Thriller Paradise Chapter 1043: Extreme experiment (12)
About twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue came to a corner of the base with his barefoot brother's head.
Igor still walked in front of him with weapons and some tools, acting as a bodyguard and pathfinder.
"Okay, I have reached the corner. From here, how can I get to the'room where the experiment report is stored'?" Feng Bujue stood still and said to Brother Barefoot.
"I declare in advance..." The barefoot brother replied, "Because you said that you can't see the sign, so I can't confirm which of the four corners of the base is'this corner', so the destination that arrives in a while may not be Correct."
"It's okay." Feng Bujue said, "If this is wrong, just start from another corner, it's nothing more than taking more time." He paused, "But...I also declare in advance..." He cast a cold gaze at Brother Barefoot, "It doesn't matter if we go to the wrong room, but if we are led to some strange place for a while, for example... there are traps, or a place with your kind, then... …Afterwards, you can ask for more blessings."
This sentence changed the smell of the barefoot brother.
Indeed, a similar idea, Barefoot had already sprung up on his way here, and he was planning to act on it just now.
However, now Feng Bujue gave him a "vaccination shot" in advance, stating clearly—"Your little trick, this uncle has already seen through it. If you dare to use it, the consequences will be yours. Weigh it yourself."
"Huh..." After a few seconds of hesitation, the barefoot brother reluctantly compromised, he snorted, and then said, "Then I also declare in advance...The room where the experiment report is stored is away from us." The ritual’s room is very close. Although we were scattered around the base after all the rituals were held, I’m not sure if there are anyone else nearby..." He paused for half a second, "So, if you are in Encountered my kind on the road. Or attacked near that room, don’t say I deliberately lured you in..."
These words indicate that this monster has already figured out his bottom line.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue replied blankly: "Yes, let's talk...how to go?"
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The corridor is straight and bright, and there is basically no obstruction, so Brother Jue and Igor walked quickly.
←dǐng←ǎn←小←say, .￡±s_(); After walking for about twelve minutes, they arrived at the destination mentioned by the barefoot brother.
"I didn't encounter anything along the way..." Feng Bujue said as he stood at the door of the room, "Maybe... the place is wrong?"
His reasoning is not wrong. Because when he tried to open the door, the prompt he got was [Cannot open].
So they can only choose to start to another corner to reposition their coordinates.
This process might have taken about half an hour...This is based on the fact that there are no monsters or other incidents on the road.
But they were lucky. They walked straight for seven or eight minutes toward another "margin" of the base, and then the barefoot brother suddenly said: "Wait...I found the'ceremonial' room."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue stopped when he heard the words, then lowered his head to ask. "Which one?"
"Just turn left at the fork in the road I just passed by." The barefoot brother replied, "There is a lot of blood in the ritual room. Although it is no longer flowing, it is at this distance. I can still feel it. To..."
After hearing this, Jue gave a wink at Igor; the latter understood, entered a state of alert, and went ahead with a knife.
The two retreated a few meters. Turned to the direction the barefoot brother said.
At this moment, Igor looked attentively, moving his steps silently. It can be seen...this is not the first time he has experienced such an occasion.
Although Igor is not a professional soldier, he has indeed fought and has considerable combat experience.
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In 1942, in the cold winter that was full of death and covered in ice and snow, the Soviets, Romanians, Hungarians, Germans... gathered in a place called Stalingrad, and they wrote in blood. The entire history of human warfare occupies a very important part.
For the Soviets, Stalingrad is a place they absolutely do not want and cannot lose. This city not only has a symbolic meaning that is difficult to replace, but more importantly... it is the traffic throat from the central Soviet Union to important economic regions in the south; it faces Moscow in the north, the Persian Gulf in the south, and the Persian Gulf in the south. The main producing area of coal and oil. If you lose here, you will probably lose the entire war, maybe... the entire history of mankind will be rewritten as a result.
On July 28 of the same year, Stalin issued the famous Order No. 227-"No step back!"
And Igor is one of the Soviet members who received this order...
He was only nineteen years old that year. He didn't want to go to the battlefield, he just wanted to be a worker, or a shoemaker like his dead father.
He hopes to live a stable life. He hopes to fall in love like a normal young man. He hopes to do some filial piety for his mother who is lying in bed. He hopes to make his starving sister eat full every day. .
However, the war... left him no choice.
Stalingrad in October, known as the "killing stove", Igor stayed in this stove until the end of the battle.
As a recruit who was drawn to the battlefield without receiving much military training, this is almost a miracle...
In the spring of the second year, Igor was forced to leave the army because of an amputation.
When he returned home, his mother and sister were dead, and the already poor house was left in vain.
He was only twenty years old and became a lame tramp.
In this way, seven years passed in a hurry...This should have been the best seven years in life, but for him, every day is like a year.
Until one day...some people in military uniforms came to tell him that he was selected by the government to receive a free "treatment plan."
At that time, Igor, who was already very ill, naturally had no reason to refuse.
But what he didn't expect was...He didn't come to receive any treatment, but to act as an experiment...
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"Don't be so cautious." The sudden words of Barefoot broke the short silence, "There will be no ambush in the room."
"How do you know?" Feng Bujue looked at him, "You shouldn't be able to perceive each other's position, right?"
If the monsters can perceive each other, they won't worry about being beheaded and left somewhere and no one will find it, so this inference is definitely correct.
"Because we won't stay somewhere and never move." Barefoot replied, "Calm, waiting...These are driving us crazy."
"Okay. It's a valid reason." Feng Bujue said, winking at Igor again.
Igor, who was already standing in front of the door, reached out and pushed a metal door.
