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"Heh... Since I have the leisure to test and ridicule you..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "It shows that the problem in front of me is not complicated."
In fact, the moment Brother Jue touched the box, he had already received a system prompt [The safe key of SC-1998 is required to open it].
When the player tries to open the box in the script, there is a big difference between whether there is a prompt or not; if there is no prompt, or the prompt [Cannot be opened], then the props in the box are probably set as "unavailable" by the system. " kind of. But if the prompt says "need a key", 100 has a way to open it.
"Oh?" Billy thought for a few seconds after hearing this, "Did you get the system prompt?"
Although Billy couldn't hear the cue, he could deduce it from Jue's reaction.
"That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "Follow the prompt... You should be able to find the key to this box somewhere."
"Then the question comes back..." Billy continued, "As I said just now, the key is nothing more than in the hands of those two people, and those two people are either..."
"Okay, okay, you don't need to repeat what you said, I don't have dementia yet." Brother Jue interrupted the other party, "Let me ask first, who is the person in charge of this floor? After today's power outage, Have you followed his movements?"
"Well..." Billy thought for a while, and replied, "This layer is in charge of Dr. Jonathan, a Belgian in his fifties who has made a lot of achievements in theoretical physics." He paused, "As for his The movement after the power outage... I don't know very well. Don't forget, 3 has an independent power supply, and the power outage didn't have any impact on this place. But the broadcast at that time asked everyone to evacuate to the emergency evacuation area, so this The staff at the upper level have also been withdrawn."
"Are you sure... everyone on this floor has evacuated safely?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"At least when you and the security team entered 3, there was no one else on this floor." Billy replied, "As for their fate after they leave 3, I don't know...whether it is the stairwell or the cargo passageway , are beyond my range of perception."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue still couldn't change the habit of always trying to tell others what to say, "Isn't the 'perception range' expanded in a perfect circle?"
"That is under normal circumstances." Billy replied, "But this is the DimDimensional_Sector of the SC Foundation. They are very skilled in the use of space technology, and it can even be said... far beyond my imagination." He raised Pointing to the ceiling, "How high do you think our floor is? Five meters? Eight meters?" Before Jue could answer, he said directly, "Don't think that the height you pass in the stairwell is the height of every The actual height of the floors... I don’t even know how high each floor is here, and it’s not surprising that there is an abyss between the floors.”
"Oh~ no wonder they don't have an elevator." Feng Bujue replied thoughtfully.
"Anyway, I don't know where Dr. Jonathan went. The floor was full of people when we evacuated. At that time, I didn't have the strength and reason to find out his movements accurately in the crowd." Billy brought the topic back, He continued, "In addition... Even if we now presume that Jonathan has successfully reached the emergency refuge area, there are still two problems... First, that area is under strict defense. Even if the security personnel over there do not know your location Appearance, but you showed up so long after the alarm sounded... You are bound to be arrested or executed. Second... Even if you did get away with sneaking into the emergency refuge area and found Dr. Jonathan, the key may not be with him. Again Taking a step back, even if the key is really on him, how can you get the key, escape the emergency refuge area, and return here?"
"It makes sense." Feng Bujue said, "Then we might as well put this presumption aside for a while, and talk about other possibilities, such as..." He stroked his chin and said, "Dr. was escaped from other floors during the retreat. Project SC was killed, and his body, with the key in it, was lying quietly somewhere in the stairwell or freight corridor..."
"Comparatively speaking, the situation you mentioned should be the most optimistic hypothesis." Billy said, "However, there is another more pessimistic hypothesis..."
"You mean... the key is stored in the hands of the person in charge of this base?" Feng Bujue continued.
"That's right." Billy replied, "And the person in charge of this base, Cosmo, stays in a place that is even more heavily guarded than the refuge area—9 Command Center."
"In other words... if the key is really in Cosmo's hands, then the possibility of me getting the key and returning to pick up the gun is very slim." Feng Bujue murmured.
"Infinity is close to zero," Billy replied.
"Heh... very good." Feng Bujue smiled, "According to this way of thinking, this hypothesis can be ruled out directly."
When he said this, Billy seemed to understand: "Because the system won't set up an impossible action chain, will it..."
