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Feng Bujue wandered around the car wreckage for a while, but couldn't think of a way to climb up the cliff, so he had to find another way.
At this time, Brother Jue has lost his extraordinary ability to go to heaven and earth, all kinds of supernatural skills and equipment, and even the most basic survival tools. As an ordinary person, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to be in such a dense forest at the bottom of the valley.
Feng Bujue doesn't know if there are other bad rules in this script, such as players must drink water to eat, otherwise they will starve to death (by the way, Feng Bujue was in sleep mode when playing this script)... If If there is such a setting, with years of experience watching the program "Survival in the Wild", I think Brother Jue can live a day and a half longer than ordinary people...
"The result can only be blindly moving forward based on intuition..." Feng Bujue muttered as he walked through the forest.
This is also a helpless move. With his current physical ability, it is difficult to climb up a tree to look at it. Even if he did climb up, it would be very dangerous to poke his head out of the canopy to look around. He didn't have any protective measures on his body, and if the soles of his feet slipped, he might die.
However, things went smoother than expected.
After 20 minutes of arduous trek, a stream appeared before Feng Bujue's eyes. Looking up, the forest on the other side is much sparser than this side, and there is a ready-made path in the forest.
Brother Jue came to the stream, looked left and right, and after confirming that there were no beasts nearby, he squatted down vigilantly, washed his face, and drank a few sips of water.
Judging from the dryness in my throat and the obvious sense of fatigue, my role in this script definitely needs to eat, drink and rest. Only the facilities for going to the toilet still do not exist, because there is no way to take off the pants.
After replenishing water and taking a short rest, Feng Bujue started on the road again.
Although after the car exploded, no danger was encountered again. However, Feng Bujue's cautious personality and fear of nightmare mode still made Feng Bujue pay attention to every step of the way. Therefore, he was still cautious when wading through a creek that was only knee-deep and less than five meters wide.
After reaching the opposite bank, he dried his feet with the hem of his suit, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked along the path.
"Well... from the reflection in the water, I still look like myself." When he was acting, his mind was constantly thinking, "The pockets all over the body are empty. The parts that can be looked inside and out, No badges or logos of any kind either. So... what's the name of my detective..."
While thinking about it, the path under his feet became clearer, but the surrounding terrain became more and more steep. When he looked back, the forest behind him was already below the current height.
In this way, he walked for nearly half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the surrounding terrain leveled off, not long after. There was a road in front of me.
Feng Bujue walked a few steps quickly and came to the main road. Looking at the electric poles beside the road, he felt an indescribable sense of intimacy. It would be more cordial if there were a few small advertisements on the telegraph pole.
In fact, he made a big circle, but returned to the height of the road from the bottom of the valley.
Woo—
Not long after walking along the road, the sound of cars driving was heard in the distance.
Feng Bujue looked back, and saw a rather ostentatious red convertible sports car driving towards him.
He is not wordy either. Stand directly in the middle of the road, with your feet spread out and your hands held high. Put on a "big" character, a posture of "If you don't give me a ride, just hit me to death".
"Hey! Help!" After the car approached, Feng Bujue waved his arms and shouted loudly.
Sitting in that car was a middle-aged couple, both of whom were Caucasian. Whether it was the clothes they were wearing or the vehicles they were driving, they were all in the middle of the twentieth century.
Someone is blocking a car in this remote place, and the other party has some scruples, but upon closer inspection, the person blocking the car is thin and unarmed, his clothes are dirty but he is dressed decently, and he is still shouting "help" There must have been some real trouble.
So, the sports car slowed down slowly and stopped on the side of the road. The gentleman in the driver's seat said to his wife: "Stay in the car, Carol."
"Be careful, Dennis," the wife urged.
Dennis opened the car door and got out, walked to a distance of about two meters in front of Feng Bujue, and asked, "Sir, what happened?"
Feng Bujue looked at the man in front of him. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and around forty years old. He is tall, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a mustache. He was wearing a beige short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of white trousers, and polished leather shoes. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders, the sleeves tied in a knot at his chest. This way of dressing was already outdated in Feng Bujue's time, so he was even more sure that the script was in the 20th century.
"Uh... yes, sir, I had a car accident." Feng Bujue replied.
"What? A car accident?" Dennis looked at Feng Bujue, "What's going on? Are you injured?"
"I'm fine." Feng Bujue said, "It's just that my car was damaged and rolled off the side of the road. I walked for about an hour before I climbed up from the bottom of the valley and found this road." He tried his best to Reveal more information to clear the other party's doubts in order to gain trust "Excuse me for being abrupt in the middle of the road, but I really need someone to give me a ride."
"It turned out to be like this." Dennis seemed to let go of his guard, and took a step closer. "Don't worry, buddy, I'm happy to help."
"Thank you so much." Feng Bujueyan said, his conversation at this time seemed very polite and normal.
Dennis brought Feng Bujue to the side of the car, pointed to the woman in the car and introduced, "This is my wife, Carol." He turned his face to his wife again, and gestured to Feng Bujue with his hand, "This is my wife." bit... ”
"Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue directly said his real name, wanting to test the npc's reaction.
"This Mr. Feng was in a car accident and wanted to give him a ride." Dennis continued naturally. It seems that the system has corrected the influence of factors such as name and appearance on NPCs.
"Oh, that's unfortunate, you're not hurt?" Carol asked.
The lady sitting in the car was wearing a red woolen coat. She has blue eyes and black hair, she can't be called beautiful, and the outline of her face is slightly weird. Although she was already wearing heavy makeup, the years did not seem to be very tolerant to this forty-year-old woman, and the thick foundation could not cover all the wrinkles.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, ma'am." Feng Bujue replied as he quickly got into the back seat. Even if the other party wants to change his mind at this time, it is too late, and it is impossible to drive this guy out of the car.
"Mr. Feng." Dennis got into the driver's seat, turned around and said, "My wife and I are going to a villa in the mountains to attend a family gathering. This is not far from the destination. If you don't mind, please come with us first." Go to the villa. There is a phone there, and we can call your family or friends to pick you up."
"I'm really grateful." Feng Bujue said, "I haven't asked for advice yet, Mr.'s name is..."
"Lovecraft." When Dennis replied, the engine had already started "Dennis. Lovecraft." (.
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