Squeak——
The sound of the metal shaft turning makes people feel hairy.
Behind the opened door, a **** smell wafted out immediately...
"Um—" Igor's sense of smell has also become very sensitive, so standing here makes him feel quite uncomfortable.
"Here...I'll do it." At this time, Feng Bujue stepped forward, grabbed Igor, and walked into the room first.
He will be so sure because he has confirmed when standing behind Igor that there is indeed nothing strange in the room...
This room is not too big, covering an area of about 30 square meters; the lights in the room are on. The inside of the house is clear at a glance; beside the wall opposite to the door, there is an immovable concrete platform on which a person can lie down.
At this moment, this cement table looks like a cutting board that has been used repeatedly n times but has never been cleaned. Layers of blood stains of different depths cover its surface...It is also mixed with flesh and internal organs. , Hair, broken bones, and many other indistinguishable things.
"Explain, the principle of the ritual." Feng Bujue stood in the room and looked around, then picked up the head of the barefoot brother and asked him directly.
"We can cut people apart without letting them shed a drop of blood." The barefoot brother's answer was quite informative. "You can also let people drain the blood without any wounds." As he said, he glanced at the surface of the cement table, "Under those blood stains, there is a ritual circle. It's the whisperer. 'When painting, only'he' knows how to use'power'."
"'The Whisperer'?" Feng Bujue tentatively motioned to the other party for a more detailed explanation.
"I don't know what he is. All I have in my mind is the name ‘whisperer’, as if I know how to walk." The barefoot brother continued. "His appearance looks the same as ours, but... he seems to know more than we do."
"Can the ritual be performed only when the whisperer is present?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"No. As long as the magic circle is drawn, anyone can complete it." Just as Barefoot spit out the word "cheng", he felt something was wrong, "Hey! Hey! What are you going to do?"
Feng Bujue ignored him, just took the first two steps on the ground on his own, and wiped the ceremonial table with his barefoot face if nothing had happened.
A few seconds later, he used a series of brutal opening and closing movements to wipe away a large swath of blood, exposing the magic circle.
"Oh...King Solomon's art department?" Feng Bujue stared at the magic circle for a few seconds, and muttered in his mouth.
"Asshole! What are you doing!" The next second, the barefoot brother who was muddled with a dirty face yelled angrily.
Feng Bujue ignored the other party’s complaints, silently carved the circle in his mind, and then said in a calm tone: "Okay, take us to the room where the experiment report is located... Since you know where and where Not far, it should be okay to locate from here, right?"
"Damn..." The barefoot brother was furious, but helpless... he had fallen into the hands of others; and on the way, Feng Bujue had already told him how he treated the previous monster. That's it...Barefoot brother doesn't want to end up in a similar, or even worse, end.
So, he could only continue to swallow his breath and obediently pointed out the direction to Brother Jue and the others.
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After coming out of the "ceremonial room", turn right, pass two intersections, and then turn left. The first room is the "archive room".
The door here is also locked, and when Feng Bujue tried to pick the lock, he got a special system prompt: [This lock is rusted to death, even if the key cannot be opened, open it with brute force Seems to be a better choice].
"Well... the prompt is quite clear." Feng Bujue thought in his heart when the voice rang in his ear, "However, without Igor's help here, how can the player turn it on alone?"
Although he has a set of ready-made solutions, he still thinks about issues such as these, which often allows him to grasp more intelligence.
About five seconds later, Feng Bujue thought of three possible ways to open it:
First, draw a monster, use its position, and use the power of the monster to open it up.
The possibility of this hypothesis is the lowest, because it is too difficult to implement...Of course, it is not completely impossible, because the perspective of those monsters is very limited, and they usually have to go very close. Find out where the door is; plus... if the player runs at full strength, the speed of those monsters is not much different. Originally, this script was designed as "the player can use the maze-like terrain and the monster's perspective when encountering a monster alone The problem comes from the layout of "fleeing", so Brother Jue still listed this as one of the possibilities.
Secondly, use the power of a certain np to open the door.
This "np" is naturally not a hidden reward like Igor, but a character that is related to the main line. Maybe there is a negotiable existence among those monsters, such as the "whisperer", or a certain victim who was transformed by the ritual... But this, Brother Jue couldn't verify it for the time being.
The third possibility is that the player will kick the door open by himself.
Feng Bujue tried this possibility immediately...
But seeing that he didn’t say anything else, a round kick kicked towards the door lock position (when kicking the door, side kicks and round kicks are more efficient than pedal kicks on the front. The front is used in most film The way of kicking the door is actually unscientific. For details, please refer to Bell Grylls's "Desperate Survival Handbook") But... the door is not moving at all.
At this moment, Feng Bujue came up with another inference: suppose that among the above three sets of options, the probability of one is too low to be feasible, and the situation of two does not essentially exist; Under the premise...As long as a certain prerequisite is established~IndoMTL.com~The solution can be realized.
The "prerequisite" is that the player injects himself with a -9 and successfully mutates.
"Igor." After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue said, "Here... I will trouble you to come."
For the conclusions generated after such multiple hypotheses, Jie Ge still has no intention to implement it, but... after this thinking, he has more ideas about the "-9 acting on the player can successfully take effect". Confidence. To put it simply... because more information is known, this theoretical probability has been improved.
"Okay, no problem." Igor didn't know what Jue had thought in his mind, he just responded bluntly, then took three steps forward and kicked sideways toward the door.
Bang——
Igor's first kick, I just wanted to test it out and see how it felt when I kicked it up, so he didn't try his best.
However, even he himself didn't expect...This kick directly kicked the heavy metal door open, and even the wall next to the door lock was broken. (To be continued.)