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[Crazy, level 27] [Please select the game mode you want to join.][You have chosen the single-player survival mode (nightmare), please confirm.][Confirmed, script generation...][Loading started, please wait. ] "Welcome to Horror Paradise." The familiar lines sounded again. [The loading is complete, you are currently in the single-player survival mode (nightmare).][This mode provides a brief introduction to the script, and there is a chance of sidelines/hidden tasks and special world views.][Script clearance reward: Randomly draw a puzzle card.][The introduction of the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is completed.]Chi—chi—the moment the opening CG started, there was this sound, which seemed to be the movement of objects rubbing against the floor. The picture in front of Feng Bujue was pitch black at first, but after a few seconds, as if opening his eyelids, a gap opened in the middle of the picture and expanded, allowing him to gradually see the scene in front of him clearly. The picture is very blurry, there is a short and thin figure in front of him, looking at the outline, it is a man wearing a blood-stained shirt and overalls, walking in front of Feng Bujue. And Feng Bujue, or the character played by Feng Bujue at this moment, was lying on the ground, and the figure from behind was pulling his foot and dragging him through a long corridor. "Don't worry... everything will be fine... there must be something wrong... I will find a way..." the figure in front of him said to himself. Feng Bujue has no consciousness at this moment, and he can't control the movement of the camera, because this is still the opening CG stage, and he is just watching an event experienced by others from a first-person perspective. About thirty seconds later, the figure stopped in front of an iron door at the end of the corridor. Then, there was a slight sound of metal clashing. The door opened, and Feng Bujue watched helplessly as he was dragged into a room similar to a prison cell, the screen shook twice, and finally pointed at the ceiling. Then, there was the sound of the little man leaving the room and locking the door, until he went out, he was still chanting those few words over and over again. [Important note: Items of type "consumables" cannot be used in this scenario, nor can equipment and tools powered by consumables (ammunition, batteries, etc.) be used. ] "TF?" Feng Bujue cursed in his heart: "I didn't tell me half a sentence of the plot introduction. Why did you mention such a harsh restriction first?" He scolded too early, because the script will officially start in the next second up. No synopsis at all... Feng Bujue's gaze immediately coincided with the last scene of the opening CG, and he became lying on the ground, facing the ceiling. The moment he gained mobility and consciousness. Immediately there was a piercing pain all over his body. This painful feeling is unbelievable, as if every bone in the body is broken, the surface of the skin is burnt extensively, and there are countless bugs crawling under the skin... Of course, the painful feeling simulated by the system has been weakened. mentioned. The player's extreme pain will not exceed the strength of the hammer hitting the finger, otherwise there will be a danger of coma. Pain, though limited in intensity, is rich in form, though. When the feelings like the ones described above happen to your body, you can't mention how cool it is. In reality, Feng Bujue has never experienced this kind of physical sensation. Even though he is a person with great endurance, he still has a slight urge to push at this moment. [The main task has been triggered] [Find a way to stop the loss of survival points] Feng Bujue heard the system prompt. Immediately open the task bar to view the content of that task, at the same time. He also found that the survival value was decreasing at a rate of 1% per second. "What the hell script is this!" Feng Bujue gritted his teeth and sat up. Just this action caused a burning sensation to his entire spine, and the muscles in his back and arms also felt numb. He quickly began to observe the surrounding environment, resisting the interference of pain, forcibly concentrating, and keeping his brain running at a high speed. Consumables cannot be used in this script, which means that Feng Bujue cannot use the blood bottle to restore blood. Fortunately, he went to the mall to buy five bottles of survival value supplements (middle) before entering the script, but it turned out to be useless. Even theoretically speaking, Feng Bujue only has less than one minute and forty seconds to complete this first task. Once this time is exceeded, this will become his last task. "The way to stop... the way to stop... "Feng Bujue repeated this sentence over and over again, which allowed him to concentrate better. He first glanced at the entire cell. There was no window in the cell, but only one door. The door was made of iron, and there was a Small iron windows, from which the light in the corridor shines in, covering most of the cell in a kind of hazy light. There is a rectangular horizontal opening under the iron door, which can just send food in. The four walls of the room are The stone wall is full of