Chapter 169 Despicable Me (I)

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[Crazy Bujue, 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. 】

"Welcome to the horror paradise." Feng Bujue was slightly surprised by the voice this time, because it was his own voice.

[Loading has been completed. You are currently in single-entry survival mode (nightmare). 】

[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance that side lines/hidden tasks and special world views will appear. 】

[Reward for clearing the scenario: randomly select an available piece of elite equipment. 】

[The synopsis of the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is completed. 】

The rewards for clearing the game on Nightmare difficulty are indeed very impressive. Last time, the reward for clearing Hirata’s script was to draw two puzzle cards at once, and this time it was to get equipment directly. However, Feng Bujue prepared this script mainly to kill the awkward non-sleep mode game time from 10:30 to early morning. He himself was not very optimistic about the prospect of clearing the level... [Overlapping Time and Space , the game of death, the endless terror, the nightmare of reincarnation. 】

There was no opening CG, and the system voice only gave this inexplicable sentence. When the words fell, Feng Bujue was already standing in a corridor and could move freely.

The floors and walls of the corridor are made of wood. The boards feel very thick and don't look like they can be punched through. The overall color of the corridor is brown. It cannot be said to be spotless, but it is relatively clean. At least there is no moldy smell or large pool of dirt. The lighting equipment is above the head, and there is a ceiling light embedded in the ceiling at regular intervals. Looking forward, there is no dazzling weird wallpaper, no carpet, no decorations or doors. This is just a very monotonous corridor.

"Oah...this is a useless introduction to the script..." After hearing that sentence, Feng Bujue reached out to search his pocket. If a walkman appeared out of thin air in his pocket at this moment, and there was a piece of music left on the tape in it. Leave a message, then things will be easier to understand.

"Hello, Feng Bujue, I want to play a game with you."

Suddenly, the voice sounded, and it was really the iconic, hoarse, deep voice in Saw. Feng Bujue raised his head following the sound and saw a camera probe and a square broadcast speaker at the angle between the ceiling and the wall, nearly three meters high.

"Is that guy with the chainsaw door here again..." Feng Bujue looked at the camera with a stressed expression on his face.

The voice paused for a second, and then continued: "You have always regarded solving mysteries as a kind of fun, and firmly believe that any game will eventually have rules and answers.

Collecting information and reasoning has become your habit and hobby. You think that, except for the inevitable pure force conflicts, you can solve everything as long as you are willing to use your brain.

But you will soon realize that your idea may not be correct.

At this moment, a toxin is already lurking in your body..."

When he heard this, Feng Bujue opened the game menu and saw that he was indeed in the [poisoned] state. This was the same situation as the last time he encountered the Saw script.

"Once the poison occurs, you will be directly judged to have failed the level. Even SCP-500 cannot remove this poison." The voice said this immediately, instantly denying the first thing Feng Bujue was thinking at this moment. This countermeasure gave up the idea of ​​taking a panacea.

"You have a total of ninety-two minutes to find four unique chemicals. Mix these four chemicals to get the antidote." The voice then began to read out the rules: "During this time, You will encounter some people and witness some things, and what you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment. "

Feng Bujue had already used [Victory Thousand Miles] at this time and wanted to check the BOSS's information, but nothing was displayed... "As your old friend, I will give you special treatment to prevent you from fighting factors. Don't worry, focus on solving the puzzle." The voice finally said: "Now, the game begins."

[You have obtained special items*2]

[The main mission has been triggered]

【Looking for chemicals (0/4)】

Feng Bujue was still wondering about the meaning of the phrase "old friend" when system prompts appeared one after another.

"Old friend?" Feng Bujue muttered: "Is he really that guy from Saw? The BOSS who can transfer mission items between the two scripts?" He then thought: "Hey... No, that one In the script, I play a reporter named Arthur Seagal, but this time he directly calls me Feng (Crazy) Bujue... His name has changed and he still calls me an old friend? "

Feng Bujue was thinking about it as he opened the menu and checked his luggage, wondering what the so-called "special treatment" could be.

As a result...he saw something incredible.

