Chapter 253 Brothers (Sixteen)

Feng Bujue didn't know where the music in his ears came from, and he didn't know what the black shadow in front of him was going to do. He could only stay on guard and keep at least three meters away from the other party to prevent the black shadow from making any attacks. sexual act.

And the black figure took a moonwalk, walked with his back forward, and walked out of the black room slowly accompanied by music. When he walked to the front of Feng Bujue, he suddenly screamed and made a crotch-grabbing motion. At this moment, the background music actually changed and became "beat it".

Feng Bujue has been playing this game so far. In terms of shock level, this moment should be considered the peak.

But I saw that the black figure changed its dance steps, stepped, moved sideways, turned, and moved very smoothly and gracefully, walking towards the ground floor.

As he walked farther and farther, the music became softer and softer, until the shadow turned the corner of the stairs and disappeared from Feng Bujue's sight, and the BGM stopped in time.

"Haha...hehe..." Feng Bujue's mouth twitched and he laughed a few times. He didn't follow the opponent because the ground 1f was now completely dark. As long as he followed out of the storage room, he would lose his target. And he was not sure whether the shadow [was an NPC or a monster] and would attack him.

Even he had no clue about this inexplicable plot or event. This sense of generation was too strong and inconsistent with the plot atmosphere of this script, but it was consistent with the system's usual prank spirit.

Feng Bujue didn't dwell on this nonsensical scene for too long. Since the light in the corridor could now shine into the room, he could just go in and search.

As mentioned earlier, except for the darkness, this room was empty. However, after Feng Bujue entered the door, he quickly discovered that there was something unusual in the position where the black figure had been standing.

On that small patch of ground, there was a pool of black stains. From a distance, it looked like a stain, but when I looked closer, it looked like a stain. It's the pattern.

These patterns are composed of black lines and are drawn very delicately. A total of six things are drawn.

"Soap, dentures, perfume, fur hat, blanket, prosthetic eyes." Feng Bujue quickly identified the items referred to by these six graphics. "Are they all plot items that can bring out the script..."

Unknowingly, from the beginning of the script to now, Feng Bujue has found all six items, but he still doesn't know what they represent.

"I seem to smell the scent of a hidden mission..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but laugh.

He was very patient and checked the room carefully, and only left after confirming that there was only this prompt message.

"There shouldn't be a white shadow dancing on horseback behind the white door..." Feng Bujue said half-jokingly as he pushed the door open.

The door opened. The color of the room is naturally white, and it is completely covered with white light, but it is not a strong light, so it is not dazzling. It can be said that the view inside the room is good. At first glance, you can confirm that this white room is an operating room.

In the middle of the room was an operating table, or rather... an experimental table. This table is wide, thick, made of metal, and connected to the ground. It can't be moved, so it's probably fine for a synthetic person to lie down on it.

A strong, disgusting smell wafted out of the room. The smell became even more choking under the cover of disinfectant. Feng Bujue quickly showed the gas mask again (he had already recovered on the way back from ground level 1f). Maskless state. Of course, in the eyes of NPCs and monsters, his image is always another person, regardless of the costume). Just stepped into the door.

There are three or four tool carts on both sides of the experimental table. There are many conventional surgical tools on them, as well as some electric drills, circular saws and other tools used for carpentry work. Without exception, these heavy tools were damaged. This could be confirmed just by looking at them, but Feng Bujue still picked them up with great interest and checked the attributes one by one.

With [less sloppy maintenance] in my body, even if it is garbage, it can still operate for fifteen minutes. Feng Bujue is right to think so...

Unfortunately, when he read the properties of those garbage, he realized a problem. All these heavy tools can only be used with AC and DC regulated power supplies. To put it simply... they must be connected to an outlet.

There is a saying in a certain movie, "Everyone is blind." This is not unreasonable. For example, if I ask you now how many sockets there are in the room you are in right now, you will probably not know. If I ask you how many jacks there are in these sockets, then probably no one will know.

The human brain has a protective mechanism that can help us filter out a large amount of "useless" information in our daily lives. Therefore, even something that often comes into view remains unknown to us.

We don’t know how many windows there are in our homes; we don’t know how many subway stops we take every day; we forget the color of the walls as soon as we leave a place; we can’t even tell the pattern of the slippers on our feet unless we lower our heads. Go take a look.

This mechanism is gradually established as a person grows and adapts to the surrounding environment. As for which information is "useless", it is a decision made by the brain independently.

And without this instinctive protection... Theoretically, the human brain can collect and remember about 86 million pieces of information in life every day, more than any computer in the world. Maybe you don’t realize that there is so much information entering your head, because only 5% of the information collected by the brain can be used subjectively by you, while the other 95% is automatically processed by the brain and entered into your subconscious mind in preparation. When needed.

That being said, the 95% is actually equivalent to being filtered out, and it is difficult to remember it again.

