Thriller Paradise Chapter 108: Black and white ghost domain (3)

Half of an old, pale face appeared outside the opened gap, and the bloodshot pupils of the old woman looked black in this black and white world, and Feng Bujue stared at him.

At this time, the door has not been fully opened. Feng Bujue has two options. First, simply pull the door open and greet him with a pliers; second, take a look, wait, think again...

"Did I bother you?" The other party actually spoke.

Feng Bujue did not answer this question directly, but tentatively asked: "Excuse me...Are you uncomfortable? I heard the shout."

"I’m old and sick, if I trouble you, I’m really sorry."

"Where...I didn't know the situation, I'm sorry." Feng Bujue replied.

The old woman looked at Feng Bujue again when she heard the words, then turned her face, and walked slowly back to her house.

Feng Bujue closed the door and said softly: "Is this guy a man or a ghost..." He walked towards the tatami: "If it's a person... this is a serious rheumatism sufferer, a ghost." If you want to..." He sat down cross-legged, picked up the teapot on the table, and added a sip of tea to himself: "Then since I entered this script, so far, even one person has not encountered it. All of them are demons and ghosts."

Crunch—there is another sound on his head.

"What is it this time?" Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at the beam under the ceiling. The voice came from there.

Suddenly, the light bulb above his head flashed twice. The next second, the wire hanging the light bulb suddenly broke, and the light bulb naturally went out. It fell to the floor and shattered with a slap.

The room became completely dark, and at this moment a flash of lightning lit up outside the window, and through the window fence and curtains, leaving a strange afterimage on the floor.

Two seconds later, another light source glowed brightly.

Feng Bujue calmly took out the flashlight, turned it on, and shot it directly upwards, muttering: "Please, it must be a mouse."

Unfortunately, it's not a mouse.

From the light off in this room to Feng Bujue turning on the flashlight. But it was only a few seconds, but at this moment, what was hanging from the beam was not a light bulb, but a dead body.

It was a female corpse, dressed as a housewife. She looked very young, less than thirty years old, with a distorted expression on her face and rolling her eyes. The mouth is half open, and there are traces of saliva flowing through the corners of the mouth.

The corpse's face was facing Feng Bujue's direction. As if looking at him condescendingly. In this atmosphere, even if the female corpse suddenly moved to attack Feng Bujue, it was nothing strange.

But what happened next was again beyond Feng Bujue's expectations.

He suddenly lost control of his body and recovered the state he had when he watched the opening CG of the script, and the scene in front of him started to change on its own.

Next, the picture in Feng Bujue's eyes changed from a dilapidated house to a foggy street scene. And he was standing on the sidewalk.

More inexplicably, the system voice actually rang again at this time:

[This is an afternoon in November, and you are going to visit a friend in town alone. 】

"What's the situation? Is there another introduction to the script?" Feng Bujue encountered this situation for the first time, but he still listened carefully and recorded every word prompted by the system.

[An hour ago, the sky was still clear and clear, the sun was shining brightly, and there was no cloud in the blue sky. But an unexpected fog descended without warning. Surrounded by unidentified darkness, a sense of fear entangled you, your will almost collapsed, running wildly. Escape from a threat that does not exist. Finally lost in the fog. 】

【There is chaos in your mind, and your memory becomes fuzzy. You don't know whether everything around you is a real existence or a false fantasy. You don't know... whether you can still reach your destination. 】

At the end of this passage, Feng Bujue regained his mobility and got a new mission:

[The main task has been triggered]

【Find your friend's address and arrive. 】

"No...Two main lines?" Feng Bujue did see another main line mission in the game menu. The previous one [Stay in the house until dawn] still exists, and it is not marked. Tick, but now one more item is added below.

"Well... what happened to the corpse before? How did I get here? In this script, I have to play several roles alone?" Feng Bujue said in deep thought, "Or...I I’m still in that room now, just seeing the illusion that resembles the reappearance of a death clip?"

The script in this nightmare mode made him more and more puzzled. The main mission only instructed what to do next, but did not reveal any information related to the ultimate goal of the script. Feng Bujue has no clue about the plot now, and can only be led by his nose.

The thick fog surging heavily, slowly swirling around him, without a trace of wind, it seems that these fogs are driven by their own will.

Feng Bujue first checked whether there were any extra plot props on his body as usual, and found that the set of keys had disappeared, and there was an extra note in his suit pocket.

He took it out and checked it. The paper said: No. 4-5, Liubancho.

"I rely on... to come..." Feng Bujue said.

This time, there are still figures near him. In the fog, those shadows appear, disappear, reappear, disappear... It shows that he is not alone. Feng Bujue could hear the footsteps of these figures. They seemed to be moving around him, keeping a certain distance, and none of them approached.

