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On the wall the bed was leaning against, there were many faint scratches, all of which were carved with the same thing... four parallel vertical lines, plus a diagonal line drawn across these four lines.
This is usually a mark used by internees to count the days. If they were Chinese, they might have engraved the character "正", but on the wall in front of them, all these four vertical and one oblique marks were painted.
"Well... There are no less than six people who have carved marks on the wall alone..." Feng Bujue read as he walked over the marks.
It is not difficult to come to this conclusion. Although it is only engraved lines, the depth, length, and angle of each engraving are different. Moreover, in order to prevent confusion with other people's marks, everyone's marks are separated from other people's marks by a certain distance.
"If you want to leave marks on such a stone wall, you can't do it with your nails, you need tools." Feng Bujue knelt down on the bed, close to the wall, and touched and felt the marks with his palms: "These Everyone uses the same thing..." He looked around the room again: "And that thing is not in this room at the moment..." An answer appeared in his mind in a second: "Is it tableware..."
He carefully scanned the four walls, the ceiling, and the floor of the entire room, "Well... all the scratches are on the wall next to the bed, and none of the other places..."
"Assume that they can only get the tableware when eating, and they must return the tableware and plates after eating, otherwise they will be punished." Feng Bujue analyzed: "Then, the time to engrave these marks is Their meal time..." He turned his attention to those engravings again: "Because I sat on the bed to eat, so I carved it next to it after eating..."
"No!" Feng Bujue immediately denied this speculation.
He quickly came to the iron gate, and first looked outside through the iron window above. The corridor outside the door had a wooden floor and stone walls on both sides, and the ceiling height was slightly higher than that in this room. At the corner between the wall and the ceiling, a fluorescent tube is installed every other section. Looking out from the prison cell, there is nothing worth noting within the visible range, but the place 20 meters away is too dark to distinguish.
After looking roughly for a few seconds, Feng Bujue immediately lay down on the ground to observe the rectangular opening under the iron door. He almost pressed his face against it, sniffed the smell with his nose, and finally touched the opening with his hand. At the edge of the opening, he licked his fingers again... before standing up in satisfaction.
"Food has been stained on the upper and lower edges of the food delivery port, which means that someone is indeed using this port to pass food in." He cast his gaze to the corner of the room farthest from him, "and the bucket for excretion is placed in the The corner on the other side of the room..." He returned to the bed, thinking: "The range of activities of the prisoners obviously covers the entire room... They can go to the door to get food, and they can go to the corner on the other side for convenience. If these marks are Carved on cutlery, they could have been carved on any wall."
"Then... suppose there is no such thing as tableware..." Feng Bujue stood up again, standing in the middle of the room, performing Kudo Shinichi's signature pose, resting his elbow with one hand and his chin with the other.
He looked at the door, as if he was replaying fragments of the past in his eyes. In the picture in his brain, only a piece of bread and a plastic plate with soup were handed in through the opening.
"Hmm... It should be more likely that there is no tableware." Feng Bujue turned his attention to the marks on the wall again: "Okay, then what are these engraved with? And it must be engraved on this wall..."
With false assumptions ruled out, the answer is at hand.
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of Feng Bujue's mouth. He took a step forward and lifted up the sheet (note: the sheet and the mattress on this bed are the same thing), and saw the bed sheet he was looking for. s things.
This bed is a whole, no part can be disassembled, and all four legs are welded to the ground. The frame of the bed is entirely made of iron, and the bed board is not a wooden board, but a metal spring wound together.
However, some of these springs have been broken. Although the metal springs cannot be completely torn off from the bed, the broken end can be bent to the wall to engrave marks.
"It's no wonder that the engravings are all on the wall next to the bed, and they are all below a certain height. Due to the tension at the other end of the spring bars, they can't write steadily, and can only barely engrave straight lines." Feng Bujuehua After five minutes, he deduced the origin of the notch. For him, this process of observing the environment, collecting information, reasoning, and solving problems is simply infinite pleasure... It made him forget the faint pain in his body.
"There are no windows in this room, so you can't see the sunrise and sunset. Those who are locked here have to judge how many days have passed... they have to rely on their senses, biological clocks, and the number of times people outside give them meals as evidence." Feng Bu Jue started pacing back and forth: "Besides, it's not easy to find the tool for marking..." He thought thoughtfully: "Well... It seems that there are far more than six people who have been imprisoned in this room. It's just that among the many Among the prisoners, there are only six or seven of them who are fairly calm-headed, have relatively clear thinking, and have not given up trying to survive."
"The inscriptions all stopped on the ninth day, which means that these people did not stay here for more than ten days. They should be able to infer from the marks carved by their predecessors... on the tenth day, or the ninth day. At night, something will definitely happen. Judging from the current atmosphere, the probability of 1 is to be released, the probability of 1 is to change the room, and the remaining 98 is to be *lost..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly: "Humph... that's the case , all they can do is record the number of days they have been imprisoned on the wall."
