Thriller Paradise Chapter 169: Despicable Me (1)
[Crazy, Level 18]
【Please select the game mode you want to join. 】
【You have chosen single player survival mode (Nightmare), please confirm. 】
[Confirmed, the script is being generated...]
[Loading starts, please wait a moment. 】
"Welcome to Horror Paradise." Feng Bujue was slightly surprised by the voice this time, because it turned out to be his own voice.
【Loading is complete, you are currently in single-player survival mode (nightmare). 】
[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance that side/hidden missions and special worldviews will appear. 】
[Scenario Clearance Reward: Randomly draw a piece of available sophisticated equipment. 】
[The introduction to the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is complete. 】
The clearance rewards under the nightmare difficulty are indeed very good. The last time Hirata’s script’s clearance reward was to draw two puzzle cards at a time, this time it is even more direct to get the equipment. However, Feng Bujuepai’s script is mainly to kill off the awkward non-sleep mode game time from 10:30 to early in the morning. He is not very optimistic about the prospect of customs clearance...
【Overlapping time and space, game of death, endless horror, nightmare of reincarnation. 】
Without the opening CG, the system voice only gave this inexplicable paragraph. When the voice fell, Feng Bujue was already standing in a corridor and was able to move freely.
The floors and walls of the corridor are made of wood, and the wooden boards feel very thick, not like they can be punched through. The overall tone of the corridor is brown, which cannot be said to be spotless. But it is relatively clean, at least there is no moldy smell and big beach dirt. The lighting equipment is overhead. There is a ceiling light embedded in the ceiling every some distance. Looking forward, there are no dazzling and weird wallpapers, no carpets, no decorations or doors, this is just a very monotonous corridor.
"Ah...this is a fictitious introduction to the script..." Feng Bujue reached out to search his pocket after hearing that sentence, if at this moment a walkman popped out of his pocket, and there was a section left on the tape. The message on the post, then the matter is easier to understand.
"Hello. Feng Bujue, I want to play a game with you."
Suddenly, the voice sounded, really like the iconic, hoarse, low voice in the panic of the chainsaw. Feng Bujue raised his head and saw a camera probe and a square broadcasting speaker at the corner between the ceiling and the wall, nearly three meters high.
"Is the guy at the chainsaw door coming again..." Feng Bujue looked at the camera. An expression of pressure on his face.
The voice paused for a second, then continued: "You have always regarded solving the mystery as a kind of fun, and firmly believe that any game will eventually have rules and answers.
Collecting information and developing reasoning have become your habit and habit, you think. Except for the inevitable purely armed conflict, as long as you are willing to use your brain, everything can be resolved.
But you will soon realize that your ideas may not be correct.
At this moment, a toxin is already lurking in your body..."
When I heard this sentence. Feng Bujue opened the game menu and saw that he did have a state of [poisoned]. This is the same situation as the last time he encountered the Chainsaw Horror script.
"Once the poison occurs, you will be directly judged as a failure to pass the level. Even the P-500 cannot remove the toxin." The voice immediately said such a sentence, instantly denying Feng Bujue's thoughts at this moment. His first countermeasure dispelled his idea of taking the panacea.
"You have a total of 92 minutes to find four unique chemical potions. Mix these four potions to get the antidote." The voice began to read the rules: "In this paragraph Within time, you will meet some people and witness some things. What you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment."
Feng Bujue had already used [Deal with a Thousand Miles] at this time, and wanted to check the information of SS, but nothing was displayed...
"As an old friend of yours, I will give you special treatment, so that you can avoid the drag of combat factors and concentrate on solving puzzles." The voice finally said: "Now, the game begins."
[You have obtained special items*2]
[The main task has been triggered]
[Looking for chemical agents (0/4)]
Feng Bujue is still thinking about the meaning of the phrase "old friend", and the system prompts have appeared one after another.
"Old friend?" Feng Bujue muttered, "Is that the guy in the chain saw before? The SS who can pass the quest items between the two scripts?" He turned to think: "Hi...it's not right. In that script, I played the role of a reporter named Arthur Seager, but this time he directly called me Feng (crazy) without realizing it... The name has changed and he said he was an old friend?"
Feng Bujue was thinking, opening the menu, checking his luggage, and wondering what the so-called "special treatment" would be.
The result...he saw something amazing.