Here, I naturally have to say a "but".

However, there are differences between people. In the above unconscious situation, the more developed the brain is, the more information can be remembered, and the details of things in their memory will be more specific. These are the so-called "observation" people.

Obviously, Feng Bujue is such a person, and he has been trained in this aspect since he was a child. Even if he did not deliberately pay attention to the problem of sockets, at this moment, as long as he wandered in his subconscious, he could get a very accurate conclusion-there is no socket in the entire scenario map.

"Should I put it in the bag and take it away... I can use it after repairing it with skills..." Feng Bujue considered: "But it seems that there is no point. This kind of tool is sold in the system store, and there is a version that does not need to be plugged in, but the price is quite expensive."

He considered it for a while, but still did not take it. After all, the quality of these things is garbage. Even if he took it to the store, he would not get much money.

After searching for five or six minutes, Feng Bujue found nothing, so he suddenly had an idea and lay down on the experimental table that exuded an extremely disgusting smell. As a result, the CG was really triggered...

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This CG is a picture of a person lying on an operating table from a first-person perspective.

"Please... Haah... Haah... Let me go... I have a lot of money, I am a noble, how much do you want... Ah——" The man begged halfway. Then he screamed.

After the bloodshot lens stayed on the ceiling for a few seconds, as the experimental subject struggled to raise his head forward, two figures entered his sight.

In the picture, there was a short brown-haired man and another blond young man. They were both wearing shirts and suspenders, wearing masks and aprons, and their bodies were covered with blood. They looked like two butchers.

Just now. One of the noble's legs was cut off from the thigh. Because the experiment required him to stay awake, Arthur used alchemy to make him some "special anesthetics" so that he couldn't even faint.

"Asshole! You two assholes..." The noble started to curse, and suddenly he paused. The screen was filled with blood: "You! It's you! You are Arthur! The kid who lives on the farm!" Arthur was about to cut off the other leg of the guy with a circular saw, but after hearing this, he stopped and slowly turned his head. "Do you know me?" "I... yes! I know you! I remember... in that... that month, old Jim just passed away, and the market has not found a replacement for him. So in that month, you were responsible for delivering the goods to the market." The noble said: "I remember you, the short guy, always wearing a cloak to cover your face, it can't be wrong, it's you!" He paused, "Boy, you are so brave, a mere farmer, dare to do this to me, do you know who I am! The Grand Duke of the Imperial City and I..." "Is that all you want to say?" Arthur interrupted, his cold expression declared that the other party's intimidation was meaningless, "You fat-headed trash, only know how to consolidate your power and enjoy luxurious enjoyment, and don't do anything beneficial to the world .

You occupy a lot of social resources, but only produce feces. You bring only oppression and burden to your peers, but force them to sing praises to you while enduring this. "Arthur sneered, "Even the cattle and horses in the pasture and the termites in the mound are nobler than you... You simply disgust me." His eyes were full of sarcasm, "Let me help you discover some value of existence in the world... Your hair will be woven into a blanket, your eyeballs will be made into artificial eyes, your teeth will be made into dentures, your fat will be made into soap, your skin can be made into a hat, and finally... Use your corpse oil to refine a bottle of good perfume. "

Andrew just stood by at this time, without saying a word, and he couldn't say anything.

The nobleman was so terrified that he couldn't be more frightened. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. "No... no... no, that's not what I meant... You... Whatever you want, I can give you money, even a title..."

"Hehehe..." Arthur couldn't help laughing, "I'm not as greedy as you, so I don't think I'm short of money. As for the title..." His eyes showed murderous intent, "I'm from the Xing clan. What do you think I should be recommended to the local Grand Duke for? Knight? Baron? Hahahaha..."

A few seconds later, the circular saw started to work again, and the room was soon drowned by continuous screams.

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"Are you kidding me..." After watching the CG, Feng Bujue couldn't help but look down at the outer pocket of his shirt that was stuffed full.

Although he put the fur hat, perfume and blanket in his bag, the soap, dentures and artificial eyes were in his pocket. When anyone knows that these things come from the human body, they will get goose bumps.

“Ah… I should have guessed this earlier.” Feng Bujue thought, “Okay… Now there’s only one room left. The pattern in the black room and the image in the white room are undoubtedly reminding me what these six items mean… They may determine whether I can see the ‘true’ ending.” He thought, “This is telling me that if I haven’t collected all six items in the previous game process before opening the gray iron door, then I should go back and look for them now, right…”

Feng Bujue thought of this and walked out of the white room without opening the gray iron door. Instead, he headed toward ground level 1f. He went up the stairs, opened the wooden door and entered the storage room. Sure enough, at this moment, it was no longer pitch black on the other side of the corridor.

The windows in each room let in some light, allowing players to barely see the surrounding scenery. But when I looked out the window, it was still chaos and nothing.

