After transfusing all four bags of blood back, Feng Bujue's condition improved a lot. Although there is still slight dizziness and nausea, it has basically not affected the movement.
He took Igor to move on, and along the way... found many closed doors.
Like the previous four doors, this road is full of locked and airtight metal doors. If you don't open it, you don't know what's in the house.
This time, Feng Bujue picked the lock with the intention of giving it a try.
But it turned out... When he put the tool into the lock, he heard the system prompt [cannot be opened].
Since it's [can't open], not [needs key] or [locked], brother Jue also confirmed... These doors are all unopenable, they are simply decorations on the script map.
But... This point made him a little bit puzzled.
"The script map is so big, but the explorable space is very limited..." He thought to himself while walking, "After coming out of the gravity gate, there is only one room that can be entered, and that interrogation room is not related to the main storyline." It’s purely for players to replenish their equipment…” He looked up and looked ahead, “There’s also this very similar map, which hasn’t changed much until now, it looks monotonous and repetitive…”
"Look, crazy brother! There is no way ahead." At this moment, Igor widened his eyes, pointed to the front and said.
"Oh... is it..." Feng Bujue didn't see the end, but he didn't express any objection, because he knew that his eyesight was not as good as Igor's. After all, he was a reformed person, "I can't see so far , let's walk again."
"Okay." Igor nodded and followed Brother Jue to move on.
After a while, the two came to the "end" of the corridor. There was nothing special here, and there were no rooms. There was only a gray wall similar to other places.
In addition, this end is not a dead end, there are forks on both sides of it. In other words, here is a T-junction...
Feng Bujue stood at the intersection, looked left and right, and found that the scenery on both sides was basically the same. Except for details such as "the texture of the walls and floors", which are difficult for others to notice, or even if they can be noticed, they can't remember, it is still the same corridor, the same chandelier, and the same metal door.
"Hmph... what is this?" At this moment, Brother Jue finally realized what the faint sense of abnormality brought about by the script was.
It's kind of - "shoddy" feeling...
To be more specific: Aside from the accessible rooms, the entire scripted map reveals a problem... a lack of detail.
First of all, as mentioned earlier... such a large base. It's fine to make everything very similar, but under this premise, it is illogical to not set up a road sign.
Secondly, not only road signs, but also many details that should exist are not there. For example, wires and pipes...
The chandeliers on the top of the corridor are all designed to be hung by a wire, and the end of the wire is directly connected to the ceiling, and in the corridor... there is no light switch. This means two conclusions: First, as long as there is electricity in the base. These lights in the corridor are on and never turn off; second, the control switches of these lights are concentrated in a place similar to a control center.
The possibility of the latter hypothesis is almost zero, not to mention whether the technology of the 1940s can do this, even if it can... In this base with no signs, no surveillance, and no way to distinguish areas, How does the remote control know which area's lights he is controlling
It's like I give you a remote control and tell you that you can use it to control all the lights in a certain building, but I don't tell you which switch controls which floor, and you can't see that building. What is the point of control
Of course, use the "lights in the hallway are never turned off" point. It is still possible to explain this to the past, so Feng Bujue didn't get too entangled in this matter.
However... there is one last question, Brother Jue really can't bear it.
There are no exposed wires and pipes, that's all. I thought your entire base was lined with dark wires; however, there is not even a vent... What kind of trouble is this
This is an "underground" base. Even if it is not sealed, it must have vents, and there must be many.
At first, Feng Bujue thought that by expanding the scope of exploration, he would be able to see a few. But along the way... he didn't see any of them.
At this moment, when Brother Jue confirmed the characteristic of "lack of details", he came back to it a little bit - it was the "script map" itself that had a problem.
This base is not like a building generated by the horror park system, but rather like something made in (that is, "My World"); in fact, even in it, the building can be made more complicated than this …
"Then... the hidden world view, should it be related to this script map?" Feng Bujue thought, "Could it be... this is a 'sandbox' space similar to the derivatives? And it hasn't been done yet?"
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Just as Brother Jue was thinking, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the side of him.
"Be careful! It's him!" Igor's eyesight and hearing are above Feng Bujue at the moment, so his reaction is faster than the latter.
"Oh..." However, Feng Bujue's calmness was beyond Igor's comparison.
After being reminded, Brother Jue interrupted his thinking, stared at dead fish eyes, and said listlessly: "The barefoot one, right?"
Just by the sound of footsteps, he knew that the other party was not wearing shoes. In addition, Igor said "it was him", which showed that the person who came was a character they had seen before.
Based on these two points...it is self-evident who is coming.
"Jie jie jie jie..."
It was too late, but it was so fast at that time, while the barefoot brother let out a strange smile, he had rushed from tens of meters away, and his speed was three points faster than the one wearing shoes before.
"Igor." Feng Bujue called the Soviet captain beside him in a calm tone.
"Yes." When he answered, Igor had already put down the toolbox, and was gripping the meat cleaver tightly.
"Old rules, you understand." Brother Jue continued.
"Okay!" With the experience from last time, Igor is no longer afraid of these so-called "devils". On the premise of abandoning fear, his combat effectiveness has also become stronger, and his strikes are faster and more precise.
scold-
Two seconds later, there was a sound of breaking wind, and the blade slashed towards the barefoot brother's neck.
Same plot, same result.
The world in the eyes of those monsters...is different from that of ordinary humans. It's like when Feng Bujue looked at the horror park from the perspective of data, it was completely different from the normal perspective.
In the eyes of the barefoot brother, the whole corridor is a dark space, with all the terrain and objects. It's all shadows with only silhouettes, and all the light sources are a hazy cool color.
