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Feng Bujue looked at the remark of the item and said: "Although it still feels a little nonsensical, it is also a reminder." He touched his nose, "The red key is hidden in the red place, so the yellow, blue, black , white, and gray are hidden in the corresponding places of the five colors?"
He put the keys away, and the first question in his mind was: "Could the yellow one be hidden in shit?" With this question in mind, he left the kitchen and walked to the third room.
The room was on the opposite side of the corridor, and there was only a small window in it, and it was nailed up by several wooden boards. Although the windows in the other rooms could not let in light, this one was very dark.
The stench in the room was unbearable, and the wide wooden floor was covered with a layer of dust. Feng Bujue had switched his gloves to display mode, and freed one hand to cover his mouth and nose, so as to resist the dual effects of dust and stench influences.
There was nothing in the room in front of me. Although there were still some traces of furniture placed on the walls and corners of the floor, it was difficult to judge the original appearance of this room.
Feng Bujue speculated that when the owner of the big house first started his evil activities, he probably hadn't prepared a special prison cell, so this room probably became the temporary prison cell back then. Of course, now that he has the facilities on the two basement floors, it can be said that he has put his criminal career on the right track.
"The black or gray key is right here." Feng Bujue thought.
Holding a kerosene lamp, he began a careful survey. This kind of empty room is easier to find, the walls, ceiling, and floor are all clear at a glance. Feng Bujue wandered around, and soon found a severely corroded floor right under the nailed window.
He squatted down, clenched his fist and knocked on the board twice, and with a click, the board broke. He then reached into the black hole under the floor to grope, and soon found the item:
[Name: Black Key]
[Type: Drama Related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Permanently unlock the black iron door and disappear immediately after use]
[Whether the script can be brought out: No]
[Remarks: Hidden in a dark place]
"I always feel that the keys in this step of the task are hidden very casually..." Feng Bujue read, "Compared to the maddening puzzles underground, this is just a test of patience and meticulousness."
The fourth room he went to was the hall, which wasn't strictly a room either, since the hall was connected to the corridor and had no door to the inside. As for the outside, it is the door of the mansion that cannot be opened.
There was not much furniture left in the hall, it was lying on the floor in a mess, and there was a wall clock on the wall, which must have been broken, because Feng Bujue glanced at the clock when he passed by last time, and the hour and minute hands were in a mess. The location has not changed.
He stood in front of the wall clock for a long time, and suddenly said: "Could this... just look like a clock, but in fact, it records the date..."
Feng Bujue was struggling with the setting of this world again. No matter how you look at it, the wall clock has a 12-hour system, which is no different from the real world, but he just likes to speculate... These twelve numbers add one long and one short The two hands represent the calendar.
After rummaging in the hallway for a while, he didn't find the key, but he found another plot item:
[Name: Feather fur hat]
[Type: Drama Related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Unknown]
[Whether the script can be brought out: Yes]
[Remarks: A leather hat with a mediocre workmanship, even if it is decorated with a bright long feather, can hardly conceal its poor quality]
"This is already the fourth plot item that can bring out the script." Feng Bujue said, "Soap, dentures, perfume, feather fur hat... What do you mean..."
After he left the hall, he went to the last room on the first floor that he hadn't entered before—the toilet.
I don’t know if it’s because the technology tree of the world itself is a bit out of line, or because of system limitations. There are fluorescent lights downstairs, but only kerosene lamps upstairs; there is a gas stove in the kitchen, but the exhaust uses a chimney; and the toilet in front of you, There is a flush toilet in it, but there is not even a light bulb installed. Beside the door, there was a small table, and on the table was an empty saucer, in which some wax remained.
"Lighting candles to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night is so scary..." Feng Bujue closed the toilet lid and stood on it, trying to see if the small window of the bathroom could be opened, "Oh, right, there is no mirror here anyway, It's not that scary." He tapped on the frosted glass, which was solid and not big enough for him to climb out of.
"Okay, okay, white key or yellow key, which one would it be?" Feng Bujue had already seen the inside of the toilet, and there was only clear water, so he opened the toilet tank while talking.
Bang, the door closed behind him again.
"Come again? What can be triggered by turning on the water tank?" Feng Bujue quickly turned around to open the door, but he exerted all his strength, but still couldn't turn it, as if someone outside was holding the doorknob tightly. And this time, no system prompts sounded.
"I don't even have a death warning right now, what's going on..." Feng Bujue knows how pitiful the nightmare difficulty is. It's common practice to die FLAG. Even if you say a wrong sentence when communicating with NC, you are in danger of being killed instantly .