"ingo~" Brother Jue snapped his fingers, "Since the system has given a prompt of 'this box can be opened', it must set up a feasible unlocking action chain. If unlocking this box is more difficult than clearing the level, then this Isn't the setting meaningless?"
"According to what you said, there is a high possibility that Jonathan died outside the refuge area with the key in his hand?" Billy continued following Brother Jue's train of thought.
"Of course." Feng Bujue nodded, "Of course, based on my full understanding of the nightmare difficulty script and my own character... I think...the probability that Dr. Jonathan is currently in the emergency refuge area is also very high."
bang bang bang—
Just as the two of them were analyzing and discussing, suddenly, a violent explosion came from a distance.
In this base with solid walls, for the sound to travel so far, there must be some very serious situation.
"What's going on?" Feng Bujue asked, "Could it be that some project escaped from around here?"
"Not likely." Billy replied, "As I said, the power outage didn't have any effect on this floor." He paused for half a second, and added, "You'll hear the 513 ringing before, that's ** It was caused by control. At that time, other items were still in the containment measures, and there was no loss of control.”
"Then this is..." Feng Bujue doubted.
"Hmm..." Billy thought for a while, and read, "Since ten minutes ago, I have locked my perception ability on those seven members of the security team, and my perception of other areas has basically stopped." He continued , "There must be...someone or 'something' getting in."
"Then cancel the monitoring." Feng Bujue said, "Change to global perception."
"Ah... I'm doing it." When Billy said this, he had indeed lifted the monitoring of Gore and others, and changed the way of perception to a wide-area and broad form.
However...
"Uh--" Two seconds later, Billy suddenly groaned, and his whole body was shocked.
As if he had been impacted by some invisible force, he fell off Feng Bujue's shoulders and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Brother Jue had quick reflexes, sharp eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed Billy with one stroke, preventing the latter from falling to the ground.
"Hey!" Feng Bujue stared at the hideous puppet in his hand, but there was no change in expression on the latter's face, "What's wrong with you?" He shook Billy, "Speak!"
At this moment, Billy seemed to have passed out... He remained motionless, as if he were a real puppet.
"What's the situation..." Feng Bujue's thoughts were spinning rapidly, "Have you received some kind of mental shock?" He held Billy under his arm, turned around and walked out the door, "There is something that can use mental power to shake Billy away?" Put it down?"
As he thought about it, he started to run.
"It's troublesome... Once this guy faints, the video and audio surveillance on this floor will resume, and the security team will be able to contact their superiors." Feng Bujue kept on stepping, thinking in his heart, "Not coming out. If there is an accident, I am now under the surveillance of others again... If I stop here and hesitate, I will be arrested again soon... "
bang bang bang—
As he approached the corner of the corridor, the sound in front became louder and louder, it sounded like the sound of a powerful physical blow hitting the metal wall.
"Hmph... that doesn't sound too good..." Having said that, Feng Bujue didn't intend to stop.
He knew very well that in this kind of nightmare book, survival in danger should be a common occurrence. Anyway, looking at it now... Whether it is time or space, he has no room for detours.
bang—clam... bang—
Not long after, the corner of the corridor was close at hand. The closer we got, the more certain Brother Jue was that the sound coming from the front was the sound of battle.
And this is by no means a battle on the level of ordinary humans, but some creatures that are far stronger than ordinary people are competing.
For players of Thriller Paradise, this sound is no stranger. Scenario OSS, high-level players, powerful NC, etc... The movements caused by super-level fights are roughly the same.
"What could it be..." Finally, Feng Bujue rushed out of the corner with a hint of curiosity.
but see...
"This is where… "
Blank… Strange blank.
The sound and picture stopped abruptly, and the memory was inexplicably interrupted.
One second, Feng Bujue was running with Billy under his arms, and the next second, he was sitting alone in a small room of more than ten square meters, with his wrists and ankles handcuffed.
"What happened?" Brother Jue suddenly felt a headache, and it was the first time he experienced the weird feeling of jumping out of memory, "I just... what did I see..." He muttered to himself, "No... no It has been forty... no, fifty minutes since I walked into that corridor just now..."
He seemed to "remember" something, but at the same time he "forgot" it. This process was like a self-visible psychological loss, which caused him considerable discomfort and mental pain.
buzz—
Just as Brother Jue was meditating with this weird feeling, the electronic door of the room opened.
