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We sometimes see a trick played by the host on some guessing variety shows. For example, there are three baffles on the scene, and the host tells the contestants that behind one of the baffles is a brand new car, while there is nothing behind the other two. He then asked the contestants to choose a piece to open.
The contestant chose the first panel, and at this moment, the presenter, who knew which panel had the car hidden behind it, came to the third panel and opened it, revealing nothing behind it. The host then walked up to the contestants and said, "Do you still want to choose the first bezel now? Do you want to change your choice?"
Most people will not change their choices because of paranoia or fear, thinking that the host is using reverse psychology to try to fall into a trap. But in fact, no matter where the car is, leaving aside emotional factors, based on statistics, and making a choice according to the change of the variance, you should choose the second baffle.
Feng Bujue's failure to enter the first door was due to multiple considerations, whether what he saw before was the self after time and space overlapped, or a pure hallucination, whether it was a disturbance or a reminder. Choosing to enter other corridors does not reduce the possibility of finding the potion, but the probability of encountering danger, or "wrong choice", is lower than walking through the first door.
The priority exploration of other paths can also be used as evidence for what happened in the first path. After collecting more script information, it may be possible to explain the previous scene more accurately.
Tap, tap, high-frequency footsteps.
After entering the third door, Feng Bujue started to run in the corridor. He ran extremely fast, and his figure was like a purple cheetah, gliding across the corridor. He knew in his heart that in this stereotyped corridor, he couldn't waste any more time.
The first twenty-three minutes were almost over, and he still didn't find a bottle of potion. Even after finding the potion, he probably still has to spend time unlocking a few chainsaw doors. That kind of game can be said to refresh the mind and strengthen the body. If it is played in reality, in addition to causing permanent disability and psychological shadow, there is a high probability of death. In the thriller paradise, taking the current script as an example, if you don't play well, your survival value or time will be greatly lost, and the Contra Medal will be presented.
[Jazz Dance]It was a blessing among misfortunes for Feng Bujue that he didn't get blown up in the previous script. time to come.
"Eh?" Feng Bujue ran, and saw a door popping out from the side of the corridor ahead, a wooden door that looked quite old.
This is in the middle of the corridor. I don’t know how long the road ahead is, but there are rooms in this corridor, which is a bit unexpected. I thought that these monotonous corridors are just passages that consume the player’s time, connecting different FLAG locations. Unexpectedly, there are actually some settings along the way.
Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door without hesitation, and reached out to pull the doorknob. He must go in, what if there is a bottle of potion inside? No one said that the potion must be at the end of the corridor. Besides, whether there is an end to the corridor, and whether there is a potion at the end, there is a question mark, just like what will emerge from behind the door in front of you, it is unknown.
The door was opened, and it was very quiet, without the creaking sound of wood that Feng Bujue imagined. It was dark inside, and the lights in the corridor were swallowed up by the darkness when they reached the door. Feng Bujue was not in a hurry to go in, he took out the flashlight and shone in, first to see the internal situation clearly.
It was a small, empty room without any furniture. There were some empty cardboard boxes and large baskets piled up in the corner. There was even a window in the room, but it was tightly sealed by a layer of iron plates. There were no other doors in the room, and there was no carpet on the floor. The floor is different from the corridor outside, it looks very worn out, uneven, and there are some mottled marks, which seem to be caused by moths.
It's hard to say what clues or items are hidden in this room, but what is certain is that there is no one in it, and there is no place for people to hide.
Feng Bujue observed it for more than ten seconds, then stepped in.
When he stepped into the door with both feet, and the whole person was in this small room, a strong chill seized him, it felt like standing in the ice and snow wearing a thin shirt in winter, this cold It's so real, it's definitely not caused by psychological factors.
"Hey... what kind of air conditioner is this? Standing one step outside the door is still at room temperature..." Feng Bujue wasn't afraid anyway, he was still talking to himself relaxedly.
He raised the flashlight, and was about to look around the corners and see the blind spots outside the house. At this moment, the door behind him moved by itself, and closed quietly just as it opened...
"Close the door again?" Feng Bujue seemed a little impatient with the situation of being closed and killed after entering the claustrophobic space. He turned around and grabbed the doorknob, turning it vigorously, trying to open the door.
As a result... it really failed.
