Chapter 1033 Extreme Experiment (II)
Because he had been in the dark for a while, Feng Bujue's eyes had not yet fully adapted to the light when it was turned on.
However, he did not spend too much time adapting to the light.
After a few seconds, he could see normally, and his sight immediately turned to the body beside him.
It was indeed a body wearing a straitjacket, and the head and right foot of the body were missing; consistent with Brother Jue's previous judgment, the blood flowing out of the wound was not blood, but an unknown liquid with no smell and fluorescent green.
"Strange..." Feng Bujue looked at the body, then looked down at his hands. At this time, there was still some mucus on his hands, "This liquid... doesn't glow in the dark?"
He did not dwell on this issue for too long, and walked towards the metal door not far away.
Click---
There was no system prompt, but the stuttering sound after turning the door handle could also declare that the door was locked.
"Hmph... As expected." Feng Bujue muttered, and then walked towards the mirror opposite.
Soon, he came to the mirror, stretched out a finger towards the mirror, and placed his fingertip vertically on the mirror.
"One-way mirror?" Brother Jue looked at the reflection of his finger in the mirror and thought to himself.
At the moment, he used a very simple "finger test method" (press the fingertip against the mirror surface. If there is a certain distance between the reflected finger and your fingertip, it means it is an ordinary mirror; if the reflected finger and your fingertip are close, it means it is a one-way mirror and there is a piece of glass behind the mirror that you can see through). Although this method is not 100% effective (the finger method is difficult to detect when the reflective layer is sandwiched between two pieces of glass), at this moment, he did succeed.
Of course, even if the finger test method fails to detect it, Brother Jue is 90% sure that the big mirror in front of him is a one-way perspective mirror.
Because this room... from a functional point of view, it is either an "interrogation room" or an "experimental container". If it is used as a cell, there is a problem... even if there is no bed in the cell, there should be a toilet. Otherwise, this cell will turn into a large toilet without sewers in a few days...
Then... since it is an interrogation room or experimental container, monitoring is indispensable.
In the 1940s, although there was already technology for recording videos, it was still 30 years before the invention of surveillance cameras. Therefore. The monitoring method used at that time was basically one - relying on people to watch.
If it was in a place like a prison, guards would be sent to watch through iron bars or windows. In this secret underground experimental base, most of the observations and records were made through one-way glass.
"I always feel... there is a sight behind this mirror staring at me." Feng Bujue thought, "But it's just a simple intuition, without basis... I can't make an assertion." He stared at the mirror for a few seconds. Then he thought, "Well... whether there is or not, in short, it is impossible to break this mirror with bare hands without the help of tools. After all, this is a military-grade facility, and it is reasonable to use bulletproof glass behind this one-way mirror."
Thinking of this, he was ready to turn around and look at the body.
Unexpectedly...
Fu-fu--
At that moment, there was a sound of cloth rubbing against the ground.
Through the reflection of the mirror, Feng Bujue saw... the "corpse" on the ground that had lost its head and right foot. It suddenly began to wriggle.
"What does that mean?" Seeing this, Brother Jue turned around and stared at the corpse with caution.
"Without a head, there is no brain... To make a body without a brain move, there must be power..." In a breath, he had come up with three hypotheses: one, an engineering remote control device; two, microorganisms or chemical weapons; three, supernatural reasons.
Fu-fu--
A few seconds later, the corpse moved more violently. But... its movements seemed to have no rules, just like a fish caught from the river, flopping around randomly.
"Speaking of which... why didn't he move at all when I touched him just now?" Feng Bujue pondered, and took a few steps away from the corpse, "The difference between just now and now is..." Thinking of this. He instinctively glanced at the light on the ceiling. "The light?" he whispered to himself. "Then...what about the principle..."
Instantly, a thought flashed through Brother Jue's mind, and the next second, he looked down at his hand.
"So that's it..." Seeing that the color of the mucus left on his hand was brighter than before, Brother Jue immediately had an idea.
In order to verify his speculation, Feng Bujue immediately did something that ordinary people would not do...
He walked back to the switch quickly, raised his hand, and turned off the light again...
This time, the room did not turn completely dark, because the fluorescent mucus emitted a little light in the dark.
However, the light began to weaken almost as soon as it appeared, dimming at a rate that could be seen by the human eye...After about seven or eight seconds, the mucus on Feng Bujue's hand was completely dark, and the liquid flowing from the neck and ankles of the corpse only lasted for more than 20 seconds.
When the fluorescence on the liquid completely disappeared, the corpse stopped moving again, at least...judging from the sound, it was motionless.
"Whether it's when the lights are turned on or after the lights are turned off, my hands don't feel any strange." Feng Bujue said calmly in the darkness, "It means that this kind of liquid cannot play a role outside the body and must enter the human body. The circulatory system will do..." He thought as he walked towards the corpse, "As for this guy... his whole body should be filled with this liquid..."
Not long after, Feng Bujue knelt down and used his hands to confirm the wounds on the corpse again.
"Oh~ Bonesaw..."
The first time he groped in the dark, he wasn't sure yet; after taking a few glances under the light just now, and now feeling again, things became clear...
"And the wound gave the impression that... there was no sign of struggle when sawing." After Feng Bujue confirmed these, he turned the body over and untied the straps on the back of the straitjacket.
After reading this, if you think that Feng Bujue untied the corpse out of humanitarianism, then you must be a very innocent and kind person.
If you think Feng Bujue wants to take off the clothes of the corpse and do something dirty to the headless male corpse, then I suggest you see a psychiatrist or go to the police station to surrender as soon as possible.
