[Crazy Unconscious, Level 18]
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"Welcome to Horror Paradise." The voice this time surprised Feng Bujue, because it was his own voice.
[The loading is complete, you are currently in single-entry survival mode (nightmare).]
[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance of branch/hidden missions and special world views.]
[Script clearance reward: Randomly select a piece of available elite equipment.]
[The introduction to the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the play is completed.]
The rewards for clearing the level on Nightmare difficulty are really good. Last time, the reward for clearing Hirata’s script was to draw two puzzle cards at a time. This time, he directly took the equipment. However, Feng Bujue made this script mainly to pass the awkward non-sleep mode game time from 10:30 to the early morning. He himself is not very optimistic about the prospect of clearing the level... [Overlapping time and space, death game, Endless terror, the nightmare of reincarnation.]
There was no opening cg, and the system voice only gave this inexplicable sentence. When the voice fell, Feng Bujue was already standing in a corridor, and he could move freely.
The floor and walls of the corridor are all made of wood, the kind of wood that feels very thick, and it doesn't look like it can be pierced. The overall color tone of the corridor is brown, it cannot be said to be spotless, but it is relatively clean, at least there is no musty smell and big beach of dirty things. The lighting equipment is overhead, and there is an overhead light embedded in the ceiling at intervals. Looking forward, there is no dazzling weird wallpaper, no carpet, no decorations or doors, this is just a very monotonous corridor.
"Oh... this is a non-existent script introduction..." After hearing that sentence, Feng Bujue reached out to search his pocket. If an alkman popped out of nowhere in his pocket at this moment, and there was a message left on the tape, That would be easier to understand.
"Hello, Feng Bujue, I want to play a game with you."
Suddenly, the voice rang out, it was really the iconic, hoarse and deep voice in Chainsaw. Feng Bujue raised his head following the sound, and saw a camera probe and a square broadcast speaker at the corner between the ceiling and the wall, at a height of nearly three meters.
"Is that guy from the chainsaw door coming again..." Feng Bujue looked at the camera with a stressed expression on his face.
The voice paused for a second before continuing: "You have always regarded solving mysteries as a kind of fun, and you firmly believe that any game will eventually have rules and answers.
Collecting information and reasoning has become your habit and hobby. You think that, except for the inevitable purely armed conflict, you can solve everything as long as you use your brain.
But you will soon realize that your thinking may not be right.
At this moment, a toxin is already lurking in your body... "
When he heard this sentence, Feng Bujue opened the game menu, and saw that he was indeed in the state of [Poisoned], which was the same situation as when he encountered the script of the chainsaw last time.
"Once the poison is released, you will be directly judged as a failure to clear the level. Even scp-500 cannot remove this poison." The voice immediately said such a sentence, instantly denying Feng Bujue's first thought at this moment. This countermeasure dispelled his idea of taking the panacea.
"You have a total of ninety-two minutes to find four unique chemical potions, and mix these four potions to get the antidote." The voice began to read the rules: "During this time, You will meet some people, witness some things, what you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment."
Feng Bujue had already used [Decisive Victory Thousand Miles] at this time, and wanted to check the boss's information, but nothing was displayed... "As your old friend, I will give you special treatment, so that you will be free from the burden of fighting factors." Concentrate on solving puzzles." The voice finally said: "Now, the game begins."
[You have obtained special items*2]
[The main task has been triggered]
[Looking for Chemical Agents (0/4)]
Feng Bujue was still thinking about the meaning of the phrase "old friend", and the system prompts appeared one after another.
"Old friend?" Feng Bujue muttered: "Is it really that guy from Chainsaw before? That boss who can pass mission items between two scripts?" Here, I played the role of a reporter named Arthur Siegel, but this time he directly called me Feng (Crazy) unconsciously... The name has changed and he said he was an old friend?"
While Feng Bujue was thinking, he opened the menu, checked his luggage, and wondered what the so-called "special treatment" could be.
As a result... he saw something remarkable.
[Name: One Hit Kill Gun]
[Type: Weapon]
[Tomato: Legend]
[Attack power:? ? ?]
[attribute xìng: none]
[Special Effect: Must Kill]
[Equipment conditions: shooting specialist jīngf]
[Whether the script can be brought out: No]
[Remarks: This gun has unlimited bullets, and none of its parts can be disassembled or reloaded. When shooting, only and only one bullet needs to be fired at the current target. As long as you roughly aim at the target and pull the trigger, the bullet will definitely hit and kill with one hit.]