Click, click...

The annoying voice is still there, very soft, far away, if it seems to be nothing, when you listen carefully, it disappears again.

Feng Bujue took a step forward and cautiously shuffled through the suffocating darkness. Occasionally there are vehicles passing by on the road beside him. Under such visibility, in such a small town, those vehicles are naturally very slow. Like a giant creeping slowly, the vague shadows suddenly appeared and disappeared from far to near.

Feng Bujue was enveloped in a strange and dark environment. But he was not immersed in this atmosphere, still observing and analyzing everything around him vigilantly.

The cold and humid air spreads in this dark sea, and occasionally passing car lights can't bring much light. Feng Bujue tried to illuminate with a flashlight, but the light couldn't penetrate the dense fog in front of him, and the visibility was less than three meters.

He can't even see the road, let alone looking for a strange address in a strange town.

After walking for a while, he saw a street lamp not far away with a solid and straight pole standing upright. It emits a faint, flickering light spot. Feng Bujue leaned over quickly, holding on to the railing on the side of the street.

There was a bus stop next to the light pole, and Feng Bujue hurriedly approached. I want to see if there are such things as a town map there.

The results are gratifying. There is indeed a map here.

Feng Bujue quickly found the location of his station and found the location of Liubancho. From the scale of the map, it was only about two kilometers on foot. With his feet, It will be there in 20 minutes at most.

Knowing the route makes things easier, and Feng Bujue has a good memory. It is impossible to get lost after seeing the map once. As a precaution, he also wrote down the names of all the roads near his route. Just in case it went wrong, he set off.

After walking for a few minutes, he remembered another thing. What would he see if he used it now?

At present, this script does not look like a general SS, but is composed of many messy monsters. The plot is also confusing and weird. But if all of this is an illusion created by a certain individual, such as a monster such as an evil spirit, then use the skills. Maybe you can get some breakthrough clues.

Anyway, the skills are not consumed, and there is no need to feel that they are in vain. Feng Bujue activated it just thinking of this.

Who knows, in the next second, his eyes flashed across his face. A dazed, horrified face with wide eyes and no angry pupils.

There was no information in the menu, only a severe headache came, imagine. The feeling that the pain of the hammer hitting the finger is in the brain...

"What the hell?" Feng Bujue held his forehead: "What was that just now? What's the matter with this script? Is my skill invalid in Nightmare difficulty?"

Like everything else that happened in this script, he didn't get the answer. Everything seemed mysterious, unknown, and chilling.

…………

Feng Bujue walked this section of the road for nearly 30 minutes, and the actual distance was somewhat different from what he estimated. And moving forward in this weird fog will inevitably affect the speed.

However, he managed to reach the destination after all. It was a Western-style mansion with a small garden outside. The flowerbeds were full of flowers, but there was no fragrance in the damp mist.

The iron door outside the garden was not locked. It opened with a push. Feng Bujue went straight through the garden and came to the door of the mansion house. He knocked on the door and no one responded. It was the same after waiting for a while.

Feng Bujue tried to turn the doorknob, but the door unexpectedly opened. He pushed in and entered the dark hallway. Although the room is fully furnished, it still feels very empty.

[The current mission is completed, the main mission has been updated]

[Explore Mansion]

A cluster of twinkling lights lit up from the corridor on the second floor. Feng Bujue naturally accepted such obvious guidance. He walked up the steps to the second floor with firm steps and steady breathing, just every time he walked. In one step, the wooden board he stepped on made a creaking sound, which was very ear-piercing.

After arriving on the second floor, the light disappeared, but Feng Bujue still had a flashlight in his hand. There was a corner ahead, he walked quickly to the first door facing him, and without hesitation, he pushed it open.

The moment the door was opened, a strange breath passed into Feng Bujue's nose. It was a very strong scent mixed with perfume and blood.

In the room, there is a huge double bed with a woman lying on the bed, or...a female corpse.

She was naked, but her body was completely ulcerated, and the whole bed was stained with blood. Her eyes were open, her face was facing the door, and her hollow eyes were staring at where Feng Bujue was standing.

On the edge of the bed, there is a monster standing with a slender figure, with a neck and head like a bald eagle. The upper body is a human, and the lower body is like a spider with a huge silk sac and eight worm feet.

The monster's mouth was full of blood, dripping slowly from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that Feng Bujue, the unexpected guest, interrupted its meal.

Seeing someone push the door in. There was a quack from the monster's throat, and he walked around the bed, approaching Feng Bujue.

Feng Bujue didn't want to fight close combat with this kind of skeletal surprised guy. He quickly took out his pistol, squeezed the trigger at the monster, and shot five shots in one head. At this distance of less than five meters, he was indoors again, and Feng Bujue, who had a D in shooting expertise, had also hit all shots.