In fact, Brother Jue just wanted to remove the metal lock on the strap...
After unlocking the lock, Feng Bujue stood up, turned around, and walked towards the metal door without stopping.
Because the lights were turned on just once. So this room is "no longer dark" for Brother Jue. The image of the entire room was burned into his mind. With his trained sense of distance accurate to centimeters and control of his stride, Feng Bujue can move freely in the room even with his eyes closed.
"OK... the 1940s... if nothing else, they were using pin pin locks..." Feng Bujue took out the iron pin on the strap lock. Inserted into the keyhole of the metal door, "Traditional things are not easy to use..."
What he said was undoubtedly based on experience. Based on Feng Bujue's rich experience in sliding doors and picking locks (don't ask me where that experience came from), the older the lock, the more it tests the basic skills of unlocking. The "security door" of the early 21st century. On the contrary, it is the easiest type to open... I am afraid that locks made before the 1990s can't be opened with professional tools and can only be opened by smashing.
Click——
To make a long story short, after working in front of the door for nearly five minutes, the sound of the lock cylinder finally sounded.
Feng Bujue breathed a sigh of relief, put the metal lock into his pocket, then stood up and opened the door...
squeak - squeak -
The sound of the door opening seemed familiar, very similar to the one at the beginning of the opening CG.
Perhaps all the metal doors in this base will make such a sound when opened. Or maybe...this was the last door Andre opened before his death.
But no matter what, this sound is a psychological suggestion...a suggestion that can increase the fright level.
"The lighting in the corridor is still normal..." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue walked out of the room with dead eyes and a listless expression.
He naturally understood the meaning of the sound of opening the door being designed like this, but it was a pity that he couldn't be afraid.
"This shouldn't be the same place as the corridor in the opening scene..." Because the metal door had inevitably made a sound, Feng Bujue could no longer remain silent. He murmured in a low voice, "The color of the wall There are differences with some details..."
The "difference" he talks about may be ignored by ordinary people. But he remembered it clearly.
Similar examples have been cited in the previous article. This is a problem with the personal brain filtering mechanism. We "normal people" are actually almost blind most of the time; just talk about me... there is a desk lamp next to my computer and a lampshade on the desk lamp. The distance between this thing and me is only thirty or forty centimeters. It will be in my sight most of the day, but... if you ask me how many wrinkles there are on the lampshade of this lamp, I can't tell you.
You can also try it... For example, how many sockets are there in the room you live in, what words are printed on the pen holder you use every day, what is the first book on the top of your right hand side at this moment... Can you answer it without taking a look?
Feng Bujue... knew these details very clearly, and. After years of training, he no longer needs to do it deliberately to complete this kind of observation and memory assignment.
"Is there no branch road..." After watching for a few seconds, Brother Jue found that the room he was in was at the end of a corridor, and the door of the room was facing the corridor. "In other words, I can only go in this direction. And this direction..." He looked back at the room behind him, "It's far away from the room behind the mirror..."
After thinking for a few seconds, he closed the metal door behind him until there was only a slight gap left, and then continued walking along the corridor.
"Ha... Sure enough, there is." Before taking a few steps, Feng Bujue noticed a few scattered drops of fluorescent liquid scattered on the ground in front of him, "Let me see... where you took your heads and feet. "
According to Brother Jue's speculation, the head and feet of the corpse were undoubtedly sawed off and taken away, and there must have been more than one person who did this. If one person operates... halfway through sawing, the corpse will move violently as the fluorescent liquid in the body flows out and reacts with the light. In that case... even if the person can finish sawing, the wounds on the corpse will be messy.
So, this job had to be done by several people. The head and the feet were sawed at the same time. After both sides were sawed, the lights were turned off and they left immediately.
When the group of people came to the corridor with the head and the feet, there was also light in the corridor, so the two parts that were sawed off would definitely react, which would probably cause the fluorescent liquid to spill and drip on the ground.
"If you work as a cleaner here, the salary must be very high..." Feng Bujue walked along the fluorescent liquid, and after turning a corner, he saw another metal door. However, the dripping fluorescent liquid did not stop in front of the door, which showed that the head and the feet were not brought into this room.
Feng Bujue walked to the door, and with a try-and-see attitude, he reached out and turned the door handle... As a result, it was locked.
Since he couldn't open it, he was relieved and walked forward first.
After walking more than 20 meters and turning another corner, the third room appeared, and the traces of fluorescent liquid disappeared at the door of the room.
The door of this room was not made of metal, but a movable door composed of two white door panels, which is the kind commonly used in hospital emergency rooms.
Feng Bujue knew at a glance that he had come to the right place.
He tiptoed over and stood at the door holding his breath and listening attentively for a while... but he didn't hear any movement.
So he gently pushed the door open...
Just a gap in the door was enough for the strong smell of disinfectant in the room to leak out.
Feng Bujue didn't pay much attention to the smell. He pushed the door open steadily for about half a meter, then looked inside.
The lights in this third room were on. Brother Jue glanced around... and saw several yellowed walls, a pile of medical equipment, a pile of experimental equipment of unknown purpose, and an area surrounded by curtains, which seemed to be a bed, and... a floor full of fluorescent liquid.
"Very good..." Feng Bujue was relieved to see that there were no living people in his sight, and he went in with a flash, "Get a set of surgical tools, killing people, first aid, carpentry... everything." He said this to himself in his heart, and approached the trolley full of surgical tools beside the bed.
Just as he came to the trolley and was about to pick a few items for self-defense, suddenly!
"Uh--"
A creepy low moan came from the corridor outside the door... (To be continued)