Chapter 1043 Extreme Experiment (XII)

About twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue carried the barefoot brother's head and came to a corner of the base.

Igor still walked in front of him with weapons and some tools, acting as a bodyguard and pathfinder.

"Okay, we've reached the corner. From here, how can we get to the 'room where the experimental report is stored'?" Feng Bujue said to the barefoot brother after he stood still.

"I declare in advance..." the barefoot brother replied, "Because you said you can't see the sign, I can't confirm which of the four corners of the base 'this corner' is, so the destination we arrive at later may not be correct."

"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue said, "If this is wrong, just change another corner to start, it's just a matter of spending more time." He paused, "But... I also declare in advance..." He cast a cold look at the barefoot brother, "It doesn't matter if we go to the wrong room, but if we are led to some strange places later, such as... there are traps, or places like your kind, then... you can only wish you the best afterwards."

This sentence made the barefoot brother pale.

Indeed, a similar idea had already occurred to the barefoot brother on the way here, and he was just about to put it into action.

However, Feng Bujue gave him a "vaccination" in advance, clearly stating that "I have already seen through your little trick. If you dare to use it, you will have to consider the consequences yourself."

"Humph..." After a few seconds of hesitation, the barefoot brother compromised helplessly. He snorted coldly and continued, "Then I will also make a statement in advance... The room where the experimental report is stored is very close to the room where we held the "ceremony". Although we scattered to various parts of the base after the entire ceremony, I am not sure if there are other people nearby..." He paused for half a second, "So, if you meet my kind on the road. Or if you are attacked near that room, don't say that I deliberately lured you into a trap..."

These words show that this monster has already made his bottom line clear.

Two seconds later, Feng Bujue responded expressionlessly: "Okay, tell me...how do we get there?"

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The corridor was straight and bright, with basically no obstructions, so Brother Jue and Igor walked very quickly.

After walking for about twelve minutes, they arrived at the destination mentioned by Brother Guangjiao.

"I didn't encounter anything along the way..." Standing at the door of the room, Feng Bujue thought, "Maybe...the place is wrong?"

His reasoning was not wrong. Because when he tried to open the door, the prompt he got was [Cannot open].

So, they could only choose to set off to another corner to relocate their coordinates.

This process might have taken about half an hour...this was based on not encountering monsters or other events on the way.

But they were lucky. After walking straight towards the other "edge" of the base for seven or eight minutes, Brother Guangjiao suddenly said: "Wait...I found the room of the 'ritual'."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue stopped immediately after hearing this and asked with his head down. "Which one?"

"Just at the fork in the road we just passed, turn left." The barefoot brother replied, "There is a lot of blood in the ritual room. Although it is no longer flowing, I can still feel it at this distance..."

After hearing this, Jue Ge immediately winked at Igor; the latter understood, entered a state of alert, and took the knife first.

The two retreated a few meters away. Turned in the direction that the barefoot brother said.

At this time, Igor looked focused and moved his feet silently. It can be seen...he is not the first time to experience such an occasion.

Although Igor is not a professional soldier, he has indeed fought in wars and has considerable combat experience.

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In 1942, in that cold winter filled with death and covered with ice and snow, the Soviets, Romanians, Hungarians, Germans...gathered in a place called Stalingrad, and they wrote with blood a stroke that has a very heavy weight in the entire history of human wars.

For the Soviets, Stalingrad is a place they absolutely do not want to and cannot lose. This city not only has irreplaceable symbolic significance, but more importantly... it is the transportation throat of the central region of the Soviet Union to the important economic region in the south; it is bordered by Moscow in the north, the Persian Gulf in the south, and the main production areas of grain, coal and oil in the southwest. If you lose here, you may lose the whole war, and perhaps... the history of the whole mankind will be rewritten because of it.

On July 28 of the same year, Stalin issued the famous Order No. 227 "No step back!"

And Igor was one of the Soviet army members who received this order...

He was only nineteen years old that year. He didn't want to go to the battlefield, he just wanted to be a worker, or a shoemaker like his dead father.

He hoped to live a stable life, hope to fall in love like a normal young man, hope to be filial to his bedridden mother, and hope to let his starving sister have a full meal every day.

However, the war... left him no choice.

Stalingrad in October was called the "killing stove", and Igor stayed in this stove until the end of the battle.

As a new soldier who had not received much military training, this was almost a miracle...

In the spring of the following year, Igor was forced to retire due to an amputation.

When he returned home, his mother and sister were both dead, and all four walls of his already poor home were left.

He was only twenty years old and already a lame tramp.

In this way, seven years passed by in a hurry... This should have been the best seven years in his life, but for him, every day was like a year.

Until one day...some men in military uniforms came and told him that he had been selected by the government to receive a free "treatment program."

At that time, Igor, who was already terminally ill, naturally had no reason to refuse.

But what he didn't expect was that... he was not here to receive any treatment, but to be a test subject...

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"You don't need to be so cautious." The barefoot brother's sudden words broke the brief silence, "There will be no ambush in the room."

"How do you know?" Feng Bujue looked at him, "You shouldn't be able to sense each other's position, right?"

If those monsters could sense each other, they wouldn't worry about being beheaded and left somewhere undiscovered, so this inference must be correct.

"Because we don't stay in one place forever," Barefoot responded. "The calmness, the waiting... it drives us crazy."

"Okay. That's a tenable reason." Feng Bujue said, winking at Igor again.

Igor, who was already standing in front of the door, reached out and pushed the metal door panel.

The sound of the metal shaft turning makes people feel terrified.