[Name: One-hit killer gun]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Legend]

[Attack power:? ? ? 】

[Attribute: None]

[Special Effect: Kill]

[Equipment conditions: shooting expert F]

[Can the script be brought out: No]

[Note: This gun has unlimited bullets, and no part of it can be disassembled or reloaded. When firing, you can only fire one bullet at the current target. As long as you roughly aim at the target and pull the trigger, the bullet will definitely hit and kill in one hit. 】

Feng Bujue's first thought when he saw this thing was: when the script is over, he must go to the scare box to take a look at the attribute changes of this thing, as well as the selling price... And there is a second extra item. , attributes are equally shocking:

[Name: Contra Medal*4]

[Type: Drama related]

[Quality: Legend]

[Function: Can bear death on behalf of the player (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 going on..." Feng Bujue looked at these two items and said with a twitching corner of his mouth: "This isn't a problem with old friends anymore, this is no more than a biological son!" He paused for a moment: "See what this means... This level is purely about solving puzzles, and it's rare to be like shit, right..."

Feng Bujue sorted out what he just heard in his mind: There is not much information at the moment, and there are some inexplicable situations. For example: Since this BOSS gave me four lives, plus a weapon that can kill with one hit, But didn't you think of giving me a timepiece like a watch? This is a full ninety-two minutes. Does this guy even know that I can mentally calculate the time? Wait... He seems to know what's in my bag and the effects of those things. Otherwise, why would he declare in advance that SCP-500 is invalid?

Feng Bujue didn't think for too long, so he took the time to move forward. From entering the script, to listening to the rules, to observing objects, thinking, etc., it actually took him less than five minutes in total.

Originally... when Feng Bujue entered this nightmare difficulty single version, he didn't expect to clear it, but now, the situation is different. The voice on the radio successfully seduced...oh no, it aroused his interest. You can say that he is a scumbag with a combat power of only 5, and he won't be angry at all, but you can't say that he is not good at solving puzzles, and you also gave him such a powerful item, pretending to be "I'm sorry you can't pass the level" Attitude comes.

Feng Bujue, who is addicted to reading and reasoning, will definitely risk his life when encountering such a provocation. He was determined to solve all the puzzles, rush all the way to the BOSS, and say with contempt: "Hand over your knees." Only then would he be satisfied and give up.

......... Where Feng Bujue stood at first, there was a wall behind him, so he had only one way to go.

After walking all the way, about five or six minutes passed, and the scenery in the corridor remained unchanged, repeating itself over and over again. At this time, no matter whether you look forward or backward, everything is as symmetrical as a mirror image. If the player closes his eyes and turns around a few times, he may not be able to tell which direction it comes from.

After walking for a while, a slightly wider space finally appeared in front of the corridor. This is a fan-shaped area, directly connected to the corridor, with no door panels to separate it. Through the opening, the walls on both sides extend diagonally toward the side and front.

Directly opposite is a curved wall. There is an entrance every half meter or so on the wall, a total of four. These entrances have door frames and door panels, and they are all open at the moment. Behind the four doors, there is a corridor that is exactly the same as the one Feng Bujue walked through just now.

"Tch...what is this? I thought there would be a complicated maze and a difficult puzzle. Isn't it just four roads leading to the four bottles of potions? Then there is a room at the end of each road. , let’s play a secret room self-mutilation game or something, huh…what’s so weird about it?” Feng Bujue said with disdain, venting his rather unhappy emotions.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of Youru running. Listen carefully, it was the sound of rapid footsteps and heavy breathing... The sound came from the first door on the far left in front, from far to near. , when approaching a certain distance, the runner may have seen someone standing outside the exit, and he started shouting, but the content of the shout was: "It's all wrong! You're all wrong!"

Feng Bujue felt as if he heard the shouting. However, just to be on the safe side, he still took out the pipe wrench in one hand and held a one-hit killer gun in the other hand. He could hurt or kill anyone. No matter who came in, no matter what he prepared, at least he would not be able to injure himself. 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 and bruises all over his body... And that man looked the same as Feng Bujue.

[You will encounter some people and witness some things. What you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment. 】

The words he heard earlier flashed through his mind... "You..." Feng Bujue was still relatively calm at the moment. There must be a reasonable explanation for the scene in front of him. This guy who looks the same as him is probably Phantoms, or machines, replicas, some kind of monster with the ability to imitate, etc... This is a nightmare-level script in a horror park. Any setting can happen, and even everything around is the result of a mentally ill person. It is possible in the psychological world, there is no reason to panic about it.

The injured Feng Bujue didn't show any surprise when he saw this Feng Bujue. He seemed to know that the other person was here, so he shouted out as he approached the door. At this moment, he immediately shouted: "Don't..."

