About twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue came to a corner of the base, holding the barefoot brother's head.
Igor still walked ahead of him with a weapon and several tools, acting as a bodyguard and pathfinder.
"Okay, we've reached the corner. From here, how do we get to the 'room where the experiment report is stored'?" Feng Bujue asked the barefoot brother after standing still.
"I declare in advance..." Brother Barefoot replied, "Because you said you couldn't see the sign, so I can't confirm which of the four corners of the base 'this corner' is, so the destination I will arrive in a while may not be correct."
This sentence made the barefoot brother's expression change.
Indeed, Brother Barefoot had already had a similar idea on the way here, and he was planning to act on it just now.
However, right now, Feng Bujue gave him a "vaccination" in advance, clearly stating - "I have already seen through your little scheme, if you dare to use it, you will have to decide the consequences yourself. "
"Hmph..." After a few seconds of hesitation, the barefoot brother reluctantly compromised, he snorted coldly, and continued, "Then let me make a statement in advance... The room where the experimental report is stored is very far away from the room where we hold the 'ceremony'." Near. Although after all the ceremonies were held, we scattered all over the base, but I'm not sure if there are other people nearby..." He paused for half a second, "So, if you meet my kind on the road .or get attacked near that room, don’t say I’m trying to trick you guys…”
These words show that this monster has set its own bottom line.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue responded blankly: "Okay, let's talk... how do we get there?"
...
The corridor is straight and bright, and there are basically no obstacles, so Brother Jue and Igor walked quickly.
After walking for about twelve minutes, they arrived at the destination that Brother Barefoot had mentioned.
"I didn't encounter anything along the way..." Standing at the door of the room, Feng Bujue thought, "Maybe... the place is wrong?"
His reasoning was not wrong. Because when he tried to open the door, the prompt he got was [cannot open].
Therefore, they can only choose to set off to another corner to reposition their coordinates.
This process may have taken about half an hour... This is based on the fact that there are no monsters or other incidents encountered on the road.
But they were lucky. They walked straight towards the other "edge" of the base for seven or eight minutes, and the barefoot brother suddenly said: "Wait... I found the room of the 'ceremony'."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue stopped immediately after hearing the words, and lowered his head to ask. "which one?"
"Just turn left at the fork in the road you just passed by." The barefoot brother replied, "There was a lot of blood in the ceremony room, although it no longer flowed, but at this distance, I can still feel it..."
After hearing this, Brother Jue immediately winked at Igor; the latter understood, entered a state of alert, and went ahead with a knife.
The two retreated a few meters away. He turned to the direction that the barefoot brother said.
At this time, Igor looked focused and moved quietly. It can be seen... This is not the first time he has experienced this kind of occasion.
Although Igor is not a professional soldier, he has indeed fought in battle and has quite a lot of combat experience.
...
In 1942, in that winter full of death and covered with ice and snow, the Soviets, Romanians, Hungarians, Germans... gathered in a place called Stalingrad, and they wrote the entire history of human wars with their blood. Both hold a very heavy weight.
For the Soviets, Stalingrad was a place they absolutely did not want and could not lose. This city not only has an irreplaceable symbolic significance, but more importantly... it is the transportation throat from the central region of the Soviet Union to the important economic region in the south; this place is bordered by Moscow in the north, the Persian Gulf in the south, and Soviet food and coal in the southwest. and major oil producing areas. If you lose here, you will probably lose the entire war, maybe... the entire history of mankind will be rewritten because of this.
On July 28 of the same year, Stalin issued the famous Order No. 227 - "No step back!"
And Igor was one of the members of the Soviet army who received this order...
At that time, he was only nineteen years old. He didn't want to go to war, he just wanted to be a laborer, or, like his dead father, a shoemaker.
He hopes to live a stable life, hopes to fall in love like a normal young man, hopes to do some filial piety for his mother who is sick in bed, and hopes to let his starving sister have enough food every day.
However, the war... leaves him no choice.
Stalingrad in October was known as the "Killing Stove", and Igor stayed in this stove until the end of the battle.
As a recruit who doesn't have much military training to be pulled into battle, it's almost a miracle...
In the spring of the following year, Igor was forced to retire due to an amputation due to an injury.
When he returned home, his mother and younger sister had both passed away, and the already poor family was left with nothing but walls.
He was only twenty years old, and he became a lame tramp.
In this way, seven years passed quickly... These should have been the best seven years of his life, but for him, every day seemed like a year.
Until one day...some guy in uniform came to tell him that he had been selected by the government for a free "treatment program".
At that time, Igor, who was already terminally ill, naturally had no reason to refuse.
But what he didn't expect was that... he didn't come to receive any treatment, but to act as an experimental product...
...
"You don't have to be so careful." The barefoot brother's sudden words broke the short silence, "There will be no ambush in the room."
"How do you know?" Feng Bujue looked at him, "You probably can't sense each other's position, right?"
If those monsters could perceive each other, they wouldn't worry about being beheaded and left somewhere undiscovered, so this inference must be correct.
"Because we don't stay in one place and don't move forever." Barefoot responded, "calm, waiting... it's driving us crazy."
"Okay. It's a tenable reason." Feng Bujue said, and winked at Igor again.
Igor, who was already standing in front of that door, stretched out his hand and pushed the metal door panel.
squeak-
The sound of the metal shaft turning makes people feel hairy.
And behind the opened door, there was a smell of blood...
"Well—" Igor's sense of smell has also become very sensitive, so standing here makes him feel quite uncomfortable.
