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As soon as he walked into the living room, Feng Bujue found that Ruoyu's game cabin was on.
"Hmm... I went online as if nothing had happened... Don't worry at all that I won't come back..." Brother Jue looked at the game cabin and muttered.
"Isn't it just to deal with a fish-level ghost... and Bao Qing is with me, what can I do?" Assas, who was lying on the sofa, heard Feng Bujue's muttering, and responded in a timely manner.
"It's hard to say..." Feng Bujue said, "What if that ghost is hiding his strength..."
"Aren't you all back now... what are you talking about." Assas was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
"Okay~" Brother Jue shrugged and ended the conversation.
Then, he quickly went to the bathroom to wash up, changed his clothes, and then lay down in his game cabin.
After setting the option of "instantly connect after going to sleep", he closed his eyes...
When he opened his eyes, he came to the familiar landing space.
"Cut... are you already in the game..." Feng Bujue opened the social bar and looked at the online status of his teammates, "Forget it... there are only a few days left before the preliminaries, so let's improve as much as we can..."
The time when Brother Jue and Bao Qing went to catch ghosts together was the early morning of August 27th.
In the past ten days, the Hell Frontline team has been improving under the "guidance" of the captain and coach Feng Bujue, and the awareness of team warfare has been greatly improved. In the past few days, they have stopped queuing up for team practice battles, but seized the time to line up some more common scripts, hoping to get more equipment skills.
"Then..." Feng Bujue read while processing the email, "...I'll just sort out the books myself..."
After making up my mind. He conveniently sent a group email to his teammates to say hello.
Then, he quickly settled a bunch of trivial matters in front of him, and clicked on the script menu...
"A while ago, he was either doing tactical analysis for the practice match (at least he thought so), or he was leading the team to brush the team book (who will lead who is still open to debate), and it feels like... I haven't played the single-player book for a long time..." In the meantime, his eyes have moved to the [Single Survival Mode (Nightmare)] option, "Heh... the decision is up to you."
As a hell in the game. People who also see ghosts in reality; as a person who has lost fear for half a year and has been involved in the supernatural world for several months... Feng Bujue has gradually developed a familiarity with the word "nightmare". What a nightmare mode, there is no pressure for him.
[Crazy, Level 50]
[Please select the game mode you want to join.]
[You have selected the single-player survival mode (nightmare), please confirm.]
[Confirmed, the script is being generated... ]
[Loading starts, please wait a moment.]
"Welcome to Horror Paradise." A strange, hoarse voice resembling an electronic voice changer read the opening line.
Voice
[Loading is complete. You are currently playing Single Player Survival Mode (Nightmare).]
[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance of branch/hidden missions and special world views.]
[Script clearance reward: puzzle card *2.]
[The introduction to the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the play is completed.]
After the familiar voice prompt, the opening cg started.
The opening title this time is an image of a character brought in from a first-person perspective.
In the slightly blurred picture, a wall first appeared. A white, close-in wall.
"No. 250." A voice came from the left side of the screen.
It was a man's voice, speaking English.
"Number 250!" Two seconds later, the voice repeated the sentence again.
At this time, the camera turned to the left, and in the picture, there were bunk beds, iron fences, and a man in the uniform of a prison guard.
"Hey~ The number the protagonist got when he served his sentence is really auspicious..." Feng Bujue just read the beginning, and couldn't help complaining.
In the next second, the "protagonist" he was talking about stood up and walked towards the prison guard, and the cg picture. Naturally, it follows its actions and moves from its first-person perspective.
"What's the matter? Sir." No. 250 asked, his voice sounded very young, he should be about the same age as Brother Jue, but he also spoke English.
"Follow me." The prison guard replied in an impatient tone, and opened the door of the cell.
Afterwards, the screen faded to black... When it turned on again, the scene had already jumped to the next scene.
In a cramped room, Number 250 sits at a metal desk. what are you waiting for...
Not long after, the only door in the room opened, and a middle-aged man with a suit and leather shoes, shiny leather shoes, combed back hair, and sunglasses walked in.
