.

The nobleman’s expression was so terrified that he could not get any more, the big beads of sweat rolled from his face, "No...no...no, I didn’t mean that...you...what do you want, I can give you money , Even the title..."

"Hehehe..." Arthur couldn't help laughing. "I'm not as greedy as you, so I don't feel short of money. As for the title..." There was a clear killing intent in his eyes. "I am a member of the criminal clan, what do you think should be recommended to the local grand prince? Knight? Baron? Hahahaha..."

A few seconds later, the circular saw started to operate again, and the room was quickly overwhelmed by the continuous screams.

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"Is there any mistake..." After reading the cg, Feng Bujue couldn't help but looked down at the outer pocket of his jacket that was so full.

Although he puts the leather cap, perfume and blanket in his bag, soap, dentures and artificial eyes are in his pocket. After learning that these things come from the human body, everyone will get goose bumps. of.

"Hey... I should have guessed that it was such a urine." Feng Bujue said, "Well... there is only the last room left to go. The pattern of the black room and the pattern of the white room The images are undoubtedly reminding me what these six objects mean... It is likely to determine whether I can see the'true' ending." He calculated, "This is telling me, before opening the gray iron door, if I I couldn’t collect all these six things in the previous game process, so I should look back now, right..."

Feng Bujue thought of this and walked out of the white room. He did not open the gray iron door. Instead, head towards the 1f side of the ground. He went up the stairs and opened the wooden door to enter the storage room. Sure enough, at this moment, the corridor was no longer completely dark.

There is some light in the windows of each room, so that the player can barely see the surrounding scenery. But looking out the window, there was still chaos and nothing.

"Well... this is undoubtedly the free exploration time before the clearance. You can go to the upper and lower levels, and you can find the missing items. You can open the gray iron door directly to see the ending." Feng Bujuexin Said, "But it doesn't make much sense to me, because I searched carefully before, and all six items have been obtained."

Even though he thought so, Feng Bujue still went to a place, the room on the second floor directly above the hall.

He came to the iron door, tried to pull the door handles on both sides, but still couldn't open it.

Feng Bujue left there helplessly, from top to bottom. From 2f on the ground to 2f underground, he walked through every room. He was not looking for things, but exploring obsessive-compulsive disorder made him worry about missing something. So you have to go around.

In the end, he returned to the gray iron gate. After this lap, although nothing was achieved, he was psychologically satisfied...

"So... the moment to witness the miracle..." Feng Bujue complained. Pushed open the iron door.

This room is gray, just like the atmosphere of this script, dark. gloomy.

On the wall facing the door, there was a chair and a small table. Arthur sat on that chair and looked at Feng Bujue quietly at the door.

"Are you awake..." Arthur said, "Sure enough, the cell can't hold you..."

"Do you have a mirror?" This was Feng Bujue's first sentence.

"Mirror?" Arthur raised his eyes and stared at Feng Bujue for two seconds. Then he slowly raised his right arm and pressed his palm against the wall.

One second later, a wall next to Feng Bujue burst into light, and it was turned into a mirror in an instant.

"Can you do such a thing without painting and training..." Feng Bujue said, he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

Basically, the image in the mirror did not surprise him. To describe it, he was a zombie Andrew.

"My stupid brother." Arthur said: "You think you are smart, and this... is the price."

"Can you explain it to me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Don't understand?" Arthur replied, "I know that you changed the experimental data; I also know that you secretly changed the formula; and your hands and feet in the formation... Actually , Is wrong." He sighed deeply, "While you are playing that innocent and kind brother, you are planning to rob my body. But you never expected that from the beginning, you found the exchange I forged the soul's refining technique." He paused, looked at the changes in Feng Bujue's expression, and then said: "You thought that success fooled me and let me proceed without knowing it. Exchange refining. It’s a pity, the fact is just the opposite. You have misunderstood the role of that formation."

"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but laughed, "Blam me?"

Arthur reacted somewhat unexpectedly to him, but still maintained his inherent calmness, "Are you insane?"

"No, no." Feng Bujue smiled and shook his head. He just thought the two brothers were very interesting. He thought Arthur was a big evil person, but at the moment, Andrew is not a good bird either. It's not wrong to think about it carefully. Even if he is an accomplice, and after so long and helping to do so many maddening things, can he still say that Andrew is really kind?

"Then brother, can you tell me the real effect of this formation?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course it turned me into a human use." Arthur replied, "The price is to turn an ordinary human into a demon."

"Is this tm a demon?" Feng Bujue pointed his finger at himself in the mirror, "Is the devil so frustrated?"

"Unfortunately, the training failed." Arthur explained, "I didn't become a human being, but you became like this..."

"Is it your calculation error?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course not, I won't make a mistake." Arthur replied.

"Understood, there is only one answer..." Feng Bujue said, "I am not a pure human either."

Arthur sighed bitterly, "Thousands of thoughts are lost...I should have thought about it, how could the son of ‘that woman’ be an ordinary person..."

"You mean mother?" Feng Bujue tentatively asked.

"Yeah, mom, huh..." Arthur looked sad, "Do you know why she picked me back?"

"Taking your power away?" Who is Feng Bujue, an absolute pessimist. He never believes that people are originally good at nature, so he has a full mental estimate of the degree of evil in people's hearts~ IndoMTL.com~ Oh? Did she tell you before she died? "Arthur responded.

"No, I just guess casually." Feng Bujue said, "I know very well, that woman is not easy..." The previous cg images flashed through his mind quickly, "She seems to oppose your use of alchemy. But when you, a child under ten years old, is holding those advanced books for research, she is indifferent. Huh...Speaking of which, she managed to get you those books." He paused for a second. He added, "Before she passed away, she knew that her plan was hopeless, so she pretended to be a good mother who really cherished you, trying to restrain you with family affection and let you take care of her biological son." Jue took out the "Advanced Alchemy" and took out the photo from the page, and read to the words on the back: "Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love. Haha...at first When I saw this photo, I thought it was very strange, why is it caught in such a book? Now I understand that she is using this way to remind you that you are a family." Feng Bujue Sneered, "Unfortunately...she looked down upon you too much, presumably you saw through who she was as early as a very young age. If I guess correctly, even her death..."

"Yes, that's me." Arthur continued, "It took me a year to get her to death. She didn't know until she died, her'incurable disease' was planned by me alone. "(To be continued...)