Feng Bujue's first thought when he saw this thing was: When the script is over, he must go to the scare box to see the changes in the properties of this thing, as well as the price... and the second extra item, The attributes are also shocking:
[Name: Contra Medal*4]
[Type: Drama Related]
[Tomato: Legend]
[Function: Can bear death on behalf of the player (cannot be traded, discarded, or taken out of the bag)]
[Whether the script can be brought out: No]
[Remarks: Strange, why not thirty? Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, b, a...]
"Hey... what's the situation..." Feng Bujue looked at the two items, the corner of his mouth twitched and said: "This is not an old friend's problem, right? My son is nothing more than that!" He paused: "Look This means... this level is pure puzzle solving, and it's rare to be like a piece of shit, right... "
Feng Bujue rationalized what he just heard in his head: there is not much information at the moment, and there are some inexplicable situations, for example: since this boss gave me four lives, plus a one-hit kill weapon, Didn't think of giving me a timekeeping item like a watch? It's a full ninety-two minutes. Does this guy even know that I can calculate the time in my head? Wait... He seems to know what's in my bag and what those things do, otherwise why would he declare that scp-500 is ineffective
Feng Bujue didn't think about it for too long, so he seized the time and moved forward. From entering the script, to listening to the rules, to observing objects, thinking, etc., it actually took him less than five minutes in total.
Originally... When Feng Bujue entered this nightmare difficulty single-entry book, he didn't think that he had to pass the level, but now, the situation is different. The voice on the radio successfully seduced... oh no, it aroused his interest. You can say that he is a scum with only five combat powers, and he won't be angry at all, but you can't say that he can't solve puzzles, and you even gave him such a powerful item, and put on an expression of "I'm sorry you can't pass the level." attitude.
Feng Bujue, who is addicted to reasoning, will definitely die when he encounters this kind of provocation. He decided to solve all the puzzles, rushed all the way to the boss, and said with a contemptuous look: "Hand over your knee." Only when he is satisfied, can he give up.
... Where Feng Bujue stood at first, there was a wall behind him, so he had only one way to go.
Walking all the way, about five or six minutes later, the scenery in the corridor remained unchanged, repeating itself over and over again. At this time, no matter looking forward or looking backward, it is symmetrical like a mirror image. If the player closes his eyes and turns around a few times, he may not be able to tell which side it is from.
After walking another distance, a slightly open space finally appeared in front of the corridor. This is a fan-shaped area, which is directly connected to the corridor, and there is no door to separate it. Through the opening, the walls on both sides extend obliquely towards the front.
On the opposite side is a curved wall. There is an entrance every half a meter or so on the wall. There are four entrances in total. These entrances have door frames and door panels, and they are all open at the moment. Behind the four doors, there is a corridor that is exactly the same as the one that Feng Bujue walked through just now.
"Cut... what is this? I thought there would be such a complicated maze and difficult puzzles. Isn't it just four roads leading to four bottles of potions? Then there is a room at the end of each road, Play a game of self-mutilation in a secret room or something, hmph... what's so strange about it?" Feng Bujue said in a disdainful tone, as a way to vent his displeasure.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of someone running. Listen carefully, it was the sound of hurried footsteps plus heavy panting... The sound came from the first door on the far left in front, from far to near, When approaching a certain distance, it may be that the runner has seen someone entering the exit, so he started to shout, but the content of the shout was: "It's all wrong! You are all wrong!"
Feng Bujue felt familiar when he heard the yelling. However, just to be on the safe side, he still took out the pipe wrench in one hand, and held the one-hit killer gun in the other. Life.
But a few seconds later, when the fugitive rushed into the fan-shaped area from the corridor behind the first door, Feng Bujue was stunned.
It was a man in a long purple suit with blood on his body and bruises all over his body... and that man's appearance was the same as Feng Bujue's.
[You will encounter some people and witness some things. What you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment.]
The words I heard earlier flashed in my mind... "You..." Feng Bujue is still relatively calm at the moment, there must be a reasonable explanation for the scene in front of him, this guy who looks the same as himself is probably a phantom, Or a machine, a copy, some kind of monster with the ability to imitate, etc... This is a nightmare script of a thriller paradise, any setting can happen, and even everything around is the psychological world of a psychopath It's all possible, and there's no reason to panic about it.
The wounded Feng Bujue didn't show any surprise when he saw this Feng Bujue. He seemed to know that the other party was here, so he yelled when he approached the door. At this moment, he immediately opened his mouth and shouted: "Don't..."