After the door was closed, Feng Bujue was like being imprisoned, and the chill in the room became even stronger. Feng Bujue couldn't resist the door, and he was still out of breath, and the flashlight showed the bursts of white air exhaled from his mouth.
"Okay, okay... this is a time-wasting trap, you can only get out after solving the puzzle, right?" Feng Bujue shook his head, turned around quickly, and began to search the house rather helplessly.
He looked at the four corners, they were all normal, there was nothing there, and then he walked towards the waste cardboard boxes and empty baskets in the corner, at this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly felt something...
He realized that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from above.
Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, and at the same time moved the light of the flashlight upwards, and then saw... In the middle of the ceiling, there was a shadow formed by air floating, its shape was not very clear, it seemed to be the shadow of a person. Its body pressed against the ceiling as if to block or swallow the light, and when the flashlight hit it, the halo of light was separated around its body.
Feng Bujue stared at this guy calmly, and it was also overlooking Feng Bujue. This weird atmosphere didn't last long, and the shadow gradually faded and disappeared...
Unexpectedly, about three seconds after it completely disappeared, suddenly, two faint blue light beams shot from above, exactly where the shadow's eyes were.
Any normal person standing here would be startled, but Feng Bujue just stood there motionless, without even shaking his hands, and said weakly, "You're so startled... you're quite lively." …”
At this time, the shadow jumped down from above, Feng Bujue took a quick step back, avoided it easily, and took out the [One Hit Kill Gun], pointed at the other side and said, "What do you want to do?"
The shadow gradually became clear and real from a state of nothingness, and he became a black human figure, who looked like the gang of murderers who fell on Conan's hands, except that his eyes were blue, and There are also weird folds on his body, and blood-like liquid can be faintly seen flowing in the folds, as if this guy's blood vessels grow outside his body and are transparent.
"Can you tell ghost stories?" The shadow spoke, and the voice sounded like a middle-aged man.
"You... Hahahahaha..." Feng Bujue didn't know which nerve was wrong, he suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny, and this sentence hit his point of laughter. After about ten seconds, he barely controlled it. Controlling his emotions, he said, "I warn you, I'm in a hurry."
"Tell a ghost story." Shadow said again.
Feng Bujue put down the gun. He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to kill this guy with one blow, but he was worried that if he killed this guy, he might be trapped in this room and couldn't get out. "If I say... Any good?" he asked.
Although it seems to be such a simple and random question, Feng Bujue thought it carefully. He didn't ask "Will you let me go out after I tell you?", but asked "What are the benefits", so that the other party's answer would be There are more possibilities. If the FLAG of this room is to tell a story and then open the door, then it doesn’t matter how you ask; but if after telling a ghost story, there are other benefits besides going out, then you can get all the information in advance by asking the question unconsciously. award.
"If you can scare me, I will let you out." Shadow replied.
"Then I'll kill you with one shot, and then go out, wouldn't it be easy?" Feng Bujue didn't raise his gun, he was just probing with words.
"Hmm..." The shadow was actually thinking, "Okay, if the story you tell scares me, I will not only let you out, but also send you directly to the "cell" at the end of this corridor. Run there, right? That's a long way."
Having said that, Feng Bujue understood everything. He could go out if he took a gun to kill it, but he couldn't get back the time he wasted here. As for the storytelling... Although it takes a few more minutes to get in, it can reach the end of the corridor directly. Maybe it can save some time, God knows how long the second half of the corridor is...
"Okay, then I'll tell you one thing." Feng Bujue seemed to be familiar with this matter, he used the light of the flashlight to illuminate his face from bottom to top, and said in a gloomy tone and deep voice: "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver..."
Seeing this, I think everyone should understand why Feng Bujue was banned from contacting children...
"...he often has to work late. One day, when he passed a relatively unfamiliar road, he saw a woman in white waving at him in front of him..." Feng Bujue chose a not-so-long story, even though he was telling it With the skill of a gentleman, it is fine to tell a joke for an hour, or even conceive and dictate a short horror story, but at this moment, he naturally kept the length as short as possible: "The driver didn't think too much, he Stop the car.
The woman opened the rear door and sat in the car. She seemed to weigh very little, and the driver didn't feel any ups and downs in the car when she got in. The driver asked her, 'Where are you going? ' while moving his gaze to the rearview mirror... ” RS
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