Thriller Paradise Chapter 243: Brother (6)

"He...hehe..." Feng Bujue's mouth twitched, and he placed the magnet in his pocket near the small hole for comparison, and found that the size was just right.

He tried to extend the magnet in, only to insert about one-third, he felt a strong magnetic pull in the hole, and took the whole magnet in. In the next second, the box will open...

It turns out that this small safe does not need a password at all. The lock on the front is just a blindfold. The real way to open it is to trigger a mechanism inside. 80% of this safe is only made of general metal materials, but inside the small hole, part of it is made of special, high-density magnetic ore, and contains a wedge. And the only item that can unlock this mechanism is the magnet.

"Keep changing the puzzle-solving rules...there are..." Although Feng Bujue was a little annoyed, he quickly calmed his emotions. The big box outside was opened with a password, which doesn’t mean the little one inside. The box should also be opened with a password. He can only blame himself for falling into a trap because of his fixed mindset.

Feng Bujue took out [the key to the door of underground 1F] from the small safe, and then left cell 6 and walked towards the stairs leading to the upper floor.

After opening the black iron fenced prison door, the key disappeared, and the system prompt also sounded at this moment: [The current task is completed, the main task has been updated]

[Explore the underground 2F, open the door to the upper floor] This task was ticked, and then the next step instructions appeared: [Go to the ground 1F]

"Huh?" Feng Bujue felt a little strange when he saw this mission. It stands to reason that the mission should read "Explore underground 1F and find a way to the ground", but he only wrote in front of him. With such a simple sentence as "Go to the ground 1F", it seems like......

"Can you go straight up?" Feng Bujue asked.

He held the rusty long iron bar (at this time the iron bar had already returned to dilapidated quality), cautiously walked forward along the corridor of the underground 1F. This floor and the 2F underground are almost mirror images. Not far from the stairs, there are six cells. Three on each side. But the iron door of the cell on this floor is different from the one on the bottom floor. There is neither a food delivery port nor a small iron window, and there is no number marked with paint on the door. Except for the keyholes and door handles, the six iron doors are almost one piece of iron. The thickness is unknown, and it is impossible to detect the situation inside the house outside the door.

Feng Bujue tried one by one to see if the six doors could be opened. As a result, they were all locked and listened to the door panel, but no movement was heard. He said in his heart: "It is unlikely that the entire floor of the underground 1F will be decorated. That is to say...I will be back later..."

As he thought, he had reached the other end of the corridor, and an upward staircase appeared in front of him. Feng Bujue calculated the length of the corridor based on his stride. He can be sure that just below this ladder, there should be cell number zero. However, his calculations do not seem to make much sense except to show that the length of the corridors on the 1F and 2F underground is equal.

The steps in front of me are made of wood and look very old. There are still a lot of strange smells left on the steps. The source of those smells may be food and excrement spilled during transportation. It may also be blood and body fluids left behind when people are dragged up and down. After being mixed together, it becomes a smell that is not strong, but enough to be disgusting.

Feng Bujue climbed up the stairs, and after turning back once, he greeted a wooden door. He reached out to hold the doorknob, turned it carefully, and the door opened smoothly.

Behind the door is the ground floor. Standing on the stairs and looking out the door. You can see a room similar to a storage room. The wall is a brick-wood structure with many bulging sacks stacked around it. There is also a three-row round wooden wine barrel on the edge of the wall.

The light in that room was worse than underground. The only light source was a kerosene lantern resting on a wine barrel. Naturally, Feng Bujue wouldn't rush into the dark environment in front of him. He first stretched the iron bar in his hand into the door and tapped it up, down, left, and right a few times. After confirming that there were no traps that were activated by physical contact in front of him, he stepped through the door.

[The current mission is completed, the main mission has been updated] The system prompt sounded again, and a new mission appeared: [Explore the ground 1F. After finding the six keys of red, yellow, blue, black, white and gray, go back to underground 1F and open the six iron doors]

Feng Bujue glanced at the task and moved on. The first thing he did was to fetch the kerosene lamp. When the flashlight cannot be used, it is obviously urgent to get lighting equipment.

He just walked forward more than three meters, and suddenly... with a bang, the door behind him closed.

Feng Bujue turned his head abruptly, but only the closed door and his shadow on the wall could be seen in his line of sight. He listened on guard for more than ten seconds, but there was only a suffocating silence around him.

At this moment, he made a decisive decision, took out the King Kong bell, and activated the special effect of "death warning".

In the next five minutes, anything that is hostile to Feng Bujue and may threaten his life will cause King Kongling to react.

However, he waited for about twenty seconds after turning on the special effects, and there was no ringing.

"Hey...what's the situation..." Feng Bujue said, "There is no wind in this place, and it is even more impossible for this door to be equipped with the kind of closing hinge with spring... What happens when there is no external force? Closed?"

