Thriller Paradise Chapter 245: Brother (8)
Feng Bujue looked at the item remarks and said, “Although it’s still a bit nonsense, it’s a hint.” He touched his nose, “The red key is hidden in the red place. Then, yellow, Blue, black, white, and gray are hidden in the corresponding places of the five colors?"
He put the key away, and the first question in his mind was: "Could the yellow one be hidden in shit?" With this question, he left the kitchen and walked to the third room.
That room is across the corridor. There is only a small window inside, and it is nailed by a few wooden boards. Although the windows in the other rooms don’t let in light, this one looks exceptional. Gloomy.
The stench in the room is difficult, and the wide wooden floor is covered with a layer of dust. Feng Bujue has switched the gloves to the display state, freeing a hand to cover his mouth and nose, so as to resist the dust and The dual effect of foul smell.
The room in front of me is empty. Although there are still traces of furniture placed on the walls and corners of the floor, it is difficult to judge the original appearance of this room.
Feng Bujue speculated that when the house owner first started his evil hook, he probably hadn't prepared a special cell, so this room might have become the original temporary cell. Of course, now he has the two underground facilities, which can be said to put the criminal cause on the right track.
"The black or gray key is here, right." Feng Bujue said.
He held a kerosene lamp and began a careful investigation. This kind of empty room is easier to find. The walls, ceiling, and floor can be seen at a glance. Feng Bujue wandered around, and soon found a severely corroded floor directly under the nailed window.
He squatted down, clenched his fist and knocked on the wooden board twice, and with a bang, the wooden board broke open. He stretched his hand into the black hole under the floor to explore, and soon found the object:
[Name: Black Key]
[Type: Plot related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Permanently unlock the black iron door and disappear immediately after use]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Hidden in the dark place]
"I always think that the keys in this step of the task are very casual..." Feng Bujue said: "Compared with the crazy puzzles underground. This is just a test of patience and meticulousness. That's it."
The fourth room he went to was the entrance hall. Strictly speaking, that was not a room, because the entrance hall was connected to the corridor and there was no internal door. The outside is the gate of the mansion that [cannot be opened].
There is not much furniture left in the foyer, sloping across the floor. There was a mess. There was a wall clock on the wall, which should have been broken, because Feng Bujue glanced at the clock the last time he passed by, and the position of the hour and minute hands did not change.
He stopped for a long time in front of the wall clock, and suddenly he said, "Will this... just look like a clock. In fact, it records the date..."
Feng Bujue is struggling with the setting of this world again. The wall clock looks like a twelve-hour clock, which is indistinguishable from the real world, but he prefers to speculate...the twelve numbers plus Two pointers, one long and one short, represent the calendar.
He didn’t find the key after rummaging through the cabinets in the hall for a while, but he found another plot item:
[Name: Feather Leather Hat]
[Type: Plot related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Unknown]
[Can the script be brought out: Yes]
[Remarks: Leather hats that do very general work. Even if it is decorated with a bright long feather, it is difficult to hide its terrible quality]
"This is already the fourth story item that can be taken out of the script." Feng Bujue said, "Soap, dentures, perfume, feather cap...what do you mean..."
After he left the hall, he went to the last room on the first floor that he hadn't been in-the toilet.
I don’t know if the technology tree of the world itself is a little bit off, or it’s caused by system limitations. There are fluorescent lamps downstairs, but kerosene lamps upstairs; there is a gas stove in the kitchen, but a chimney is used for exhaust; Toilet. There is a toilet in it, but there is not even a light bulb in it. Beside the door, there is a small table with a small empty dish on the table. There is still some wax oil remaining in the dish.
"You have to light candles in the toilet in the middle of the night. It's so scary..." Feng Bujue closed the toilet lid and stood on it. I want to try if the small window of the toilet can be opened, "Oh, yes, there is no mirror here anyway. It's not terrifying." He knocked on the piece of frosted glass, which was strong and not big enough for him to climb out. of.
"Okay, okay, which one will the white key and the yellow key be?" Feng Bujue had already seen the inside of the toilet. There was only clean water, so he opened the toilet tank while talking.
Bang, the door behind him closed again.
"Come here? What can be triggered by turning on the water tank?" Feng Bujue quickly turned around to open the door, but he still couldn't twist it with enough strength, as if someone outside was holding on to the doorknob. And this time, no system prompt sounded.
"At this moment, I don't even have a death warning. What kind of trouble..." Feng Bujue knew how difficult the nightmare level is. The danger of spikes.
