Chapter 108 Black and White Ghost Realm (3)

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

At this time, the door has not yet been fully opened. Feng Bujue has two options. First, simply open the door and use a pipe wrench to greet him; second, look again, wait again, think again...

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

Feng Bujue did not answer the question directly, but asked tentatively: "Excuse me...are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I heard shouting."

"It's an old habit. I'm really sorry if it causes you any trouble."

"What the hell... I didn't understand the situation, I'm sorry." Feng Bujue replied.

When the old woman heard this, she glanced at Feng Bujue again, then turned her face and walked slowly back to her house.

Feng Bujue closed the door and whispered: "Is this guy a human or a ghost..." He walked towards the tatami: "If he is a human... he is a severe rheumatism patient, if he is a ghost... "[ He sat down cross-legged, picked up the teapot on the table, and added another sip of tea to himself: "Since I entered this script, so far, I have not met even one person, and everything I have seen is... It’s a monster.”

Crunch - there was another sound above his head.

"What's it this time?" Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at the beam under the ceiling, where the voice came from.

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

The room turned dark, and a flash of lightning flashed outside the window, passing through the window bars and curtains, leaving a strange afterimage on the floor.

Two seconds later, another light source glowed.

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

Unfortunately, it's not a mouse.

It only took a few seconds from when the lights in the room went out to when Feng Bujue turned on the flashlight. But at this moment, what was hanging on the beam was no longer a light bulb, but a dead body.

It was a female corpse, dressed like a housewife, and she looked very young, less than thirty years old. Her face was distorted, her eyes were rolled, her mouth was half-open, and there were traces of drool flowing from the corners of her mouth.

The corpse's face was facing Feng Bujue's direction, as if looking down at him. In this atmosphere, it would not be surprising even if the female corpse suddenly moved to attack Feng Bujue.

But what happened next once again exceeded Feng Bujue's expectations.

He suddenly lost control of his body and returned to the same state as when he was watching the opening CG of the script, and the scene in front of him began to change on its own.

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

What’s even more inexplicable is that the system voice sounded again at this time:

"What's going on? Is there another script introduction?" This was the first time Feng Bujue encountered such a situation, but he still listened carefully and recorded every word prompted by the system.

At the end of this paragraph, Feng Bujue regained his ability to move and was given a new mission:

"No way...two main lines?" Feng Bujue did indeed see another main line mission in the game menu. The previous one still existed and was not checked, but now another one was added below.

"Well... what happened to that corpse before? How did I get here? In this script, I have to play several roles by myself?" Feng Bujue pondered: "Or... I am still When you were in that room, you just saw hallucinations that resembled the reappearance of death scenes?”

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

The thick fog surged heavily and slowly lingered around him, without a trace of wind. It seemed that the fog was driven by its own will.

Feng Bujue first checked to see if there were any extra plot props on his body as usual, and found that the bunch of keys were gone, and there was an extra note in his suit pocket.

He took it out and looked at it. The paper read: No. 4-5, Liuban Town.

"I x...are still coming..." Feng Bujue said.

This time, there were still human figures near him. In the fog, those shadows appeared, disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared... indicating that he was 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 came close.

Click click click click…

The annoying voice was still there, very soft, very far away, and if it was there it seemed like it was not there. When you listened carefully, it disappeared again.

Feng Bujue stepped forward, shuffling cautiously through the suffocating darkness. Occasionally there would be vehicles passing by on the road next to him. With such visibility and in such a small town, those cars would naturally drive very slowly. Like giant creatures that are slowly squirming, the blurry shadows appear and disappear suddenly from far to near.

Although the strange and dark environment enveloped Feng Bujue, he did not immerse himself in this atmosphere and still carefully observed and analyzed everything around him.

The cold and humid air spread in this sea of ​​darkness, and the occasional car lights passing by could not bring much light. Feng Bujue tried to illuminate with a flashlight, but the light could not penetrate the thick fog in front of him, and the visibility was less than three meters.

He couldn't even see the road, let alone find an unfamiliar address in an unfamiliar town.

After walking for a while, he saw a street lamp not far away. The pole was solid and upright. Emit a faint, flickering light. Feng Bujue held on to the railing on the street and quickly leaned over.

There was a bus stop next to the street light pole. Feng Bujue quickly approached it to see if there was a town map or something like that.

The reassuring result is that there is indeed a map.

Feng Bujue quickly found the direction of the station where he was, and also found the location of Liuban Town. Judging from the scale of the map, it was only about two kilometers away on foot. With his walking distance, it would be about twenty kilometers at most. Just minutes away.

Once you know the route, things will be much easier. Feng Bujue has a good memory and it is impossible to get lost after reading the map once. Just in case, he also wrote down all the road names near his route in case he got sidetracked, and then 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 seem to have a boss, but is composed of many chaotic monsters. The plot is also confusing and bizarre. But if all of this is an illusion created by a certain individual, such as an evil spirit or other monster, then with some skills, you might be able to get some clues to a breakthrough.

Anyway, the skill has no consumption, and it feels like it is in vain if it is not used. Feng Bujue thought of this and activated it.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, his face flashed before his eyes. A face that was dazed and frightened, with eyes wide open and pupils lifeless.

There was no information in the menu, only a severe headache. Imagine the pain in your head like a hammer hitting your finger...

"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue held his forehead: "What was that just now? What's going on with this script? Is my skill invalid in nightmare difficulty?"

Like everything else that happens in this play, he gets no answers. Everything seems mysterious, unknown, and chilling.