Bang—a gunshot, Feng Bujue, who escaped from the first door, was hit by a bullet shot from behind, and the bullet hit the neck, the shot passed through the neck It made him fail to say the content after "You don't want to..." before he died.
Feng Bujue saw the other self being shot down, and rushed forward. His first reaction was to use scp-500 and survival value supplements together, to see if he could save the other party, and let him speak use up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took the first step out, before he had time to take out the items from the bag, Feng Bujue, who was shot, turned into white light and dissipated. This other scene of his own death is the same as when the real player was over... "Is he just an illusion? Or..." Feng Bujue's thoughts turned like a storm, [Overlapping time and space, death game, endless Horror, the nightmare of reincarnation] This passage flashed in an instant, "... Or did I come back from another timeline?"
His gaze moved away from the already empty floor and looked towards the first door. At this moment, Feng Bujue's sight was at an obtuse angle of about 120 degrees to the corridor behind that door. Thinking about what is going on with the chase in front of me: "If it is me who died, the [Contra Medal] should be effective... Maybe the resurrection of the medal is to turn the player into a white light and send it to another place? Or, this 'I' already used up all four medals?"
Feng Bujue held his breath and listened to the sounds in the corridor. He didn't dare to show his head rashly, because the weapon used by the other party was a gun, and the marksmanship was obviously accurate. From this angle, he was still safe, but if he poked his head out, he might... "No... If it's 'me' , why did he die? Can a bullet that hits the neck kill me? The supplements on that 'me' have run out? And has the survival value bottomed out?" He thought of this, shocked Said: "[One hit kill gun]!"
Feng Bujue instinctively gripped the gun in his hand even tighter: "Could it be that I was the one who shot?" He moved forward a few more steps, leaning his back against the wall next to the first door, hiding by the door : "Hey! The one who shot! Are you me!" He simply yelled there, and asked a question that sounded very nonsensical.
The sound transmission effect of these corridors is a bit weird, even very subtle sounds can be transmitted quite far, but speech can only travel to short and medium distances, and it will not cause echoes.
Feng Bujue roared again: "Even if you're not me, why don't you just reply?"
No one responded to him... Listening carefully, from the sound of the gunshot to the present, there has been no movement in that corridor, including the footsteps of the shooter leaving. So there is a great possibility that at this moment in that corridor, someone is standing, squatting or lying down, holding a gun in his hand, aiming steadily at the entrance of the first door, waiting for the entrance from outside. Unable to restrain himself, he poked his head and shot it down.
Feng Bujue himself also understood that the person he saw just now may not be himself in a different timeline, it may just be that he was thinking too much, maybe it was really a phantom used to confuse the public, and the shooter also It's just a long-range elite monster. It's even possible... There were no shooters in that corridor at all. The gunshots and the death of another self are just hallucinations, a kind of drama. Anyway, now that the bodies are gone, and there are no bullet holes around, how can we prove that these things really happened
"Hmm... How about taking a look and confirming..." Feng Bujue thought, but then he thought... What if my guess is correct? If the person in that corridor is really his future self, then... what will happen
"If that's me too, and it's me in the near future, he knows the decision-making and thinking process I'm about to make. Whether I think forward, reverse, or even don't think, he knows what I will eventually do." Feng Bujue's mind became more and more chaotic: "Well... But why didn't he communicate with me, why did he kill the other me? What did he go through, or what I will go through in a while, which led to him chasing and killing himself? ?”
"What does 'You're all wrong' mean...'Don't do it again'?" Feng Bujue broke out in a cold sweat: "Where is this handsome guy who was killed, and that handsome guy who killed him? Which one is doing the right thing?" Since playing the game until now, this is the first time he has encountered this kind of predicament, as if no matter how he thinks about it: "Heh... hehe..." For more than ten seconds Finally, Feng Bujue sneered: "The only one who can stump me is myself." He made a very narcissistic remark, and at the same time made up his mind, put away his weapon, and shouted: "Whether there Is it me, I surrender to you now. I will come out slowly, if you want to communicate with me, we will talk, if you think you must kill me, then do it!"
As Feng Bujue spoke, he moved towards the first entrance. At this moment, he chose to believe in himself, he believed in the speculations made by his current self, and he also believed in the decisions made by his future self.
Of course, the most important thing is that he has the [Contra Medal] on him as a guarantee.
At this moment, Feng Bujue seemed to understand why he got four medals and a pistol. I'm afraid these are just the basic conditions for this script to pass the level...