He walked to the wall and leaned against his own height, "Without a synopsis, I can't be sure whether I'm playing Mad Bujue or someone else... um... the height seems to be about the same." He leaned against the wall at the same height as the top of his head, and after a visual inspection, it should be about 1.8 meters. "The clothes are my own, and the luggage column..." He then glanced at the game menu, the flashlight in the luggage column, the SC- 500, Ms. Moxxi's bad temper, and survival value supplements all turned into a gray state, and became a state that could not be taken out. "Cut... Sure enough." He said angrily.
"Okay... let me think about it... the guy dragging 'me' in the opening CG is only less than 1.7 meters tall, but he can drag an adult who is 1.8 meters tall with one hand." Feng Bujue speculated Looking at the strength of the OSS: "It must be more powerful than ordinary people... At least in terms of strength, it is about the same as my level 27 player. If that guy controls the food of these prisoners so that they only eat one meal a day, then he can definitely fight in the prison. Suppress all the prisoners here without using weapons."
Feng Bujue walked to the door: "What kind of person would imprison LAY like this... Killer, sadist, cannibal, mad scientist..." Combined with the few words that OSS had in the opening credits During the dialogue, Feng Bujue tapped his palm with his fist: "Well, scientist."
"The few words he said... are he talking to me? Or talking to himself?" Feng Bujue read: "Or, are they talking to me and talking to himself?"
While talking, he grabbed the iron grille of the small window above the iron door and tried to pull and push it a few times, but the door only made a rattling sound, and the door was obviously locked.
There are no door handles on both sides of the iron door, only a keyhole, because there is a small window at the top, and the door can be pulled without a handle.
Feng Bujue squatted down again, and looked into the keyhole, which was of course meaningless...
"Escape from the room... Hehe..." Feng Bujue confirmed the task content in the task bar again: "Since it is a script in the advanced stage of the game, and it is a single-player nightmare, it must be tailor-made for me... There is no need to think about breaking through the iron door with brute force. So, just find a way to unlock it... "
He took out the pipe wrench and started a carpet search. Starting from the side of the door, he tapped lightly inch by inch on the wall and the ground, looking for any mechanisms or interlayers, even the corners behind the small wooden cabinets and plastic buckets, he just put these two things together Get it out of the way and examine it carefully.
As a result, nothing was found...
So he started tearing the sheets. The bed sheet was quite thick, but it was stuffed with neither rotten cotton nor goose feathers, but rags, which looked like some old clothes were cut and shredded, with various colors and materials.
Feng Bujue didn't find anything from the sheets except rags, so... he put all the rags on the ground, trying to sort them...
He made different sorts according to color, material, and even area... but the result was meaningless. It seems that there is no rule to follow among these rags. But he still didn't give up, and tried to complete a puzzle with these mottled cloth strips...
After sitting on the ground and playing for half an hour, Feng Bujue finally gave up. After some attempts that were impossible for a normal person, he came to the conclusion that a normal person would make in a few seconds: this is a Just a pile of useless rags.
"Hey... What a waste of life, a pile of rubbish, even if we weave these rags into ropes, there is no place to hang yourself in this house." Feng Bujue laughed at himself: "Where else could the key be hidden?" Looking at the small wooden cabinet: "The three drawers of this cabinet are already empty." He then looked at the blue plastic bucket: "That bucket... there is nearly three inches of feces and urine at the bottom, which may hide the key. It's not without sex..." He swallowed: "The bottom of the bucket is too deep, and it's inconvenient to bend down to find it. But if I pour out the contents of the bucket and find nothing, this place... "
He wanted to drive the weird thoughts out of his mind, but he came to the small wooden cabinet first. This time he simply pulled out all three drawers from the cabinet and placed them on the floor. Then put the small wooden cabinet horizontally on the ground, reached in and touched it, but unfortunately, there was nothing but dust. After careful knocking, I didn't find any settings such as a cassette.
The three drawers were placed side by side on the ground at this moment. The wooden board was only so thick that there was no interlayer without inspection, and the puzzle solving was once again at a dead end.
"Is it really hidden in shit... It's too much..." Feng Bujue turned his head and took a deep look at the plastic bucket in the corner of the room, "What kind of script is this, it's too compelling..."
He suddenly had another idea: "Hey! If I dump the contents of the bucket into three drawers, it won't be all over the floor... The drawers are relatively shallow and easy to find."
Thinking of this, he was really ready to do it. Immediately stood up, carrying a drawer and walking towards the plastic bucket. Fortunately, at this moment, his eyes caught something.
"Oh!" Feng Bujue picked up the drawer and looked at the bottom of the drawer, "Hahahahahaha!" After laughing wildly for a while, he turned the other two drawers upside down.