"Hey, hey... this is not a member of mib (black super special police team), right?" Feng Bujue saw the other party's appearance, and couldn't help but think of a certain series of movies.
"Are you Rudy Austin?" The man in the suit asked a question as soon as he sat down.
"Yes..." No. 250 admitted this identity, "Excuse me, are you..."
"You can just call me 'sir'." The man in the suit spoke very fast, "I'm here to make a deal. I can make this deal with you or with someone else. Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, sir," Austin replied.
"Very good." The man in the suit nodded slightly expressionlessly. And then said, "Mr. Austin, you are twenty-four years old, right?"
"It will be twenty-five next month." Austin replied.
"For a criminal sentenced to life imprisonment, you are a bit too young." The man in the suit leaned forward a little, "Don't you think so?"
"It seems that your deal will allow me to leave prison early." Austin's performance was relatively calm, and his inference was quite reliable.
"That's right." The man in the suit continued, "The content of the transaction is very simple..." He paused for half a second, and then said, "Now there is a government scientific research project that requires a group of grassroots operators. As long as you are willing to take charge of this project operator, then... a month later, you'll be free."
After saying these few sentences, he quickly added: "Of course, this position is undoubtedly dangerous...and life-threatening." He said bluntly, "If you survive, you can save a few A ten-year sentence (most of the younger lifers get out of prison alive) is reduced to as little as thirty days, if you're willing to take the risk."
After hearing the words, Austin was silent for more than ten seconds before he said, "What kind of project is this?"
"You have no right to ask this question, and I have no right to answer you." The man in the suit replied.
"Who are you? FBI? CIA?" Austin asked again.
"I don't want to repeat what I just said." The man in the suit said again, "I don't want to waste time with you here either..." He stood up, turned his head and said, "Prisoner, open the door."
"Wait!" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Austin panicked after all, "I'm going!"
When the words were spoken, the screen went dark again, and the scene changed again.
"You are really kind..." Feng Bujue took the opportunity to complain again, "This is obviously a conspiracy... You must be close to death this time!"
After the scene transition, a corridor appeared on the screen.
The walls of the corridor are all made of metal, and the lighting equipment is embedded in the ceiling. The white lights are very bright, but this space gives people an inexplicable sense of depression.
At this time, the camera is slowly moving forward with the "Austin perspective", and you can see... There are two people in orange jumpsuits in front of him (not tights, but looser jumpsuits) men, both with cropped hair and handcuffs. Based on this speculation, Austin should also be in this state.
"Stop." After walking for a while, the three of them came to an electronic door at the end of the corridor, and a voice came from behind them immediately.
Austin turned his head at this time, so three men with live ammunition and full-cover special forces uniforms appeared on the screen.
Hum-hum-
A few seconds later, with the sound of the air valve opening and mechanical rhythm, the electronic door opened.
A metal room with an area of more than 100 square meters appeared in front of everyone. There were many staff members in white coats and protective masks standing in the room. At this time, they were busy in front of large computers connected to the wall.
"Go." After the door opened, the special forces gave another order.
The three orange-clothed personnel, including Austin, continued to move forward until they reached a large metal door in the room.
After standing still, they waited for a minute. Then, the door opened...
But see... behind the big metal door that rises upwards, there are three humans and a tall unknown creature, and that unknown creature Jue Ge has seen before—[scp-173].
"I'll fuck it!" Feng Bujue couldn't calm down when he saw the things behind the door, "What kind of deal! I was tricked into being a D-class personnel by co-authoring!"
His yelling will not have any effect on the development of the plot...
Right now, Austin and the other two D-class personnel are obviously preparing to change shifts with the three inside the door.
However, at this shift change, the lights in the entire room... went out.
After about 1.5 seconds, the red light of the backup power comes on. But the scp-173 inside the door... is no longer there.
"Ah—" Immediately afterwards, there was a scream not far away.
Click... boom.
What followed was the clear and incomparable sound of joints breaking and falling to the ground.
It was also at this time that the opening cg ended without any sense of disobedience, and Feng Bujue took advantage of the opportunity to gain control over his body. (If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please go to m..)
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