What I didn't expect was... the monster was unexpectedly vulnerable, with the first two bullets hitting its chest. It seemed that it had lost its ability to move. When the next three rounds were finished, it had fallen to the ground and stopped moving.

"What stuff..." Looking at the disgusting monster, Feng Bujue felt that the script was more and more inexplicable.

He put away the gun and walked to the corpse of the woman on the bed, wanting to see if there is any clue. The corpse was stretched flat and motionless. Feng Bujue suddenly realized that the face of the female corpse was a bit familiar.

"Wait... isn't this the one who hangs himself?" Feng Bujue suddenly realized.

At this moment, the female body suddenly moved. Suddenly, his ulcerated body sat up and turned his face to Feng Bujue. He opened his mouth and let out a terrible scream.

Feng Bujue felt that her eardrum was about to be punctured, and he was about to pull up the pipe wrench to shut her up, but unexpectedly, a strange scene would happen again...

He lost control of his body again, and what he saw became a CG image again. The woman who cheated the corpse, the weird monster, the mansion behind the garden... all ceased to exist, and the scene changed again.

In the blink of an eye, the environment in front of Feng Bujue turned into a busy office. He sat behind a large desk. The computer on the desk is still a CRT monitor, and the case is also placed on the desk, with documents and office appliances piled up next to it.

[The company you work for is facing the crisis of bankruptcy, and the superior has made a decision to lay off employees. 】

"This jump is too big! There must be a limit to the stream of consciousness!" Feng Bujue was really confused this time.

【As the youngest deputy minister of the company, you have been appointed as the person in charge of the layoffs. You have to dismiss a large number of seniors who are older than your own and are responsible for explaining to them, so you are facing tremendous pressure. 】

"Hey! What's the plot? Please let me stay in a haunted house for one night or go to a mansion to kill monsters or something!" Feng Bujue exclaimed in his heart: "It suddenly became like this The plot of the social reality theme is now! This is the most terrifying! Does it have anything to do with the two plot lines just now? Wouldn't it be the same person? No! The house where this guy lives was destroyed by a typhoon. It is responsible for going to work during the day. Lay off, go home at night to be haunted, and make friends with the strange uncle who lives in the mansion and raises monsters? Is this guy himself a person?"

[After the lunch break, the office gets busy again...]

The introduction is over again. The same just explained some dispensable settings, and then threw it to Feng Bujue as a main task:

[The main task has been triggered]

[Work to off-duty time. 】

There is only one thing that is consistent, and that is, everything around is still black and white.

Feng Bujue can move again, but now he really wants to hit the monitor with his head: "Say what work until after get off work... At least explain what'my' job is... Also, this unit What time is it off..."

Everyone in the office is busy, running around with documents, or sitting in front of the computer with both hands and typing fast on the keyboard. No one can see anyone slacking off.

Several young female employees seem to be enthusiastic about printing things, not to mention eating snacks, looking in the mirror, or even chatting. The male employees looked even more like a big enemy, with a constipated expression. Some people even tied a white band on their head with the words "root sex" written on it. They went to work like a college entrance examination. .

"Well...Is this the power of layoffs." Feng Bujue said, "Speaking of which...they are doing it for me now."

"Hirata-san!" A voice interrupted Feng Bujue's thoughts.

Feng Bujue turned his head, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties who was fading and wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"Is he talking to me..." Feng Bujue said, "It turns out that my name is'Hirata'...Where did this name that is destined to be broken and dead make me vomit... "

"Um...Yes." Feng Bujue looked at the other party and responded.

"This is the last quarter's financial report. The minister needs it before he leaves work today." The middle-aged man said while handing over a document.

Feng Bujue said: Before the minister gets off work~ IndoMTL.com~ What do you mean by giving me this deputy minister... Even if the minister goes to shit, you can put it on his desk, right? Do you want to show your work ability in front of me? Or are you afraid that after you put something on the minister's desk, other colleagues will quietly throw your prepared report into the shredder to insult you?

Feng Bujue sighed and whispered: "I'm going to think about this... it's my ass."

"Hirata-kun, what did you say?" The middle-aged man did not hear him clearly, and asked with some doubts.

"Ah? Oh...oh, I see, I will pass it to the minister, and you will leave it to me." Feng Bujue answered casually.

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully to a junior: "I have work, Hirata-kun." Then he turned and left.

"What the **** is this...Is this script trying to tell me that unemployment is scarier than haunting..." Feng Bujue grinned at the corner of his mouth, loosened his collar, and threw the report aside. , And then began to look for clues related to the game.

With so many objects on this desk and so many people in the office, he doesn't believe that he can't even inquire about the basic situation of "Hirata-kun".