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"The house is empty, this is..." Feng Bujue walked into the house.
The longhouse was indeed very dilapidated. It was built of brick and wood structure. The beams and columns in the house were all made of wood. There is only one window in the house, about one meter wide, and it is the kind of fence, not a glass window. There was a crude cross-bar above the window bars, on which the curtains hung. If the wind blows from the window towards the house now, the rain must be rushing in directly through the wooden fence.
The house is divided into two rooms, separated by a door frame, without a door panel. After entering the house, this room is considered a living room. It is only about ten square meters. The floor is made of wood. There is a chest-high cabinet against the wall. There is a round low table in the middle of the room, and there are three tatami mats next to it. .
The ceiling is relatively low, and in the middle is a light bulb hanging from a wire, which is shining at the moment.
Feng Bujue walked to the next room and probed in to check. That room is narrower than the "living room". There is a mattress on the floor, which has taken up half of the space. There is also a wardrobe next to the door frame. There is no light in this room. People, when they want to go to bed, they have to go to the outside room, turn off the light, and then go to the second room in the dark and lie down on the mattress.
Of course... There is really no furniture in this room, and in theory, walking in the dark is not afraid of bumping into anything.
"It's too arrogant..." Feng Bujue closed the door, and said to himself: "Only electricity and no water... The toilets are all public." He had already noticed it when he was outside the house. In the courtyard outside the house, there is a silhouette resembling a telephone booth, which is probably a simple toilet.
[The current mission is completed, the main task has been updated]
Before the butt was hot, the system alert sounded, Feng Bujue opened the menu, and saw that the task of [Going Home] had been ticked next to it, and the new task that appeared was: [Stay in the house until dawn]
"Huh?" Feng Bujue had a displeased expression on his face: "Have you got to stay all night?"
At this time, there was a violent storm outside the house, with lightning and thunder. Although the curtains were drawn, gusts of cold wind still came in through the window grille, and shadows were faint behind the curtains. I don't know if it was the shadows of the branches moving with the wind, or something was wandering outside...
Although there is electricity in this room, the only thing that uses electricity is a light bulb, not to mention the TV, there is not even a radio, even if Feng Bujue will not be tortured by fear, he will be tortured by boredom...
"I thought that the difficulty of the nightmare was that the difficulty of the battle became huge..." Feng Bujue came to the cabinet in the living room: "Is this the setting..." He opened the door of the cabinet sideways and took a look. A thermos, two teacups, and a teapot are all placed on a round wooden tray.
Because everything was black and white, the colors of these things could not be distinguished even if he didn't realize it. He tried to carry them, but the thermos bottle was almost full, so he took them out and put them on the low table.
Then he went back to the cupboard and found a small tube containing tea leaves on the upper floor. The word "tea" was written on the tube, but there was no other name, variety, or production date.
"Well... Although it is a disaster, I found a temporary residence, but can I really live like this..." Feng Bujue said: "There is no running water, and if you want to go to the toilet, you have to go outside. If you want to take a bath, you have to go to the public bathhouse, and even eat I don’t have any bowls and chopsticks... But even if I have, I can’t wash the dishes after eating in this house.” He first washed the teapot and cups with the water in the thermos, and then poured the water away. Then he opened the tube containing the tea leaves, grabbed a handful and put them into the teapot, brewed a pot of unknown drink, and poured himself a cup.
Since the equipment in the clothing column cannot be changed in the script, that is to say, the clothes cannot be taken off, so Feng Bujue had to wring out the water from the clothes as much as possible, and then put on the wet clothes and wait for them to dry naturally.
At this moment, he brewed a pot of hot tea and held it in his hands, at least to relieve the cold in his body.
"The information and clues given will be greatly reduced, and many FLAGs that trigger death will be set, and by the way, it will make a fuss to the extent of horror... This is the tone of the difficulty of nightmares." Feng Bujue said: "Some seemingly inadvertent A choice may lead to catastrophe." Now that he thinks back to the experience just now, he realizes later: "If I say the wrong thing or show panic, I'm afraid the Gap Girl will kill me in seconds. .And that monster on the telegraph pole too..."
He looked up at the direction of the window, and there was still heavy rain pouring outside: "It seems that there is no time and space limit, but if you really ignore the main task and go out to explore, you might just trigger some FLAG on the street and cause death, and then From the perspective of the world view of this script, one must have powerful spiritual combat capabilities in order to gain a certain degree of freedom... otherwise it would be hard to say."
Taking another sip of hot tea, he muttered: "Be safe and follow the main line... I guess at most you will be frightened continuously, and you shouldn't be in a desperate situation in terms of combat." He put down the teacup, "But... it's really boring, Do you want me to sleep in the script? By the way, there is not even a newspaper in this room... "
"Oh-"
Suddenly, there was a strange sound.
"Uh-uh-"
Immediately afterwards, there were two more voices, with a long tone, which sounded like the voice of an old witch.
The sound came from the wall, that is, from the "neighbor's" house.
"What kind of trouble is this..." Feng Bujue turned his face to the other side and said, "It's windy and rainy... Are you dancing in the house?"
Feng Bujue thought about it, this situation should be part of the main storyline, and he should react.
"Hey - over there, are you okay?" He yelled in the direction of the wall.
Then, the voice stopped abruptly.
"What's the matter... hung up?" Feng Bujue was sitting cross-legged on the floor, but when there was no movement from the other side, he propped himself up on the ground with his hands and knees, moved to the wall as quietly as possible, pricked up his ears, and leaned against the wall. Wall to listen again.
squeak—
There was the sound of a door, followed by footsteps, and it sounded like the guy next door had opened the door and gone out.
"It can't be that you are going to knock on my door." Feng Bujue moved to the door of his own room again, but from this side he could only hear the sound of the wind and rain outside. He waited for a while, but the other party didn't knock on the door, but he didn't hear anyone coming to his door.
Anyway, Feng Bujue wasn't afraid, so he planned to open the door to see what was going on with this neighbor. He stood up, held the pipe wrench in one hand, slowly turned the doorknob with the other hand, opened the door slowly, and peeked out from the room...
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