Thriller Paradise Chapter 11:

"You love your job, a job that requires a strong sense of professionalism and mission. You have recorded countless **** realities with your camera, and you call on people to pick up their conscience and stop being numb. But do you care? Are you a hypocrite hiding under a mask of hypocrisy, or a real fighter?

　　 At this moment, a certain toxin is spreading in your body, eating away your life. When you wake up, the acceleration of your metabolism will speed up this process. You still have about forty minutes to find the only place in this place. The exit. Let us see if the conscience of the person who has been hiding behind the camera can help him return to his family.

　　Life or death, make your choice. "

　　Feng Bujue stood up halfway when he heard it, observing the surroundings. He was still wearing the default black t-shirt and trousers of gamers. According to a trick often played in a certain movie, he also checked his trouser pockets, but they were still empty. The contents of the bag have not changed, there is still only the plastic syringe.

　　 "Choose your uncle!" Feng Bujue cursed after listening to the recording. Anyway, he is now in single player mode, and the system hasn't stopped him from being rough. Then he went to observe the attributes of the walkman from the menu:

　　[Name: Walkman with built-in tape]

　　[Type: plot related]

　　[Quality: Shabby]

　　 [Function: Play recordings on tape]

　　[Can the script be brought out: No]

　　[Note: You better believe the contents of the tape]

　　 This is probably another plot item that is only used once. Although Feng Bujue has memorized every word in the recording, for the sake of caution, he listened to it again and didn't care about the two minutes.

　　 After listening to it the second time, he put the Walkman in his suitcase, considering that there may be more than one tape in this script, so he is safer.

　　 The space in front of you is very spacious. The roof is about twelve meters or more above the ground. It is close to the top. There are some large exhaust fans. You can see the sunlight coming in from the outside, but there is no climbing nearby. thing. The roof of the warehouse is arched. Looking up, you can see many brackets that are level with the ground. There are lights on the brackets, which are also on at the moment. The wall is very strong, the surface is a layer of metal plate, perhaps the inside is a brick wall, but no matter which type, Feng Bujue is obviously unable to destroy it forcibly and escape.

The 　　 system will not generate scripts that can end immediately in two or three minutes. Suppose Feng Bujue is carrying the [Explosive Fist] that has not been consumed by two blows, and his fighting specialization has reached F, then the system It will definitely change the form of the script or make the walls of the warehouse twice as thick as it is now. Because under that premise, in theory, Feng Bujue could escape directly by relying on his skills. Although the success rate of each punch is only 20%, and he is not sure how thick the wall is before he hits the first punch, the theoretical possibility exists after all.

　　When the system generates a script, it will inevitably kill that possibility. For example, at this moment, Wang Tanzhi, he will never encounter such a script. In short, any script that can be immediately cleared by relying on the initial state when the character enters the script, no matter how small the probability is, the system will never generate it.

　　Feng Bujue walked forward. There are many containers in the middle of the warehouse. The tallest one is stacked on the third floor, but there is still a considerable distance from the roof. The containers are connected end to end and arranged very tightly, forming the only passage in front of Feng Bujue.

　　 "Hmm... bad premonition." Feng Bujue didn't mean to be afraid, he just wasn't very optimistic about the rewards that could be obtained in this script. He felt that even for other normal people, this script taken from "Saw Fright" would not cause too much shock value fluctuation.

　　 jigsaw killing games, the main opportunity to create terror lies in "time". In these games, threats are visible. Fear gradually rises as death approaches. There is no sudden situation that may cause people. The shock value of the surgeon increased sharply. Moreover, in movies, the way players escape is often "self-mutilation". Only when physical pain is combined with the urgency of time can people fail. But the players in Thriller Paradise, at most, will suffer from the pain of a hammer hitting their fingers. Even if that level of pain affects every bone in the body at the same time, it can be overcome by gritting their teeth.

　　 Again... Anyone who has watched this series knows that the purpose of jigsaw is not to kill people, but to "save people". He uses pain to save those who don't cherish life, and let them re-examine life. , To experience the preciousness of life. As long as you follow the "rules of the game," and you dare to hack yourself, there must be a way to survive.

　　Considering these factors, Feng Bujue has basically determined that the difficulty of this script is 80% focused on "mystery solving".

