Chapter 299: Climbing the Tower (VI)

Feng Bujue paused for a few seconds, then said: "The two pillars on both sides of the object are exactly nine meters apart." Almost at the moment when he pressed the "meter" character, he said: "Run!"

As soon as the voice fell, when Qiu Feng took a step, the sound of the building collapsing came from behind him. It means that at this moment, Qiu Feng's "cognition" has made SCP-233 work.

The loud noise behind him did not interfere with Qiu Feng's actions. He rushed to the side of his three teammates and then stopped, and then turned his head to observe the changes over there.

It only takes 0.23 seconds for SCP-233 to destroy matter, and this process is silent. Therefore, when the collapse sounded, the destruction process was actually completed. The noise Qiu Feng heard was a subsequent reaction, that is, the sound of building materials falling from the ceiling.

From the perspective of Feng Bujue, Ji Chang and Hong Hu, it can be seen that almost at the same time when Feng Bujue shouted "Run", the two supporting pillars themselves and the wall between the pillars were all decomposed, and a section of the ceiling and the ground parallel to the wall suddenly disappeared. Some concrete blocks that fell from the second floor hit SPC-233 and fell into the crack in the ground with it.

A building like this, which covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters, will naturally not suffer any structural collapse just because a wall and two pillars in a corner are destroyed.

After the small-scale collapse, the smoke and dust dissipated. A dark space appeared behind the wall. The rectangular cracks in the ceiling and the ground became two passages.

"What's the situation? Will things related to Nine be wiped out?" Qiu Feng asked.

Hong Hu continued: "It seems so." He immediately understood why Feng Bujue had never intended to let himself be an actor from the beginning.

Chief Ji also said: "So let Qiu Feng, who is not good at math, go..." He paused, and something flashed through his mind: "Oh, I understand, among us, the first character of the nicknames of three people are all nine strokes, and the remaining Honghu. It is level 29, is it this kind of connection?"

"Ah, that's what I mean." Feng Bujue replied.

Qiu Feng said: "But have you ever thought about... From your point of view, the only connection between me and 9 is the word "Autumn". But from my point of view, I can think of n connections."

"This is also helpless. Before the action, I can neither tell you the characteristics of the object nor confirm any questions related to nine with you, because this will speed up your thinking speed after getting the information." Feng Bujue replied: "In short... the fact that you are still alive now proves that my strategy is successful."

Feng Bujue shrugged: "I am still quite confident about this plan. When I shouted, you were already standing a distance away. About 20 meters away from that thing, and its range of action is only 23 meters. Even for ordinary people in real life, it only takes two to three seconds to rush to the safe area.

The time it takes for you to hear that sentence, realize the meaning of the number 9, and then associate yourself with the first point of connection with 9 is enough for you to step out of the range of action of that thing.

Of course, if from your perspective, you have an extremely close connection with this number, and you will associate it with yourself within a few tenths of a second... then you are unlucky. "

Qiu Feng did not have any opinion on Feng Bujue's attitude and remarks. Because he felt that the other party made sense. The success rate of this plan is indeed very high, and the other party has designed it very carefully, ensuring his own safety to the greatest extent.

However, Qiu Feng raised another question: "Wait...you said the range of action of that thing is 23 meters?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue said.

The other three exchanged glances. Finally, Hong Hu said, "Then the problem comes... Now this thing has fallen into the ground. Unless it falls a full 23 meters, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, the passage over there is still within its range of influence. We already know the rules. Once we approach that corner, we will be wiped out." Jizhang continued.

"You don't have to worry about this." Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded.

The four players all showed some surprise on their faces. Because the source of the sound was in the dark space behind the wall.

Accompanied by the clacking sound of high-heeled leather boots stepping on the ground, a graceful figure came out of the darkness.

As when they met last time, x-23's face was still so pure and beautiful, her skin was still delicate and white, and her long black hair was draped behind her neck, fluttering in the wind. The difference was that her clothes had become a black one-piece leather coat, and her curvy figure was even more eye-catching under the leather wrapping.

Apart from her clothes, she had hardly changed. Feng Bujue had no reason not to recognize her. After all, Brother Jue had only seen two derivatives in total.

"Why are you here?" Feng Bujue said, "This is a four-player script..."

"Can't you think of other lines to greet your friends?" Twenty-three showed a charming smile, and her fangs were exposed at this moment, which scared Honghu and the other three.

Although there was a distance of about 30 meters between Twenty-three and the players, her voice could be clearly heard by them.

"Haha... Sorry." Feng Bujue also smiled awkwardly, "How have you been recently?" He knew that for Twenty-three, the last time he saw him might have been a year or two ago, or even longer.