It turned out that the bottoms of the three drawers each had a word written in blood. Feng Bujue arranged them according to their up and down positions when they were inserted in the wooden cabinet, and the information he got was: the back of the top drawer was written "bed", the middle drawer was written "key", and the bottom drawer was written " bracket".
"The key is hidden in..." Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and looked at the bed again. He walked over, tapped here and there with the pipe wrench, and soon discovered something strange.
On the outer side of the bed, the horizontal bracket parallel to the bed board is hollow, while the one against the wall is solid. Feng Bujue started from one end of the bed, from bottom to top, knocked on the bracket inch by inch, and finally when he hit the middle part, he heard movement inside.
"You actually hid the key in such a place... Did someone find it?" Feng Bujue cursed in a low voice.
In fact, he has nothing to complain about. Isn’t there a reminder written on the back of the drawer? The location can only be confirmed by the reminder. Otherwise, who would know that in such a place...
Bang bang bang, even knocking and twisting, the iron bed didn't even have a dent.
"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue said: "The fine-grade pipe wrench is not damaged at all. Could it be that you are trying to imply that there is a chainsaw hidden in that dung bucket?"
He sat cross-legged on the ground, after cosplaying Kudo Shinichi, now he started to learn how to hold back his ideas...
"Yes!" Feng Bujue really had an idea.
With the mentality that he would not get pregnant even if he tried, he used [Not So Hasty Repair] on that bed once, but he did not expect to catch up with the skill failure... 60 success rate and [Ice Alchemist] Perseverance] With the bonus that the activation success rate of all active skills increased by 10, he still failed...
This can't help but make Feng Bujue start to doubt whether his thoughts are wrong.
However, the 200 stamina was in vain, and it still didn't make him retreat. Anyway, this skill has no CD, so he used it again. This time, the skill was successfully used, and the appearance of the bed changed.
"Sure enough! This is counted as a mechanical creation!" Feng Bujue was overjoyed. This inseparable bed made of pure metal looks simple and clear in structure, but it is also reasonable to be classified as a mechanical creation. Because there is one and only one organ on it.
Just like the communication equipment repaired by Feng Bujue in Shenyou Village, this bed is also the kind of object that cannot be observed from the game menu, but can be repaired. After Feng Bujue used skills to restore it to [Normal] quality, all the rust on the bed disappeared, and the springs that were partially broken on the bed board also returned to their original positions.
The most critical change lies in the two ends of the bracket on the outside, that is, the two junction points where the iron bar connects the head and the end of the bed. There were two extra metal machine wedges. Originally, these two parts had been rusted and ground flat, and the outline could not be seen at all. But at this time, as long as Feng Bujue lifts them separately with the pipe wrench, they can be activated.
Then, after working for a few minutes, he successfully removed the metal bracket from the bed.
Leaving the bed, the bracket becomes a hollow iron rod two meters long. But all boys, when holding similar things, will have an urge to imitate a certain monkey. For some reason, this passion still has no meaning to fade after adulthood. I don’t know if it will disappear when I am not as good as middle-aged...
Closer to home, Feng Bujue erected the hollow bracket and knocked it on the ground twice. I thought the key would fall down the hollow tube, but when I took the stick away, nothing fell out.
"Yeah..." Feng Bujue picked up the iron rod, closed one eye, and looked in with the other eye. You could see some light coming through from the other end. There was indeed a small object in the middle of the rod. The outline of the key should be correct, but for some reason, this thing just won't fall out.
Feng Bujue tried turning the stick over again to see if there would be a response from the other end down, but the result was still the same, it couldn't fall out. He became furious, sat on the ground, held a stick horizontally, and beat it with a pipe wrench for a while... He picked it up and saw that the position of the key remained the same.
"What kind of setting is this... It will move when knocked through the pipe, which means that it is not fixed or welded to the inner wall, but the pipe cannot be poured out when it is erected..." He double-checked that the metal bracket was not there. When the two ends are narrow and the middle is wide, "It's only the first puzzle. Is it necessary to get to this level... What else do I need?"
This "what else do I need" muttering to himself suddenly inspired Feng Bujue.
"Wait, could it be..." he thought as he reached into his jacket pocket. The previous soaps, candles and numbers were all casually stored in it.
"Puzzle solving so far, leaving aside the reasoning part... In actual operation, my skill [Not-so-sloppy repair] and equipment [Mario's pipe wrench] are both necessary. Without these two, it is impossible to proceed Up to this point." Feng Bujue said: "Since the system is a script designed to confuse me, then..."
At this time, he took out the [Anti-Gravity Catapult] from his luggage. This item did not turn gray, so...
Feng Bujue pressed the catch button of the catapult to levitate the candle, and then adjusted the candle to a suitable angle with his hands. Then, he stuffed one end of the candle into one end of the hollow bracket, and sure enough... it fit perfectly, just fit it in.
"Well, designing the puzzles in this way also has some advantages. At least when I solve it, I can easily know that I am right..." Feng Bujue said, and pressed the launch button. RS
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