[Name: One Hit Kill Pistol]
[Type: Weapon]
[Quality: Legend]
[Attack power:? ? ? 】
[Attribute: None]
[Special Effects: Killing]
[Equipment Conditions: Shooting Specialization F]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: This gun has unlimited bullets, and any part of it cannot be disassembled or reloaded. When shooting, only one bullet can be fired against the current target. As long as you aim at the target roughly and pull the trigger, the bullet will definitely hit and kill with one hit. 】
Feng Bujue’s first thought when he saw this gadget was: when the script is over, he must go to scare the box and look at the property changes and the selling price of this gadget...
The second extra item has the same shocking attributes:
[Name: Medal of Contra*4]
[Type: Plot related]
[Quality: Legend]
[Function: Can replace the player with death (cannot be traded, discarded, or taken out of the bag)]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Strange, why not thirty? Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A...]
"Hey...what's the situation..." Feng Bujue finished looking at the two items. The corners of his mouth twitched and said: "This is not an old friend's problem, it's just like that for my own son!" He paused: "See what this means... This level is pure puzzle solving. And it's rare like shit, right... …"
Feng Bujue rationalized what he had just heard in his mind: there is not much intelligence at the moment, and there are some inexplicable situations, such as: since this SS has given me four lives, plus a one-shot kill Of weapons, but didn’t you think of giving me a timekeeping item such as a watch? This is a total of ninety-two minutes. Does this guy even know that I can calculate time mentally? Wait... He seems to even know what's in my bag and the effects of those things, otherwise, why would he declare in advance that P-500 is invalid?
Feng Bujue didn't think about it for too long, so he took the time to move forward. From entering the script. It actually took him less than five minutes to listen to the rules, observe objects, think, etc.
Originally... When Feng Bujue entered the nightmare difficulty single player, he didn't think that he would have to clear the level, but now, the situation is different. The voice on the radio successfully seduce...oh no. It aroused his interest. You can say that he is a scum with only five combat effectiveness. He is not angry at all, but you can't say that he can't solve puzzles, and he also gave him such a powerful item, and put on a "forgive you can not pass the level". Attitude comes.
Feng Bujue, a reader addicted to reasoning, encountered this provocation. It's definitely a matter of life. He decided to solve all the puzzles, rushed to the SS, and said with contempt in his eyes: "Hand over your knees." Only when he can be satisfied, he can give up.
…………
Feng Bujue first stood with a wall behind him. So he has only one way to go.
Walking all the way, about another five or six minutes passed. The scenery in the corridor remains unchanged, repeating it again and again. At this time, no matter whether you look forward or backward, they are symmetrical like mirror images. If the player closes his eyes and turns around a few times, it is estimated that he will not be able to tell which side he is coming from.
After another stretch, a slightly wider space finally appeared in front of the corridor. This is a fan-shaped area, which is directly connected to the corridor without a door panel. Passing through the opening, the walls on both sides extend diagonally toward the front side.
On the opposite side is an arc-shaped wall. There are four entrances on the wall every half a meter or so. These entrances have door frames and door panels, and they are all open at the moment. Behind the four doors, there was a corridor exactly the same as Feng Bujue had walked through.
"Cut...what's this? I thought there would be so complicated mazes and difficult puzzles. Isn't it just the four roads leading to the four bottles of potion? Then the end of each road Set up a room and engage in a secret room self-harm game or something, huh...what's so strange?" Feng Bujue said disdainfully, venting his uncomfortable emotions.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of someone running. Listen carefully, it is the sound of rapid footsteps and heavy breathing...
The sound came from the first door on the far left, from far to near. When approaching a certain distance, it may be that the runner had already seen someone standing outside the exit, so he started yelling, but The content of the shout was: "All wrong! You are all wrong!"
Feng Bujue felt familiar when he heard the shout. However, to be on the safe side, he still took out a pipe wrench in one hand and a one-strike pistol in the other. It can be said to be wounded or wounded, to kill or kill, no matter who came, and what he was planning to do, at least it was impossible to lose his life.
But a few seconds later, when the fugitive rushed into the fan-shaped area from the corridor behind the first door, Feng Bujue was stunned.
It was a man wearing a long purple suit with blood on his body and bruises all over his body... and that man looked the same as Feng Bujue.
【You will meet some people and witness some things. What you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment. 】
The sentence I heard before flashed through my mind...
"You..." Feng Bujue was still quite calm at the moment. There must be a reasonable explanation for the scene in front of him. This guy who seems to be the same as himself is probably a phantom, or a robot, a clone, or some kind of Monsters with the ability to imitate, etc...This is a nightmare-level script of Thrillerland, and any setting can happen. It is even possible that everything around is the psychological world of a certain mental patient, and there is no reason to panic about it.
The wounded Feng Bujue when he saw this Feng Bujue. But he didn't show any surprise. He seemed to know that the other party was here, so he shouted when he approached the door. At this moment, he immediately shouted again: "Don't you..."