Twenty-three replied, "As you can see, I am no longer restricted by the rules of level 4 and level 3."

Feng Bujue immediately understood after hearing this that Twenty-three was at least a second-level derivative, so she could appear here, "That's good...it seems like you don't have to live that kind of life where you have to struggle every moment to survive." day.”

"Well, yes." Twenty-three replied. According to the general conversation etiquette, after finishing this sentence, she seemed to have asked Feng Bujue how he was doing, but she didn't. Moreover, the way she looked at Feng Bujue seemed to reveal a hint of sympathy.

"Um...you suddenly appeared here, did you come to say hello to me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I'm doing some recycling work recently." Twenty-three responded casually, and immediately changed the topic, "By the way, I can't stay here for a long time, so I'll make a long story short." She paused for a second, and finished observing After checking all the status of the four players, she then asked: "Your main mission is to enter the reasoning club, right?" She continued without waiting for the other party to answer: "The person in charge of that club is a very weird guy, and his strength is only Second to the Four Pillar Gods." She glanced at the black space behind her: "He created a buffer space to prevent me from entering the script to recover SCP-233, and when you solve this puzzle, the blockage in the buffer space. But it disappeared on its own.”

"That is to say...the person in charge counts you as part of the script process." Feng Bujue continued.

Twenty-three said: "Yes, I now 'have' to leave with this SCP as soon as possible, so... after I leave, you can move on." She said, raising her right hand and moving her fingers slightly .

The next second. SCP-233 quickly rose from the cracked ground and hovered next to Twenty-Three.

"He's upstairs..." Twenty-three looked up, a little light curtain seemed to flow through his pupils, "Be careful on the road, you won't be crazy."

Feng Bujue replied: "Ah, I will. You should also take care of yourself...after all, you..."

"I have to leave." Twenty-three interrupted Brother Jue. She hooked her fingers, and SCP-233 beside her flew into the black space behind the wall.

"Will we meet again?" Feng Bujue asked.

The last time we parted, Twenty-Three said "farewell forever". But she didn't "die" as she expected, but reappeared. Therefore, Feng Bujue asked this question.

"I will..." Twenty-three replied, after that. She turned around and walked into the darkness.

The moment her figure disappeared into the darkness, she said something vaguely in her mouth: "...I will definitely do it."

After Twenty-Three entered that space, the wall that had been decomposed and disappeared was miraculously restored. Glowing streams of data cascaded down. The wall was reshaped. However, the gaps leading to the second floor and the holes in the ground are still there, and the concrete blocks that fell from the ceiling are still scattered on the ground.

"Uh... crazy brother." About a minute later, one of the three teammates spoke. Qiu Feng was the first to speak, "Can you explain... what is going on..."

"That beauty must be an NPC." The controller said, "Why would an NPC mention the word 'script'?"

Honghu said: "Besides, the scripts are randomly generated, why do you act like you have known that NPC for a long time..."

Feng Bujue really didn't know how to answer them. After all, the game company had already greeted him, and GM Pan Fenghuaxiong had also discussed this matter with him. It is best to keep the matter of spin-offs a secret if possible.

"Actually... she is a special humanoid program in the game, similar to a recycle bin." Feng Bujue began to use his novelist's ability to make up stories on the fly: "As you can see, she is not affected by SCP-233. And you also heard that she said she was doing 'recycling work.'" He said matter-of-factly: "I have met her once in another script, so she knows me." He lowered his voice in a mysterious manner. The voice said, "Don't spread this around. If it spreads on a large scale, I won't care if Dream Company bans your account."

The three of them were doubtful after hearing the words, but even if they were doubtful, they had no basis to overturn Feng Bujue's remarks.

"Hmm... Indeed, judging from some of the spoof settings of Dream Company in the game, it is not impossible that their employees designed intelligent programs to look like beautiful women and spread them around in the scripts..." the controller read.

Qiu Feng also buried his doubts in his heart and joked: "Crazy brother, the other party is a humanoid program. What on earth is this indifferent attitude when you are talking... You can't fall in love in different dimensions."

Feng Bujue was someone who would remain silent after being complained about. He immediately raised the corners of his lips and chuckled: "Huh... I didn't expect you to evolve into Lei Qiu without using a thunder stone."

"The elf jokes aren't over yet, are they?"

Honghu looked at them silently and had no reaction to the two men's cold jokes.

At this moment, Honghu's mind was integrating information and thinking about problems. He obviously didn't believe Feng Bujue's explanation. However, unlike Qiu Feng and the Controller, he quickly thought of a word that he had only seen on the forum, and the information related to it was nothing more than a few words. A legend that cannot be proven.

However, the scene just now seems to be explained by that word - derivative. (To be continued...)