"Here... let me do it." At this moment, Feng Bujue stepped forward, rushed into the room before Igor.
He was so sure because when he stood behind Igor, he had already confirmed that there was indeed nothing strange in the room...
This room is not very big, covering an area of about 30 square meters; the lights in the room are already on. The interior of the house can be seen at a glance; by the wall opposite to the doorway, there is an immovable cement platform, which is just enough for a person to lie down on the platform.
At this moment, the concrete platform looks like a chopping board that has been used repeatedly N times but has never been cleaned. Layers of blood stains of different shades cover its surface... It is also mixed with flesh, internal organs, hair, broken bones, etc. bones, and many other indistinguishable things.
"Explain, the principle of the ceremony." Feng Bujue stood in the room and looked around, then picked up the barefoot brother's head, looked directly at him and asked.
"We can cut people open without shedding a drop of blood." Brother Barefoot's answer contained a lot of information. "It is also possible for people to bleed without any wounds." As he spoke, he glanced at the surface of the concrete platform, "Under the blood stains, there is a magic circle for rituals. It is the Whisperer 'Painted, only 'he' knows how to use 'power'."
"'Whisperer'?" Feng Bujue gestured for a more detailed explanation in a tentative tone.
"I don't know what he is, all I have in my head is 'The Whisperer', as if I know how to walk." Barefoot Brother continued. "He looks just like us on the outside, except... he seems to know more than we do."
"Can the ceremony be performed only when the Whisperer is present?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"No. As long as the magic circle is drawn, anyone can finish it." The barefoot brother just spit out the word "成" when he felt something was wrong, "Hey! Hey! What are you going to do?"
Feng Bujue ignored him, he just took two steps forward and wiped the ceremony platform with his barefoot brother's face as if nothing had happened.
A few seconds later, he wiped away a large area of the blood with a series of rough movements of opening and closing, exposing the magic circle.
"Oh... the art department on King Solomon's side." Feng Bujue stared at the magic circle for a few seconds and murmured.
"Bastard! What are you doing!" The next second, the barefoot brother who was covered in filth yelled angrily.
Ignoring the other party's complaints, Feng Bujue silently engraved the magic circle in his mind, and then continued in a calm tone: "Okay, take us to the room where the experiment report is... Since you know it's not far from here, let It shouldn’t be a problem to locate the past here, right?”
"Damn it..." Brother Barefoot was furious, but he had no choice but to fall into someone else's hands; and on the way, Feng Bujue had already told him how he treated the previous monster... Barefoot Brother doesn't want to end up in the same way, or even worse.
So, he could only continue to swallow his anger and obediently point out the direction to Brother Jue and the others.
...
After coming out of the "ceremony room", turn right, pass two intersections, and then turn left, the first room is the "archive room".
The door here is also locked, and when Feng Bujue tried to pick the lock, he got a special system prompt: [This lock is rusted to death, and even the key cannot be opened. It seems that it is more difficult to open it with brute force Good choice].
"Well... the reminder is quite clear." When the voice rang in his ears, Feng Bujue thought in his heart, "However, without Igor's help here, how can the player open it alone?"
Although he has a set of ready-made solutions, he will still think about such problems, which often allows him to grasp more intelligence.
After about five seconds, Feng Bujue thought of three possible ways to open it:
First, lure a monster, use the movement, and use the power of the monster to open it for yourself.
The possibility of this hypothesis is the lowest, because it is too difficult to implement... Of course, it is not completely impossible, because the perspective of those monsters is very limited, and they usually have to go very close to find where the door is ;Plus... If the player runs with all his strength, the speed of those monsters is not much different. Originally, the script was designed as "When the player encounters the monster alone, he can use the maze-like terrain and the monster's perspective to escape ", therefore, Brother Jue still listed this as one of the possibilities.
Second, use the power of a certain NC to open the door.
This "NC" naturally does not refer to a hidden reward like Igor, but a character that has a certain relationship with the main line. Perhaps among those monsters, there are existences that can be negotiated, such as the "whisperer", or a victim who was transformed by the ritual... But this point, Brother Jue can't verify it for the time being.
Third, it is also a possibility with a relatively high probability—the player kicks the door open by himself.
Feng Bujue immediately tried this possibility...
But seeing that he didn't say anything else, he kicked towards the door lock with a roundabout kick (when kicking the door, side kicks and roundabout kicks are more efficient than kicking with the soles of the feet from the front, and most film and television works use front kicks to kick the door) The method is actually unscientific. For details, please refer to Bear Grylls' "Handbook of Extremis Survival") But... the door is still motionless.
At this moment, Feng Bujue came up with another inference: Assume that among the above three sets of plans, the probability of the first is too low to be feasible, and the situation of the second does not exist in essence; on the premise of only considering the third set of plans... As long as a certain prerequisite is established, the program can be realized.
And that "prerequisite" is - the player injects himself with VNO-9 and successfully mutates.
"Igor." After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue said, "Here... please come here."
Brother Jue still has no intention of implementing the conclusions derived from such multiple assumptions, but... After thinking about it this way, he has more confidence in the fact that "VNO-9 can successfully work on players". Simply put... because more information is known, this theoretical probability has been improved.
"Okay, no problem." Igor didn't know what Brother Jue was thinking, he just responded bluntly, then took three steps forward, and kicked sideways towards the door panel.
boom-
Igor's first kick was just to test it out and see what it felt like, so he didn't use his full strength.
However, even he himself didn't expect... This kick directly opened the heavy metal door, and even the wall next to the door lock was shattered. (.)