Bang - there was a gunshot, and Feng Bujue, who escaped from the first door, was hit by a bullet fired from behind, and the bullet hit his neck. The gun prevented him from saying the content behind "Don't ever..." before he died.

Feng Bujue watched his other self being knocked down by a shot, and rushed forward. His first reaction was to use SCP-500 and the survival value supplement together to see if he could save the other person and let him have his say. over.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took the first step out and before he could take out the items from his bag, the shot Feng Bujue turned into white light and disappeared. This scene of another self dying is the same as when the real player OVER... "Is he just an illusion? Or..." Feng Bujue's thoughts whirled like a storm, [Overlapping time and space, game of death, Endless terror, nightmare of reincarnation] This passage flashed across in an instant, "...or am I the one who came back from another timeline?"

He moved his eyes away from the empty floor and looked at the first door. At this moment, Feng Bujue's line of sight formed an obtuse angle of about 120 degrees with the corridor behind the door. He was still thinking Thinking about the chase in front of him: "If I am the one who died, the [Contra Medal] should play a role... Maybe the resurrection of the medal is to turn the player into white light and teleport to other places? Or, This 'I' has used up all four medals?"

Feng Bujue held his breath and listened to the sounds in the corridor. He didn't dare to show his head rashly, because the weapon used by the opponent was a gun, and his marksmanship was obviously very accurate. From this angle, he was still safe, but if he stuck his head out, he might... "No... if that's the case" Why am I dead? Will one bullet hit me in the neck? Is the supplement in my body exhausted?" He thought about this. He was shocked in his heart: "[One-hit killer gun]!"

Feng Bujue instinctively held the gun in his hand tighter: "Am I the one who shot?" He moved a few steps forward, leaned his back against the wall next to the first door, and hid himself beside the door. : "Hey! The one who shot! Are you me!" He shouted Qianjian and asked a question that sounded very nonsensical.

The sound transmission effect of these corridors is a bit weird. Even small sounds can travel quite far, but speech can only travel to short to medium distances and will not cause echo.

Feng Bujue yelled again: "Even if you are not me, how about you reply?"

Don't respond to him... Listen carefully. From the time the gunshots were fired to now, there has been no movement in that corridor, including the footsteps of the shooter leaving. Therefore, there is a high possibility that in that corridor at this moment, an intruder is standing, squatting or lying down, holding a gun in his hand, aiming steadily at the entrance of the first door, waiting for the intruder outside. I couldn't help but poke my head, and then shot him down.

Feng Bujue also understood that the person he saw just now may not be himself in a different timeline. It was probably just that he was overthinking. Maybe it was really a phantom used to confuse the audience, and the shooter was also It's just a long-range elite monster. It's even possible... there were no shooters in that corridor at all. The gunshots and the death of the other self were just an illusion and a drama. Anyway, the bodies were gone now and there were no bullet holes around. How to prove that these really happened?

"Hmm... Do you want to take a look and confirm..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, but he also thought... what if my guess is right? If the person in that corridor now is really my future self, then... what will happen?

"If that's me, and it's me in the near future, he knows the decision-making and thinking process I'm about to make, whether I think forward, backward, or even not thinking, he knows what I will do in the end." Feng Bujue's mind was getting more and more confusing: "Well... But why didn't he communicate with me? Why did he want to kill the other me? What on earth has he experienced, or what will I experience in a while, leading to his pursuit? Own?"

"What do you mean by 'you're all wrong'... 'Don't do it again?'" Feng Bujue broke into a cold sweat: "This handsome guy who was cheated, and the handsome guy who cheated him, who are they?" We are relatively late in the timeline, which one is doing the right thing?" This was the first time he had encountered this kind of dilemma since playing the game, and it seemed that he couldn't think of anything right: "Heh...hehe..." Ten seconds later, Feng Bujue sneered: "The only one who can stump me is myself." He made a very narcissistic remark, and at the same time made up his mind, put away his weapon, and shouted: "Whether there is someone in there or not, whether it's me or not, I surrender to you now. I will come out slowly. If you want to communicate with me, let's talk. If you feel you must kill me, then do it!"

As Feng Bujue spoke, he moved towards the first entrance. At this moment, he chose to believe in himself. He believed in the speculations made by his current self and also believed in the decisions made by his future self.

Of course, the most important thing is that he has the [Contra Medal] on him as a guarantee.

At this moment, Feng Bujue seemed to understand why he got four medals and a pistol. I'm afraid these are just the basic conditions for clearing this scenario...