Bang——
With a gunshot, Feng Bujue, who escaped from the first door, was hit by a bullet shot from behind, and the bullet hit the neck, passing through the neck. The gun prevented him from telling the content behind "Don't you..." before he died.
Feng Bujue watched as the other himself was shot down. He rushed forward, his first reaction was to use P-500 and survival value supplements together, to see if he could save the opponent and let him finish the sentence.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I took the first step, before I had time to take the items out of the bag, the shot Feng Bujue disappeared into white light. This is another scene of his own death. It is the same as the real player OVER...
"Is he just an illusion? Or..." Feng Bujue's thoughts turned sharply like a storm. [Overlapping time and space, game of death, endless horror, nightmare of reincarnation] flashed in an instant." …Or am I coming back from another timeline?"
His eyes moved away from the already empty floor. Looking at the first door, Feng Bujue's vision and the corridor behind the door were at an obtuse angle of about one hundred and twenty degrees. He was still thinking about the chase before him: " If it’s me who died, the [Contra Medal] should be effective... Maybe the resurrection of the medal is to turn the player into white light and send it to another place? Or, this "I" has used up all four medals ?"
Feng Bujue held his breath and focused. Listening to the voice in that corridor. He didn't dare to show his head rashly, because the weapon used by the opponent was a gun. And the marksmanship is obviously superb. At this point of view, I am still safe, but if I stick my head out, maybe I will...
"No...If that's me, why would I die? Can a bullet hit the neck end me? The supplements on that "me" are used up? And the survival points have been seen. Is it the bottom?" He thought of this, and said in surprise: "[One hit kills pistol]!"
Feng Bujue instinctively held the gun in his hand tighter: "Is it me who shot the gun?" He moved a few steps forward, leaning his back against the wall next to the first door, concealed At the door: "Hey! The one who shot! Are you me!" He simply yelled there and asked a question that sounded very nonsensical.
The sound transmission effect of these corridors is a bit weird. Even very small sounds can be transmitted quite far, but the sound of speech can only be transmitted to short and medium distances, and it will not cause echo.
Feng Bujue roared again: "Even if you are not me, how about replying?"
No one responded to him...
Listen carefully. From the sound of the gun to the present, there hasn't been any movement in that corridor, including the footsteps of the shooter leaving. So there is a high possibility that there is a person standing, squatting or prone in that corridor at the moment, holding a gun in his hand, aiming steadily at the entrance of the first door, waiting for the people outside. I couldn't help but poked his head angrily, then took it down with a shot.
Feng Bujue also understood that the person he saw just now may not be himself on a different timeline. It may just be that he thinks too much. Maybe it is really a phantom to confuse the audience. The Gunner is just a long-range elite monster. It might even be... there are no shooters in that corridor. The gunshots and the death of another one were just an illusion, a drama, anyway, now the body is gone, and there are no bullet holes in the surroundings. How do you prove that this happened?
"Um...Would you like to take a look and confirm..." Feng Bujue said, but he thought...what if my guess was correct? If the current self in that corridor is really the future self, then... what will happen?
"If that was me, and it was me soon, he would know the decision and thinking process that I was about to make. Whether I was thinking forward, thinking backward, or even not thinking, he knew that I would eventually do it. What." Feng Bujue's mind became more and more chaotic: "Well... But why didn't he communicate with me, why did he kill the other me? What did he experience, or what happened to me in a while, which led to Chase yourself?"
"What do you mean by'You're all wrong'...'Don't do anymore'?" Feng Bujue was in a cold sweat: "This handsome guy who was killed~IndoMTL.com~and the handsome guy who killed him , Which one is in the back of the timeline and which one is doing the right thing?" It was the first time he encountered this kind of dilemma from playing the game until now, as if he didn’t think about it properly: "Heh... Haha..." After ten seconds, Feng Bujue sneered: "I am the only one who can stump me." He made a very narcissistic remark, and at the same time he made up his mind and put away his weapons. Yelled: "Regardless of whether there is anyone there, whether it is me or not, I will surrender to you now. I will come out slowly. If you want to communicate with me, we will talk about it. If you feel that you must kill me, then do it. !"
Feng Bujue said while moving towards the first entrance. At this moment, he chose to believe in himself. He believed in the speculations made by himself now and the decisions made by himself in the future. .
Of course, the most important thing is that he has the [Contra Medal] as a guarantee.
Feng Bujue seemed to understand a bit now, why he got four medals and a pistol. I'm afraid these are just the basic conditions for the clearance of this script... (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.)