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Feng Bujue walked this section of the road for nearly thirty minutes. The actual distance was somewhat different from what he had estimated. Moreover, he was traveling in this weird fog, which would inevitably affect his speed.

But he finally managed to reach his destination, which was a Western-style mansion with a small garden outside. Flowers were blooming in the flowerbed, but there was no scent at all in the humid mist.

The iron door outside the garden was unlocked and opened with a push. Feng Bujue walked directly through the garden and came to the door of the mansion. He knocked on the door, but no one responded. Even after waiting for a while, the same thing happened.

Feng Bujue tried to turn the doorknob, and the door actually opened. He pushed the door open and entered the dark hall. Although the room is fully furnished, it still feels very empty.

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, his steps were firm and his breathing was steady. However, with every step he took, he was The wooden board he stepped on made a very harsh creaking sound.

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 quickly walked towards the first door facing him and pushed it open without hesitation.

The moment he opened the door, a strange smell entered Feng Bujue's nose. It was a very strong smell, a mixture of perfume and blood.

In the room, there was a huge double bed, and lying on the bed was a woman, or rather... a female corpse.

Although she was naked, her body was completely ulcerated, and the whole bed was stained red with blood. Her eyes were open, her face was facing the direction of the door, and her empty eyes were staring at where Feng Bujue was standing.

And standing next to the bed was a monster with a stooped body, a neck and head like a vulture, a human upper body, and a spider-like lower body with huge silk sacs and eight insect legs.

The monster's mouth was full of blood, slowly dripping from the corners of its mouth. It seemed that Feng Bujue was disturbed by this uninvited guest.

Seeing someone push the door open and come in, the monster let out a strange scream from its throat, and walked around the bed, approaching Feng Bujue.

Feng Bujue didn't want to engage in close combat with such a guy with amazing bones. He quickly took out his pistol, pulled the trigger on the monster, and shot five times at once. At a distance of less than five meters, and being indoors, Feng Bujue, who had a D for shooting, also hit with all his bullets.

What I didn't expect was... this monster was unexpectedly vulnerable. The first two bullets hit it in the chest, seemingly incapacitating it. When the next three bullets were fired, it had fallen to the ground motionless. .

"What the hell..." Feng Bujue looked at the disgusting monster and found the script more and more inexplicable.

He put away the gun and walked to the female body on the bed to see if there were any other clues. The body was stretched out and motionless. Feng Bujue suddenly found that the face of this female corpse looked familiar.

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

At this moment, the female corpse suddenly moved, her festering body suddenly sat up, turned her face towards her, opened her mouth, and let out a shrill scream.

Feng Bujue felt that his eardrum was about to be punctured. He was just about to pick up the pipe wrench to shut her up. Unexpectedly, a strange scene happened again...

He lost control of his body again, and what he saw became CG images again. The woman who pretended to be a corpse, the weird monster, the mansion behind the garden... all disappeared, and the scene changed again.

In the blink of an eye, the environment in front of Feng Bujue turned into a busy office. He was sitting behind a large desk. The computer on the desk used a CRT monitor. The computer case was also placed on the desk, and there were piles of files next to it. and office supplies.

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

"Hey! What kind of plot is this? 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: "Suddenly it becomes this kind of social reality theme. What a plot! This is the scariest thing! Does this have anything to do with the two plot lines just now? They can't be the same person? No way! The house where this guy lives was destroyed by a typhoon. He works during the day and is responsible for layoffs, and at night My house is haunted, and my friend is a weird uncle who lives in a mansion and raises monsters? Is this guy still a human being?"

The introduction is over again. It also only explains some dispensable settings, and then gives Feng Bujue a main task:

Only one thing remained the same, and that was that everything around him was still black and white.

Feng Bujue could move again, but now he really wanted to bang his head on the monitor: "You said you work until the end of the day... At least explain what 'my' job is... Also, what time does this unit get off work?" ah……"

Everyone in the office is busy, running around with files, or sitting in front of the computer with hands typing quickly on the keyboard, and no one can be seen being lazy at all.

Several young female employees seemed to be in a hurry just printing something, not to mention eating snacks, looking in the mirror, and even chatting. The male employees even looked like they were facing an enemy, with a constipated expression on their face. Some of them even tied a white band on their head with the words "root xìng" written on it. They looked like this in the last class. Same as the college entrance examination.

"Well...is this the power of layoffs?" Feng Bujue said, "Speaking of which...they are acting like this now, they are actually doing it to show me."

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

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

"Is he talking to me..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "It turns out that my name is 'Pingtian'... How can I vomit such a name that is destined to break people's eggs and kill people..."

"Yeah...yes." Feng Bujue looked at the other person and replied.

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

Feng Bujue thought to himself: The minister wants it before he gets off work. What do you mean by leaving it to me, the deputy minister... Even if the minister goes to poop, you can still 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 secretly throw your report into the shredder to try to trick you?

Feng Bujue sighed and whispered: "Why should I think about this... It's none of my business."

"Hirata-kun, what did you say?" The middle-aged man asked with some confusion, not hearing what he said clearly.

"Huh? Oh... Oh, I understand. I will pass it on to the minister, so just leave it to me." Feng Bujue responded casually.

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully to a junior: "Thank you, Mr. Hirata." Then he turned and left.

"What the hell is this... Does this script want to tell me that being unemployed is scarier than being haunted..." Feng Bujue grinned at one corner of his mouth, loosened his collar, threw the report aside, and then Start looking for clues related to the game.

There were so many objects on the desk and so many people in the office. He didn't believe that he couldn't even find out the basic information about "Hirata-kun". (To be continued.