The only bright color in his eyes is red... the red of blood. From his point of view, Feng Bujue was just a humanoid silhouette exuding blood all over his body, and Igor...including the clothes on Igor's body, the knife in his hand, and so on. All merged with the surrounding darkness.
Therefore, when Brother Barefoot realized that the blade was coming, he couldn't stop the attack, and he couldn't avoid the attack at all...
"Hee-uh..." The laughter stopped abruptly due to the fracture of the neck, and the head flew forward due to inertia.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue caught Brother Barefoot's head, and muttered, "Hmm... It's a familiar scene."
"How... is it possible..." The barefoot brother can undoubtedly speak normally with only his head left.
"Okay, let's make a long story short." Feng Bujue looked at Brother Barefoot and said, "If you don't cooperate, I will put your head in a place where no one will find it for decades; if you Cooperation, I will kill you in a while, understand?"
Brother Barefoot was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the words, and then replied: "Uh...understood."
"How did you find me?" Feng Bujue didn't say "we", but "I", because he knew that the other party couldn't see Igor, and he didn't want to expose this matter.
"I can feel the blood flow in a living person..." Brother Barefoot replied, "If it is far away... it is blurry, but the closer it is, the clearer it will be."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows and asked. "Then in the operating room, why didn't you find me?"
"What... the operating room?" The barefoot brother couldn't see any details of the scene, he only saw light sources and dark shadows, so he didn't know which room he entered before was the operating room. in addition. Because of this, he was not affected by SC-1011.
"I only know... I was in a certain area before, and I felt someone was nearby, but I couldn't find it after searching for a while..." After a few seconds, the barefoot brother continued, "Then... I guessed. That person might not be on 'this level' but the level above or below, so I'm off."
"Wait..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but change his expression when he heard this, "This base... has more than one floor?"
"Yes, there are four floors, one above ground and three underground; we are currently on the second underground." Brother Barefoot replied.
"Have you been to the fourth floor?" Brother Jue asked, "Do you know how to get out?"
"No... I..." Brother Barefoot showed a complicated expression, "In my memory... this base has four floors, but now, I can't find the exit."
"Why do you have that kind of memory?" Feng Bujue asked again, "The five people who participated in the experiment were all war criminals, so there is no reason to know the structure of this base."
"War criminal?" Brother Barefoot was stunned for a moment, "You mean...'the first experiment'?"
These five words, like the first torrent breaking through the dam, caused Feng Bujue's thoughts to spread like a bank.
"I said..." After two seconds of silence, Feng Bujue asked in a deep voice, "How many sleep experiments have you done here?"
"Three times." Brother Barefoot replied.
"Can you lead me to find the experiment records?" Feng Bujue asked again.
This question made the barefoot brother hesitate for a moment: "No, the world in my eyes is different from what you see. Although I remember the road, I don't know where I am at the moment."
"Then I'll find you a fixed coordinate, can you find the way from memory?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Fixed coordinates?" Brother Barefoot didn't seem to understand what Brother Jue meant.
"Very simple." Feng Bujue replied, "For example..." He turned his head and looked at the side of the T-junction, "I brought you to a certain corner of this floor, can you tell me, from that corner Count how many intersections you pass, and which door you stop at, and you can find the experiment report."
"This..." Brother Barefoot understood this time, but he replied, "It is possible, but... why don't you find it by yourself? Isn't there a sign in the corridor?"
"You said... what?" Feng Bujue's expression changed abruptly.
Brother Barefoot thought that the other party didn't hear clearly, so he said again: "There are signs on the road, don't you understand?"
In the next second, Feng Bujue immediately turned his head, looked at Igor and asked, "Is there?"
Igor froze for a moment, then shook his head.
Then, Feng Bujue looked at Brother Barefoot again: "In your memory... is there a sign for this base?"
"Of course there is." The barefoot brother replied in a natural tone, "This base is built like a chessboard, and the passages are all straight and vertically staggered. If there is no signboard, who can tell where they are?"
"So... in your memory..." Feng Bujue continued to ask, "Is there a light switch on the wall in the corridor? And... is there a vent in the corridor?"
"What are you talking about?" This time, the barefoot brother asked in reverse, "What happened in this base?"
Judging from his tone, the answer is obviously - yes.
However, the actual situation is that Brother Jue has not seen any of these things...
For a few seconds, Feng Bujue thought that his eyesight or spirit had been disturbed, causing him to "not see" those details; but... Igor also said no, which meant that it was not the problem.
"It's getting weirder..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Could it be that I also imagined Igor?" He quickly denied this hypothesis, "Impossible...he must be a real entity, I have had limbs with him Contact, he helped me carry the blood collection bag, carried the toolbox along the way, and killed two monsters along the way, if Igor is illusory... then everything in this script so far is illusory?"
Thinking of this, Brother Jue had a flash of inspiration.
"Wait... Unreal?" He couldn't help but ponder, and whispered in his mouth.
...
"Lack of detail."
"There are details in NC memory..."
"Not visual or mental interference."
"Unreal... Unreal."
"This script map itself has problems."
"It's like a bad sandbox..."
"Sandbox… "
"Not done well?"
...
A series of fragments of information flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, spreading out like water seeping into a sponge in a very short period of time, resulting in countless hypotheses and deductions...
In the end... at a certain remote end on that inference map, there was an area that gradually became clear.
"Heh..." At this moment, Feng Bujue showed a long-lost, confident smile, "It's not that I didn't do it well... but I can only do it to this extent..." He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the focus of his eyes seemed to be on Pointing to the back of the corridor wall, "What derivatives can do, NC can also do; since the sandbox can be developed, then the SC Foundation..."(.)