"Well... now is undoubtedly the time for free exploration before clearing the level. You can go to the upper and lower floors. If you want to find the missing props, you can go there. If you want to just open the gray iron door to see the ending," Feng Bujue thought to himself, " But it doesn’t mean much to me, because I searched carefully and already got all six items.”

Even though he thought so, Feng Bujue still went to one place, which was the room directly above the foyer on the second floor.

He came to the iron door and tried pulling the door handles on both sides, but still couldn't open it.

Feng Bujue left there helplessly and started from top to bottom again. He walked through every room from 2F on the ground to 2F underground. He was not looking for anything, but just exploring. His obsessive-compulsive disorder made him worry about missing something. So I have to walk around like this.

Finally, he returned to the gray iron door. After this round, although he gained nothing, he gained psychological satisfaction...

"Then...a moment to witness a miracle..." Feng Bujue complained. Pushing open the iron door.

The room is gray, just like the atmosphere of this script, gray. gloomy.

There was a chair and a small table on the wall facing the door. Arthur sat on the chair and looked quietly at Feng Bujue at the door.

"Are you awake..." Arthur said, "The cell really can't hold you..."

"Do you have a mirror?" This was the first thing Feng Bujue asked.

"Mirror?" Arthur raised his eyes and looked at Feng Bujue for two seconds. Then he slowly raised his right arm and pressed his palm against the wall.

A second later, a piece of wall beside Feng Bujue suddenly glowed with light, and was instantly turned into a mirror.

"Is it possible to do such a thing without drawing a formation?" Feng Bujue thought to himself. He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

Basically, the image in the mirror did not surprise him. To describe it, it was a zombie-like Andrew.

"My silly brother," Arthur said, "You think you are very smart, and this... is the price."

"Can you explain it to me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Don't you understand?" Arthur replied, "I know that you changed the experimental data; I also know that you secretly changed the formula; and the tricks you used on the refining array... are actually mistakes. "Yes." He sighed deeply, "While you were playing the role of the innocent and kind-hearted brother, you were planning to plunder my body, but you never expected that from the very beginning, the person you found to 'exchange souls' was. The refining technique was forged by me." He paused, looked at the change in Feng Bujue's expression, and then said, "You thought you successfully deceived me and made me exchange the refining technique without my knowledge. . Unfortunately, the truth is exactly the opposite. You yourself misunderstood the function of that formation."

"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing and said with a smile, "You blame me?"

Arthur was a little surprised by his reaction, but still maintained his inherent calmness, "Are you insane?"

"No, no." Feng Bujue smiled and shook his head. He just thought these two brothers were very interesting. He originally thought Arthur was a bad guy, but now it seems that Andrew is not a good guy either. It's right to think about it carefully. Even if he is an accomplice, after such a long time, he has helped to do so many crazy things, can we still say that this Andrew is really kind?

"Then brother, can you tell me the true function of this formation?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course it's to transform me into a human being." Arthur replied, "The price is to turn an ordinary human into a demon."

"Is this a devil?" Feng Bujue pointed at himself in the mirror, "A devil is this frustrated?"

"Unfortunately, the refining failed." Arthur explained, "I did not become a human being, and you became like this..."

"Is it your calculation error?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course not, I don't make mistakes," Arthur replied.

"I understand, there is only one answer..." Feng Bujue said, "I am not a pure human being either."

Arthur sighed bitterly, "What a mistake...I should have thought of it earlier, how could the son of 'that woman' be an ordinary person..."

"You mean mother?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Yes, Mom, hum..." Arthur looked sad, "Do you know why she picked me back up?"

"Take away your power?" Who is Feng Bujue? He is an absolute pessimist. He has never believed that people are inherently good at first, so he has a full understanding of the evilness of people's hearts.

"Oh? Did she tell you this before she died?" Arthur responded.

"No, I'm just guessing." Feng Bujue said, "I know very well that that woman is not simple..." The previous CG images flashed quickly in his mind, "She is against your use of alchemy on the surface, but When you, a child under ten years old, was holding those profound books and studying them, she was indifferent. Humph... speaking of it, she was trying to get you those books." He paused for a second and then said. "Before she passed away, she knew that her plan was hopeless, so she pretended to be a good mother who really cared for you, trying to bind you with family affection and let you take care of her biological son." Feng Bujue took out the The book "Advanced Alchemy", and took out the photo from the page, and read to the words on the back: "Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love. Haha... At first I saw When I saw this photo, I thought it was strange, why was it included in such a book? Now I understand, she is reminding you in this way that you are a family." Feng Bujue sneered. It's a pity...she underestimated you too much. You must have seen through her at a very young age. If I'm not wrong, even her death..."

"Yes, that's me." Arthur continued, "I spent a year leading her to death. She didn't know until she died that her 'incurable disease' was planned by me." ( To be continued.)