A normal person with a sense of fear, in this state, his actions will definitely be affected. But Feng Bujue was not such a person... For him, even if a sad evil face suddenly appeared behind the door, it would not have the slightest effect on the shock value. He has always only considered the threat to the survival value, and ignored the existence of the shock value.

So, as long as the King Kong bell doesn't ring, he has nothing to worry about.

But seeing him walking up quickly and coming to the door, he tried to open the door as soon as he stretched out his hand. Unexpectedly, he heard the system prompt: [This door has been blocked by some special force, and it can be opened by a person with a six-color key. 】

"Oh... Did the system turn off?" Feng Bujue was relieved, and he immediately understood the meaning of the prompt. This door was closed to prevent players from returning to the ground when only one or two keys were found, thereby disrupting the progress of the game.

"Well...While the death warning is still going on, let’s go out and explore the reality." Feng Bujue thought of this, turned around and took the kerosene lamp, put the iron bar on the ground, and quickly moved towards the other side of the room. Go through a door.

Pushing out the door, there is a dark corridor outside, and the light of the kerosene lamp can only spread to a limited distance. Incidentally. The remarks of this kerosene lamp read: [Don’t question how long it can be lit, it will go out when it should go out]

Different from the two underground floors, the ground floor is basically made of brick and wood and has many rooms; corridors have corners; there are furniture in the house; it looks like a private house.

"Did a mad scientist build a dungeon underneath his house..." Feng Bujue thought, "Maybe only the six rooms on the second basement floor are used to close people, and the basement floor is a certain Kind of laboratory?"

He held a kerosene lamp and walked sideways in order to take advantage of the death warning state. He will not do detailed exploration for the time being, but quickly walk through the corridor, open the door of each room, leaning in and take two steps, and then exit again to go to the next...

In the process. What impressed Feng Bujue the most was the smell of this layer. For some reason, the air here seems to be worse than those in the underground cells. It gives the impression that... this house is built between the slaughterhouse and the chemical factory, and the windows are open all year round.

In this way, it took more than three minutes for Feng Bujue to try all the rooms on the first floor like this, but the King Kong bell didn't ring. Although this does not mean absolute security. But at least it shows that before the new FLAG is triggered, just walking around in the mansion is not dangerous.

After exploring all of this layer, there are two places where Feng Bujue could not pass.

The first place is the stairs leading to the second floor, which is blocked by a lump of meat. Yes, a tuft of meat. It looked like a big meatball crumpled by the flesh and blood of many dead corpses. I don't know what force made these things stick together, forming a wall of flesh, sealing the ladder.

Because the King Kong bell never rang, Feng Bujue approached it unscrupulously when he walked near the tuft of meat and poked a few times with his finger. At that time, the system voiced: [The barrier controlled by the spell, which looks like a pile of corpses]

The second place cannot be passed. Just to leave the door of this room. Keep walking along the corridor and you will be there soon. The door looked like an ordinary wooden door. When Feng Bujue touched the doorknob, he would get a system prompt like this: [Cannot open]

These three words may be in all horror puzzle games. The most common reminder that players get when facing the door, even Feng Bujue has no interest in making complaints about it.

"Ah... It's been one and a half hours since entering the script." When the time for the death warning ran out, Feng Bujue returned to the storage room connected to the underground. "It feels like the game hasn't progressed yet. It's halfway through..." He said, already starting a search.

He spent five minutes searching the storage room and found no useful items. All corners of the room were dust and cobwebs. The sacks were filled with sand. The rows of wine barrels against the wall were empty. of.

Preliminary observation, there is no key in this storage room. Even if there is, it is hidden in a place that cannot be found in a normal state, and it needs some clues to guide it to find it.

So, Feng Bujue took the kerosene lamp back to the corridor on the first floor and walked to the next room.

Next door is a study room with carpets on the floor of the study room. That's not a normal carpet. To put it in an image... I guess even the loom that made it would curse that it was not a product of my own. When Feng Bujue stepped on it, he felt that the thing had become vegetative. In this foul-smelling, gloomy air, it degenerates into lush and nourishing lichen, like moss spreading all over the floor...

After entering the door, there are two niches on the wall on the left hand side, and the decorations placed in them are gone. If the flowers, flowers, and grasses that were once placed inside, they died in this filthy and dirty air; if the icons that were placed inside were once, then the saints might have been dragged by the big and small demons in the dark. Came out, dragged into an evil abyss below the house...

Feng Bujue walked to the window and opened the curtains. Through the glass, he could only see the thick darkness, even if he raised the kerosene lamp to the window, it was of no avail. The act of trying to open the window was obviously useless. I smashed the glass with a pipe wrench and ended up just numbing my hand.

He put his face close to the edge of the window and sniffed it with his nose. Unfortunately, the air outside the window did not leak in at all. All he smelled was a damp smell belonging to this mansion, a kind of tarpaulin mixed with dead wood. The musty smell.