thickness, and the floor and ceiling are made of cement. A simple bed is placed against the wall, and the sheets have been stained with blood so that the original color cannot be seen clearly. There are no pillows and bedding on the bed, and the four feet of the bed are separated The ground is not high enough for a person to lie under the bed. The frame of the bed is made of iron, which is welded to the wall and cannot be moved. In the corner farthest from the door, there is a large blue plastic bucket. Judging by the smell from inside, that thing is probably the toilet. In another corner of the room, there is a small wooden cabinet about one meter high, with three drawers from top to bottom. Feng Bujue saw it That cabinet rushed over without saying a word. In this case, no matter what is in these three drawers, the player has to open it before talking. In the top drawer, there is a piece of dirty soap. Although it is Dirty, but judging from the shape, this piece of soap is very complete, a very standard rectangle, as if it was just taken out of a mold. The appearance of this thing is really a bit unclear. There are even There is no sewer, and the feces and urine are all packed in plastic buckets, so naturally there will be no faucets for water. Put a piece of soap here, what do you want the prisoners to do? Wash your hands with saliva? Feng Bujue has no time to look at the items carefully Explain, so he first put this thing on the top of the small wooden cabinet, and then went to open the second drawer. The middle drawer is more interesting. Inside is a candle, white, about fifteen centimeters, compared to The fingers are slightly thicker." What's the matter... Soap but no tap water, candles and no matches... The chainsaw doesn't have such fun. "Feng Bujue said, put the candle on the top of the cabinet, and then went to open the third drawer. The bottom drawer is very sharp, and there is a small wooden comb inside. "Ha... ha ha..." Feng Bujue He laughed a few times, at this moment he has almost forgotten, or he has adapted to the physical pain. Compared with this discomfort, these three things he discovered during the puzzle solving process made him feel more painful. "Okay ... There is no hint, so in this situation, what do you want me to do... "Feng Bujue said. Exactly one minute has passed, Feng Bujue's survival value is 39% left, and he still has 38 seconds to consider." Players can't take off their clothes in the script, so it can be ruled out. The possibility of exploding one's own chrysanthemums with candles..." Feng Bujue rubbed his chin and said, "Eat soap? Eating candles? His eyes moved to the bucket: "Or eat shit?" He shook his head: "There is no necessary connection between these behaviors and the loss of survival points." "He thought of this, and his gaze returned to the small comb in his hand, "Since you can't think of a logically related method, then use all the props one by one...start with the simplest one. "As he said, he combed his hair twice with the small comb. Unexpectedly, before the second comb was finished, the system prompt sounded. [The current task is completed, the main task has been updated] The loss of survival value is actually Stop, Feng Bujue's blood volume is now 26%. At the beginning of the script, it was less than 30% left. I am afraid this is the first time. The previous [Find a way to stop the loss of survival points] After ticking it, a new instruction appeared in the task bar: [Escape from the room] "Huh? "Feng Bujue looked at the comb in his hand: "Although there is no need to try to eat all kinds of strange things, this is too..." He was halfway through speaking, and suddenly found something, he took the small wooden comb in front of his eyes, Looking closer, I found two very small letters engraved on the handle of the comb: AA "Hmm... it seems to be a limited edition. "Feng Bujue said half-jokingly. He took three items, went to the bedside and sat down, put all three items on the bed, picked them up one by one, and looked at them carefully. With the completion of the task just now, Feng Bujue The pain suddenly lightened. Although he still felt a little dull pain, he was much more comfortable than when he first started. If you want to compare it, it is the difference between hanging and wearing a neckband... He watched it for five or six minutes, and the soap was nothing special. Yes, there are no patterns on the surface, and the smell is not very fragrant. It feels like the most primitive kind of laundry soap. The candle is also a very ordinary candle, and there are no engravings on these two items. "Hmm... is this the only special comb?" ..." He picked up the small wooden comb again, and looked in all directions, except for A. In addition to the word A, he made another discovery... The hair left on the comb is golden yellow and looks like short hair. "The little man who dragged me in earlier had brown hair..." Feng Bujue muttered as he recalled, "Did the other prisoners in this cell have used it..." He was thinking, and his eyes were also slowing down. Moving slowly, when his gaze swept to the wall next to the bed, he made a new discovery... "Ha, it seems that there are quite a few people who have been imprisoned here..." () RT
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