Thriller Paradise Chapter 306: Story of the Louvre (13)
Following the instructions given by the werewolf, the four quickly found the loft and climbed up the ladder outside the skylight.
The corridor outside the room has a fork in the road. Maybe there is a way to the middle of the castle. But Brother Jue and the others did not explore, because the tips given by the werewolf indicated: First, Little Red Riding Hood is very strong and unfriendly; second, she may return to the castle at any time.
From the perspective of the game, I told you two clear messages. If you do something that contradicts them, you will definitely face great danger, even triggering the death story, so they decided not to do it. stay.
The four climbed along the ladder for more than five minutes. After passing through a fixed cloud, they saw the end of the ladder. There is a round black hole, and the top of the ladder rests on the edge of the hole.
This hole was "painted" in the sky, just like the kind of hole in the Warner cartoons that can be drilled out of thin air.
When you come closer, you can find that the size of this hole is not too narrow, as long as it is not too fat, it can pass.
Of course, the werewolf still can't get through. Due to the forward bending of the neck joint, the huge torso, and the posture when climbing the ladder, he is destined to be confined to the space below the fifth floor.
"Well... it's another dark floor." Feng Bujue first stepped onto the ground on the fifth floor, and said while picking up the broom (he threw it up to explore the road when he climbed to the top of the stairs).
Honghu, Qiufeng, and Ji Chang also followed closely, entering the fifth floor in turn.
"Now we know. This building...if it can be called a building, it has only seven floors in total." Honghu said, "That is to say...so far. The progress of this script is seven minutes past. It's the fourth one."
"This statement is not correct." The Chief Comptroller is a patient and absolutely sensible person. He replied: "As the saying goes...walking a hundred miles is half and ninety. Anything, the closer it is to the end, the more Don’t be impatient. It’s like the stoppage time of a football game. If the whole team has the mentality of'it will be over soon', the risk of losing the ball will rise sharply."
"I agree with this." Feng Bujue said: "In many horror movies, it is because of the carelessness of the surviving characters in the last few minutes that the ending is completely annihilated."
Talking room. Brother Jue took out the flashlight again and turned on the light.
Feng Bujue didn't ask for the flashlight that was handed to Honghu earlier. After reaching the fourth floor, things have been placed on each other's body. So at this moment Honghu took out the flashlight in his pocket and turned it on.
The first thing the two did was the same. They first swept the surrounding area with a light, and then immediately illuminated it directly above.
The ceiling and floor of this floor have returned to the state of the first floor. There are floor tiles on the ground. The ceiling height is only more than four meters. With the light of the flashlight alone, it is temporarily impossible to see where the surrounding walls are. It seems that this is also a fairly empty space.
"Or...or the old rules, I'll go around first..." Before Feng Bujue finished speaking, a voice interrupted him in the darkness.
"Gentlemen." A little girl's tender voice sounded.
This sentence shocked all three players in a cold sweat. Their shock value has risen to more than 50% along the way. Although Feng Bujue didn't feel scared, he didn't know it well. He thought to himself: Is Little Red Riding Hood waiting for us here?
嚓——
With a soft sound, a blaze of fire suddenly flashed in the dark.
The flame was only the size of a grain of rice at first, but I don't know why. Seeing rapid expansion in a few seconds, until the whole floor is lit...
Everyone is in sight. A short figure in a brown cloak appeared. Her cheeks were red, her clothes looked shabby and thin, and she was still barefoot.
At this moment, the little girl is carrying a basket in her left hand, and her right hand... is holding a burning match.
"It doesn't seem to be Little Red Riding Hood, but..." Qiu Feng lowered his voice, trying to make his own inference.
"Ah... I can see it." Feng Bujue interrupted. Judging from the eyes of him, Honghu, and Comptroller, they naturally knew who this was.
"Do you want to buy matches?" The little girl walked a few steps towards the players and asked.
The four players looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
"Please buy a box of my matches," she repeated in an imploring tone.
At this moment, Qiu Feng seemed to have thought of something. He stepped forward and took out the magic shoes in his pocket: "Can I use these shoes for a box of matches?"
The little girl looked at the silver magic shoes handed over by the other party, and hesitated: "Really? Sir, these shoes seem to be worth a lot of money." It seems that she is an honest child.
"It doesn't matter, I think this is a fair deal." Qiu Feng replied.
"Well then, thank you, sir." The little girl replied.
At this moment, the match in her hand went out, and the whole floor went back to darkness.