"It seems impossible to escape the house." Feng Bujue muttered, and came to the desk in the middle of the room.

The table is very messy, with a pile of debris swaying around. Feng Bujue picked up the objects one by one and looked at the attributes. But it's all rubbish.

Only one drawer of the desk is in an unopened state. The other drawers have been pulled out of the desk and fell to the floor. The paper in the drawer is scattered around the corner and under the desk. An ink bottle that had fallen from nowhere also fell to the ground. The ink in the bottle had already dried up, some paper nearby was stained with ink, and the carpet was splashed with an explosion of ink.

Feng Bujue opened the only openable drawer. A magnifying glass was found inside. He laughed at the time: "Heh... if there is another pipe or something, it will be handsome."

Most people of the same age as him, after seeing other people posing in this style, most likely think that this person is old-fashioned or secondary. Only Feng Bujue firmly believes that it is handsome with a pipe in his mouth and a magnifying glass in his hand. Perhaps this is only his romance.

Feng Bujue, who got the magnifying glass, got even more excited. Holding a kerosene lamp in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other, he turned and walked to the side of the study. On the wall of the study room, there is a bookcase filled with books from top to bottom. This prop is self-evident to Feng Bujue's temptation.

There is no time limit for this script, if no one blocks it. It is possible for Feng Bujue to stay in this room and take out the books one by one to finish reading. The only thing that can stop him is the connection time limit of the game cabin. When the actual neural connection time exceeds the maximum time limit of the day, Feng Bujue in the script will be forced to go offline.

Fortunately, the system has done an amazing thing in the settings. On this shelf, 99% of the books are untranslated. Not only is there no translation, but the ligatures are not clear to the player. The words in every book. Including the cover and side titles, they are all blurry.

This makes Feng Bujue very upset, because he is also very interested in "deciphering". Since he read the "Dancing Man" case in "Holmes" in elementary school, he has been indulging in deciphering games related to letters for at least six months. Right now the text in this script happened to be seven to eight points similar to English. He originally wanted to decipher the laws of the world with confidence, but now he had to give it up.

Of course, there are 1% of books. It is the system that has been converted, which is the hint that he deliberately read...

""Advanced Alchemy"..." Feng Bujue looked at the dark blue cover of the book and read the title: "Well...Why do you want me to read this..." The voice did not fall. A piece of paper suddenly fell out from between the pages of the book.

Feng Bujue bent over and picked up the piece of paper. Checking before getting the light, he realized that it was not a piece of paper, but a faded photo.

The paper quality of the photo has turned yellow, plus this is originally a black and white photo, so the border and the middle look the same color. In the photo, there are two boys who look around ten years old. They are facing the camera side by side. The shorter child on the left is pressing the head of the child on the right with his hand, and both of them have silly smiles. Even through the photos, Feng Bujue seemed to be able to appreciate their simplicity and happiness.

Feng Bujue looked at the photo for a few seconds, but unexpectedly something happened.

The next second, he actually re-entered the state he had when watching the opening CG, and a video appeared before his eyes and played. This picture, like that picture, is faded, but at least not completely black and white.

A piece of grass, a pasture, behind a sparse fence, some cattle, horses and poultry are pacing idle on the grass, and a shepherd dog runs past. After this harmonious scene, the camera moved horizontally, and a barn entered the picture, and not far from the barn, there was a two-story house.

Feng Bujue had no doubt that the room in the picture was the one he was in. Don't think it took him just over three minutes to walk through the rooms on the first floor, but in these seemingly random minutes of wandering around, the amount of information he collected was absolutely huge.

He estimated the area of ​​the house, calculated the number of windows and doors, constructed the plane structure of the entire first floor in his mind, and deduced whether the positions of each room on the first floor overlapped with each room in the underground corridor, he I even considered whether there will be a dark room between the walls...

In short, it is not an exaggeration to say that the floor plan of the first floor of this house is already in Feng Bujue's mind. Therefore, when he saw the outline of the big house in this image, he quickly made a judgment.

Laughter~IndoMTL.com~Children’s laughter.

The picture did not cut into the house as Feng Bujue expected, but continued to move horizontally and came to a lawn next to it. There is a swing there, and a little blond boy is sitting on the swing. There is a woman, who should be his mother, who is helping him push the swing. The boy laughed cheerfully and heartily, and his mother's face was filled with a happy smile.

Under a tree not far from the swing, there is another little boy, a brown-haired boy. He was holding a book and looking at it with interest. It was a book with a dark blue cover... Obviously, it was the same book as "Advanced Alchemy" that Feng Bujue had just found.

"Arthur, are you going to come and play for a while?" Mother turned her head and said to the boy sitting under the tree.

Feng Bujue didn't hear the answer from the child under the tree, because the video stopped at this point. He resumed the game in progress, and once again placed himself in the study.

"Hmm... Could it be that..." Feng Bujue's first reaction after watching the CG was that he reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair. (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.)