　　The system will not create a situation where the player must die or lose, at least in the (normal) difficulty modes. The difficulty of all scripts is set by the system according to the player's character strength, and the multiplayer mode will have an increase.

　　 And in the face of Feng Bujue, a guy whose character strength is similar to that of the first level, in addition to his physical value, the system can only give such a script. In his current state, it is impossible for him to fight. If a monster or BOSS that meets the fourth-level player is generated, he must be unable to fight alone. So the way to clear the level becomes very clear. Either you solve the mystery, or you are like the players in the movie, use the survival value to hard-top, and hang up if you can't stand it.

　　 Not long after, Feng Bujue followed the path where the container was discharged, and came to a wall. There was an arrow on the wall pointing to a door obliquely blocked by the container. The narrow gap is just right for people to enter sideways.

　　Feng Bujue took a look at the survival value and physical fitness in the menu, and they were almost full. The survival value might be lower and lower with the onset of "toxin", so there is no need to worry about the physical fitness.

　　 He settled down, adjusted his breathing, and was also very clear in his heart that the moment he opened the door, a "jigsaw-like" game would start, and he should concentrate from the moment.

　　 moved a few steps sideways, opened the door, and he walked into a new room. When he pushed the door, he heard a "click" in his ear. It was obvious that something was triggered behind the door frame. A few seconds later, the new room was lit up. After Feng Bujue stepped into the room completely, the door closed on its own. I don't know if this is part of the agency or a systematic corrective action.

　　 In the middle of the room is a small wooden chair. On the chair sits a doll in a black suit with a newspaper in his hand. The figure of this doll is similar to that of a child, with a Chinese character face and a weird hairstyle, a white face, a black sclera, blood red pupils, a spiral blush on each cheekbones, and wide and thin lips with gorgeous red lips. .

　　 This face suddenly appeared in front of the eyes in the middle of the night. It may be quite scary, but at this moment, unless the doll jumps up and bites, no one will feel scared.

　　 "Hello, Arthur, come here, it means you did not choose to sit and wait, then listen to the rules." The recording in the doll's belly automatically played after the door was opened, "You should have seen a The working machine..."

　　Feng Bujue's gaze moved to a machine that was about the size of a washing machine not far away. Above the machine, there was a round mouth the size of a plate, enough to put a person's head in, and came from the hole. The sound of a certain component in action. Feng Bujue walked a few steps closer and looked at it. He could see that there were two rows of gears at a depth of about half a meter from the round mouth. The gears fit quite closely in the middle, leaving only a gap. The two rows of gears are turning inward from both sides, like two confluence waterfalls. Although they seem to be slow, the torque is very strong. With the power of this machine, it is more than enough to crush wood and even scrap iron.

　　 Above the machine, near the round mouth, there is also a countdown timer. The time is set at five minutes, and it is already running. Next to the timer, there is a meter, the unit on it is ~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, the pointer is pointing to zero.

　　"This machine can crush objects and open the door to the next room for you, and all you have to do is throw a substance of enough weight in it. When you put an object of more than fifteen kilograms , The door will open. If you cut off the power cleverly, or wait until the timer expires, the machine will stop working..."

　　Feng Bujue’s gaze has moved elsewhere. He is looking for something to throw in. Obviously, besides the small wooden chair and the doll, there is something else...

　　"The iron cage was welded to the ground. Inside was a deeply anesthetized Tibetan macaque. It weighs 10 kilograms. Of course, the first thing you do next is to put the doll and this one. The chair is thrown in first, but unfortunately, the combined weight of these two things is 7.5 kg..."

　　Feng Bujue picked up the newspaper in the doll's hand. The headline on it was "They are not your dinner!" The photo below is of a dog crawling in an iron cage, looking out with an animal-specific plea for help. Little monkey on the sidelines. The author of this report is undoubtedly Arthur Seager.

　　"You devalue those poachers and call those who buy wild animal products lavish executioners. But in your travels in the name of interviews, you have enjoyed a lot of animal protection as the main ingredient For a delicious meal, there is more than one fur coat in your wife’s closet. You witnessed the killing of those animals, but you just watched indifferently.

　　 Now, you have the opportunity to experience what it is like to be a real executioner. Whether to trade this animal's life for your own survival, make a choice, Arthur. "

The recording of 　　 stopped abruptly here, while Feng Bujue was still reading the newspaper. His old problem had committed again. He actually wanted to read this fictional report through the system...