Qiu Feng's eyes were instantly dark, but fortunately, his teammates quickly ran over. The flashlight illuminates the area around Qiufeng, but the little girl is gone, and the shoes in Qiufeng's hand are also missing.
"Over there." Feng Bujue still pointed his eyes and quickly found a clue.
In the place where the little girl first appeared, there was a box of matches. On the floor tile, there was still a line of text that seemed to be smoked up. It looked like it was in Latin. The systematic translation was: "Sincere charity, no return. 】
After reading it, the Comptroller said: "So...the magic shoes are used here. I thought there would be a plot like Cinderella."
Qiu Feng picked up the match on the ground, "I also had an idea. I saw that she had no shoes on, and I thought of it."
"Lolita and ankle control..." Feng Bujue said, touching his chin.
"Why can everything be distorted by you so that there is no integrity..." Qiu Feng said.
"In the few seconds when the surroundings were all bright, have you observed the environment." Honghu brought the topic back to the right track.
The chief accountant said: "Ah, look, the whole floor is empty, only over there..." He raised his arm and pointed in the direction: "There is a door."
"Well...the same result as I observed." Honghu replied: "Then...are we going directly?"
"How about I strike a match, let's take another look?" Qiu Feng said, opening the matchbox.
Unexpectedly, there are only four matches inside...
"Ha! Needless to say, let's take each one separately." Feng Bujue glanced at the situation in the matchbox and said directly.
The other three did not say anything. They all understood what it means that the number of items in the same plot is equal to the number of players.
Since this is the case, they will not waste limited items to illuminate the surrounding environment. The four of them rely on the lights of the flashlights and walk in the direction pointed by the head of the computer, and they will arrive there soon. In front of the door.
"Elevator..." the controller said, looking at the metal door.
From the outside, this door is exactly the same as the elevator door in the landing space. There is only one button next to the door, and the effect is self-explanatory.
Ding——
After Honghu pressed the button, the elevator doors opened to both sides.
The four people filed in. After entering the interior, they discovered that there was nothing operable in the elevator.
After waiting five or six seconds, the door closed automatically. Then, the elevator moved upwards. I don't know if it is remotely controlled or it operates automatically according to the internal load. Anyway, in this fantasy script, it is not surprising even if the elevator has autonomous consciousness.
It didn't take long to run, about the height of one floor, the elevator stopped and the door opened automatically.
The players safely stepped into the area on the sixth floor.
"Speaking of...Initially, my inference about the single and double floors seemed to be grossly wrong..." Honghu said as he walked out of the elevator.
"That's right, but..." Qiu Feng continued: "From the first floor to here, the difficulty seems to have been very low. Except for P-233, there are no particularly difficult puzzles. The combat aspect is Not even one game."
"Not necessarily." Feng Bujue denied: "We may have encountered several'immediate death' traps, but none of them have been triggered, so you think it is simple." He said, "Leave P aside. The previous werewolf was obviously also a monster that would kill the group; besides... now we know that we should give the shoes to the little match girl. But... what if we did the wrong thing at the time, such as Giving the wrong thing, or failing to respond to her plea before the match ran out..."
"It makes sense..." the Comptroller replied: "In the seemingly non-dangerous script process, there may be many settings for killing the whole team. Then you can't be careless..."
While the four people are talking, they have all observed the whole picture of the sixth floor.
The setting of this floor is similar to that of the fourth floor, but the environment is quite different.
The ground on the sixth floor is a muddy swamp~IndoMTL.com~ There are very limited places to stay. On the four murals, there are black forests and heavy mountain shadows. On the ceiling directly above, a night sky is painted. In addition to a few thin long clouds, there are many starlight dots in the sky.
At the corner between the ceiling and the two walls, there is a full moon hung in paper, and the cold moonlight spills over the swamp.
The path to the top on this level is relatively clear, on the wall directly opposite the elevator. There is a stone staircase winding upwards, and the bottom five or six steps of the stone steps extend from the wall and are in contact with this three-dimensional space.
On this floor, the area where players can walk is restricted, and there are not many choices. They only have to step on the relatively dry footholds and move towards the stone steps on the opposite wall.
"Pay attention to your feet." The Honghu who walked in the front reminded: "We have no props now. If we fall sideways into the middle area of the swamp, it will be difficult to pull people out."
"Hey... have you heard that." Feng Bujue said suddenly, and at the same time, he raised his head. (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.)