And behind the opened door, a smell of blood suddenly wafted out...

"Well" Igor's sense of smell has also become very sensitive, so standing here makes him feel quite uncomfortable.

"Here... let me do it." At this time, Feng Bujue stepped forward and walked into the room first, ahead of Igor.

He was so sure because when he stood behind Igor, he had confirmed that there was indeed nothing strange in the room...

This room is not very big, covering an area of ​​about thirty square meters; the lights in the room are always on. It illuminated the room clearly; on the wall opposite the door, there was an immovable concrete platform, which could just fit a person lying down on it.

At this moment, the cement table looked like a cutting board that had been used many times but had never been cleaned. Layers of blood stains of varying shades covered its surface... mixed with flesh, visceral fragments, hair, Broken bones, and many other indistinguishable things.

"Explain the principle of the ritual." Feng Bujue stood in the room and looked around, then picked up the barefoot brother's head and looked directly at him and asked.

"We can cut people open without losing a drop of blood." The barefoot brother's answer was quite informative. "You can also let people bleed out without any wounds." As he said, he glanced at the surface of the cement platform, "Under the blood stains, there is a ritual circle. It's the Whisperer 'He' is the only one who knows how to use 'power'."

"'The Whisperer'?" Feng Bujue used a tentative tone to signal for a more detailed explanation.

"I don't know what he is. All I have in my mind is the name 'Whisperer', as if I know how to walk." Barefoot Brother continued. "He looks no different from us, but... he seems to know more than us."

"Can the ritual be performed only when the Whisperer is present?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"No. As long as the magic circle is drawn, anyone can complete it." As soon as the barefoot brother spat out the word "complete", he felt something was wrong, "Hey! Hey! What are you going to do?"

Feng Bujue ignored him, just took two steps forward, and wiped the ceremony table with the barefoot brother's face as if nothing had happened.

A few seconds later, he used a series of rough movements to wipe away a large area of ​​blood stains, exposing the magic circle.

"Oh... is it the magic system from King Solomon?" Feng Bujue stared at the magic circle for a few seconds and muttered.

"Asshole! What are you doing!" The next second, the barefoot brother, whose face was covered in filth, shouted angrily.

Feng Bujue ignored the other party's complaints, silently engraved the magic circle in his mind, and then continued in a calm tone: "Okay, take us to the room where the experimental report is... Since you know that this place is not far from there, It should be no problem to get there from here, right?”

"Damn it..." Brother Barefoot was furious, but he had no choice but... he had fallen into someone else's hands; and on the way, Feng Bujue had already told him how he treated the monster before... ...Brother Barefoot doesn’t want to end up in the same, or even worse, end.

So, he could only continue to swallow his anger and obediently point out the direction for Brother Jue and the others.

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After coming out of the "Ritual Room", turn right, pass two intersections, and then turn left. The first room is the "Archives Room".

The door here is also locked, and when Feng Bujue tried to pick the lock, he got a special system prompt: [This lock is rusted to death, and even the key cannot be opened. It seems that it is better to open it with brute force. Good choice】.

"Well... the prompt is quite clear." When the voice rang in his ears, Feng Bujue thought in his mind, "But if there is no help from Igor here, how can the player open it alone?"

Although he has a set of ready-made solutions, he still thinks about problems such as this, which often allows him to master more intelligence.

About five seconds later, Feng Bujue thought of three possible ways to open the door:

First, lure a monster, use the position, and use the power of the monster's attack to help you open it.

This hypothesis is the least likely, because it is too difficult to implement... Of course, it is not completely impossible, because the perspective of those monsters is very limited, they usually have to walk very close to find where the door is; plus... if the player runs at full speed, the speed is not much different from those monsters. Originally, this script was designed as a layout of "when the player encounters a monster alone, he can use the maze-like terrain and the monster's perspective to block the position and escape", so Brother Jue still listed this as one of the possibilities.

Second, use the power of a certain NPC to open the door.

This "NPC" naturally does not refer to a hidden reward like Igor, but a character that has a certain connection with the main line. Maybe there are also those monsters that can be negotiated, such as the "Whisperer", or a victim transformed by the ritual... But Brother Jue cannot verify this for the time being.

Third, a possibility with a relatively high probability is that the player kicks the door open by himself.

Feng Bujue tried this possibility right away...

But he kicked the door lock with a roundhouse kick without saying anything (side kicks and roundhouse kicks are more efficient than frontal kicks. In most movies and TV shows, the frontal kick is unscientific. For details, please see Bear Grylls's "The Survival Manual"), but... the door did not move at all.

At this moment, Feng Bujue came to another conclusion: suppose that among the above three plans, the probability of the first one is too low to be feasible, and the second one does not exist in essence; under the premise of only considering the third plan... as long as a certain prerequisite is met, the plan can be realized.

And that "prerequisite" is that the player injects himself with vno-9 and successfully mutates.

"Igor." After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue said, "Here... I'll trouble you to come."

For the conclusions drawn after multiple assumptions, Brother Jue still has no intention of implementing them, but... after this thinking, he has more confidence in the fact that "vno-9 can be successfully effective on players." Simply put... because more information is known, this theoretical probability has been improved.

"Okay, no problem." Igor didn't know what Jue was thinking. He just responded very straightforwardly, then took three steps forward and kicked the door sideways.

Igor's first kick was just to test it out and see how it felt, so he didn't use his full strength.

However, even he himself didn't expect... this kick directly kicked the heavy metal door open, and even broke a piece of the wall next to the door lock. (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://