His originally loose nerves tightened again at this time, ready to use his skills to deal with possible crises at any time. At this time, his survival value has reached more than 40% under the natural recovery, but it is hard to say how much this blood can play in the nightmare script.
One step, one step, Feng Bujue approached the toilet cautiously. Several possible horror scenes have been constructed in his mind. For example, the toilet suddenly turned into a monster and opened his "big mouth" to bite him; Or... the monster sprayed something with its "mouth" and flooded the entire toilet... In either case, it was worthy of the word "horror".
Of course, imagine to imagine, the actual situation is...except that the door was locked, no other abnormalities occurred.
He took a closer look at the water tank. At the bottom of the water tank, he did have a key:
[Name: Blue Key]
[Type: Plot related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Permanently unlock the blue iron door and disappear immediately after use]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Hidden in the water]
"This has changed the rules again...According to this logic, should the red key be hidden in the fire?" Feng Bujue vomited and put the key away.
He did not stop thinking for a moment, and soon realized why the door would close, "I understand... there are six keys in total, three on the first floor. Three on the second floor, when I found the last one on the first floor A key triggers the plot. Something must happen next, and then I can go to the second floor."
"The hall is connected to the corridor, so there is no key there. The kitchen, empty house and toilet are all rooms with doors. No matter which room I am in above when I find the third key, I will be locked in. "He then analyzed: "The question is...what will happen...Is it that after I was closed for a while. Will the mass of meat at the top of the stairs on the second floor move or disappear by itself?"
Pap, pap... weird noises came from the corridor.
Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly, and he took a few steps forward and listened closely to the door panel.
Pattern...Pattern...something seems to be moving fast on the wooden floor.
The strange noises became more frequent and denser, as if a large pile of cat-like mice was pouring down the corridor.
"Really or not..." Feng Bujue swallowed his saliva, his brain filled the glued pieces of flesh and moved like a creature. And huddled together through the corridor, "Guys with intensive phobias may be terrified under this kind of psychological hint." He said in a relaxed tone: "But this setting is for me..."
Bang Bang Bang--
"Hey! I knocked on the door!" Before Feng Bujue's words fell, the door of the toilet was hit three times, and the impact was on the upper side of the door. "Wait... the door is basically There is no lock..."
Indeed, the door of this toilet does not have a keyhole. Just turn the door handle to open it. However, inside the toilet, there is a bolt lock, and the people inside can lock the door in this way, but at this time the bolt is not inserted at all.
"Oh...I see, the guy outside the door has no fingers, so I can't hold the doorknob." Feng Bujue read, while plugging the latch in, "Ha... now you can't help it." Got it."
Boom boom boom——
Something outside hit the door very quickly. Some voices were made vaguely: "Cough...cough...uh..."
"Eh? Does he still want me to open the door through communication?" Feng Bujue said, "Um...no, it should be just a roar from the monster's throat."
The popping noise outside the door sounded again, and the thing seemed to start to move again. Listening to the sound, it turned around the room and then went to the door. But it didn't seem to be able to open the door. Two minutes later, it returned to the toilet door and hit the door a few more times.
This time. Its vague voice became very strange, and Feng Bujue vaguely felt that the voice contained sobbing and pleading.
"There seems to be something wrong." Feng Bujue said in his heart.
At this time, another voice sounded, it was very clear, human footsteps. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs on the second floor and approached here along the corridor.
The sound of knocking at the door also became more and more anxious at this time, and the sound of the thing outside the door became a roar~IndoMTL.com~ click, the toilet door actually opened.
Feng Bujue opened it.
In the last minute, Feng Bujue naturally found that the door handle could turn normally again. Therefore, he made an inference: Here, it must be a choice, a choice that may affect the ending of the script.
The creature at the door is basically human in the upper body, but without hair, fingers, tongue, or chin. And its lower body is more curious. There are more than one hundred "feets" connected below its waist. Each foot is made up of human finger joints, about ten knots into a foot, that is, the length of three fingers.
Feng Bujue didn't speak when he saw this guy, just turned sideways in silence, wanting to see his reaction. As a result, it quickly passed by Feng Bujue's side and fled to the corner of the toilet, shivering.
"Sure enough, are you running for your life..." Feng Bujue held the kerosene lamp and poked his head out, trying to confirm the sound of the approaching footsteps in the corridor. "So... what the real monster is? It looks like..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)