His originally relaxed nerves became tense again at this time, ready to use his skills to deal with possible crises at any time. At this time, his survival value has reached more than 40 after natural recovery, but it's hard to say how much effect this little blood will play in the nightmare script.
One step at a time, Feng Bujue approached the toilet very cautiously. He had constructed several possible horror scenarios in his mind, such as the toilet suddenly turning into a monster and opening its "big mouth" to bite him; or... The monster sprayed something out of its "mouth" and flooded the entire toilet... No matter what the situation is, it is worthy of the word "horror".
Of course, imagination is imagination, the actual situation is... Except for the door being locked, no other abnormalities occurred.
He took a closer look at the water tank. At the bottom of the water tank, there was indeed a key:
[Name: Blue Key]
[Type: Drama Related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Permanently unlock the blue iron door and disappear immediately after use]
[Whether the script can be brought out: No]
[Remarks: hidden in the water]
"This changes the rules again... According to this logic, shouldn't the red key be hidden in the fire?" Feng Bujue complained, and put the key away.
He didn't stop thinking for a moment, and soon realized why the door was closed, "I see... There are six keys in total, three on the first floor, three on the second floor, when I found the last key on the first floor , which triggers the plot. Something has to happen next, and then I can go to the second floor."
"The foyer is connected to the corridor, so there is no key there. The kitchen, the empty room and the toilet are all rooms with doors, and no matter which room I am in when I find the third key, I will be locked inside." He continued. Analyzing: "The question is... what will happen... Will the lump of flesh on the stairs on the second floor move away or disappear after I was locked up for a while?"
Pat, clack... A strange sound came from the corridor.
Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly, he stepped forward a few steps, and leaned against the door panel to listen.
Flick, flick, flick... It seemed that something was moving quickly on the wooden floor.
The strange noises became more frequent and denser, as if a large pile of mice as fat as cats was rushing through the corridor.
"Really..." Feng Bujue swallowed, imagining the scene of those glued pieces of meat moving like living things, and huddling together through the corridor, "Guys with trypophobia may It’s creepy under this kind of psychological suggestion.” He said with a relaxed tone: “But this kind of setting is for me…”
bang bang bang—
"Hey! There's a knock on the door!" Before Feng Bujue finished speaking, the door of the toilet was hit three times, and the impact was on the upper side of the door, "Wait...the door isn't locked at all... "
Indeed, the door of this toilet has no keyhole, and it can be opened by simply turning the door handle. However, inside the toilet, there is a bolt lock, and the people inside can lock the door in this way, but the bolt is not inserted at all at this time.
"Oh... I see, the guy outside the door has no fingers, so he can't hold the doorknob." Feng Bujue said as he inserted the latch, "Ha... Now you can't do anything."
bang bang bang—
The thing outside slammed into the door a few times in a hurry, and made some vague sounds: "cough...cough...uh..."
"Eh? Could it be that he still wants me to open the door through communication?" Feng Bujue said, "Um... no, it should be just the roar from the monster's throat."
The slapping sound outside the door sounded again, and the thing seemed to start moving again. Judging from the sound, it circled around the room, and then went to the gate, but it didn't seem to be able to open the door. After two minutes Finally, it returned to the toilet door and hit the door again a few times.
This time, its vague voice became very strange, Feng Bujue vaguely felt that there was whimpering and pleading in this voice.
"There seems to be something wrong." Feng Bujue thought.
At this time, another voice sounded, it was very clear, human footsteps. Footsteps came from the stairs on the second floor and approached along the corridor.
The knock on the door also became more and more urgent at this time, and the sound from the thing outside the door became like a roar.
Click, the toilet door opened.
Unconsciously opened.
In the last minute, Feng Bujue naturally found that the doorknob could be turned normally again. Therefore, he made an inference: here, there must be a choice, a choice that may affect the ending of the script.
The upper body of the creature at the door is basically human, but without hair, fingers, tongue and chin. And its lower body is more curious, with more than one hundred "feet" connected below its waist, each foot is composed of human finger joints, about ten joints form a foot, that is, the length of three fingers.
After Feng Bujue saw this guy, he didn't speak, but just turned sideways silently, wanting to see its reaction. As a result, it quickly passed by Feng Bujue's side, and fled to a corner of the toilet, shivering.
"Are you really running for your life..." Feng Bujue poked his head out holding the kerosene lamp, wanting to confirm who the approaching footsteps in the corridor came from, "So... what does a real monster look like..." RS
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