A woman in a white coat walked in.
She is Caucasian, about forty years old, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and has long curly hair tied back.
"Hello, Mr. Austin." After entering the room, she walked to the seat opposite Feng Bujue and sat down, and said hello to Brother Jue, "I'm Dr. Mara, how many do I have?" I want to ask you a question." While speaking, she casually glanced at the camera probe at the corner of the ceiling.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue also looked up. In this small room that can only accommodate a table and two chairs, there are actually two probes installed, most likely the ones with audio collection functions.
"First of all, please describe the project you saw earlier." Seeing that Brother Jue did not express any objection, Dr. Mara asked directly.
"What project?" Feng Bujue replied, "Billy?"
"No," Mara said. "It's the one you saw when you took Billy into the corridor." She paused. "'It' was fighting our agents."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Feng Bujue replied, "I don't think I have witnessed any battle in my memory, although I seem to have heard the sound of battle..."
"And do you remember what you did during this time?" Mara asked again.
"I..." Feng Bujue really wanted to know the answer to this question. That memory was clearly in his mind, but it seemed to be blocked and out of reach, and every time he recalled it, there would be a kind of Unspeakable discomfort, "... I don't know." He simply gave such an answer, and asked in turn, "Do you have monitoring? You should tell me about this."
Mara stared at Brother Jue for a few seconds, but did not respond to his question. Instead, she changed the subject and continued to ask, "How did you get here, do you remember?"
"I am..." Regarding this question, Feng Bujue remembered, "I was arrested by the Nine-Tailed Fox Squad and sent in."
Mara's expression changed slightly: "Where did you hear the name Nine-Tailed Fox?"
Feng Bujue sneered and didn't answer.
"Where did you... get the information about Project 106 and Project 513?" Mara asked again.
"Ma'am." At this moment, Feng Bujue had recovered his usual calmness, "We might as well make a deal..." The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he cast a perverted look at the middle-aged woman in front of him , "Every time you answer a question for me, I will answer one for you."
"Hehe..." Dr. Mara snorted twice with a half-smile, "Even if I am Jodie Foster, you are not Anthony Hopkins, Mr. Austin." She paused, "Please answer my question seriously, otherwise... you will be sent to a harsher interrogation system."
"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue leaned back on the chair, and replied in a nonchalant tone.
"Okay then." Dr. Mara sighed and left her seat.
"Oh... by the way, doctor." Just as the other party walked to the door of the room, Brother Jue suddenly said again, "Do you remember the question you asked me at the beginning?"
"What's the question?" Marla replied.
"The number of that item... is number fifty-five, right?" After several minutes of conversation, Feng Bujue had already cleared his mind with multitasking, and found an SC item in his thinking hall, which could just explain own memory loss.
...
[Item No.: SC-055]
[Item Category: Keter]
[Special Containment Measures: The subject is kept in a square room with 5*5*2.5m cement walls (the walls are about 50cm thick), there is an electrostatic barrier outside the cement wall, and the entrance is controlled by a 2*2.5m door Heavy-duty door lock; the door automatically closes and locks if not held open.
Security guards are to be placed inside SC-055's chamber. All personnel researching other SC objects are strongly advised to maintain a distance of at least 50 meters from this room, and do not question the validity of this requirement.]
[Description: SC-055 is a "self-enclosed secret" or "anti-psychovirus". Physical properties of SC-055, such as its nature, behavior, and origin are independently classified, as clarified by the following entries:
How SC-055 was captured is unknown.
When and by whom it was captured is unknown.
The physical properties of SC-055 are unknown, but it is not indescribable or invisible. People can normally walk into the room of SC-055 and observe it, and then think, write notes, draw sketches, take photos, and even record videos. There are a large number of such records in the files. Finally, the information will quickly flow out of people's minds.
When personnel are sent to describe SC-055, they will feel distracted and quickly lose interest in the task; personnel sent to make a sketch of a photo of SC-055 will not be able to remember what the photo looks like, and People viewing CCTV footage become exhausted and lose associated memory for about an hour.
Exactly who authorized SC-055 to be locked in such a room, why it was built, and why it was built the way it is is unknown.
Although the chamber of SC-055 is easy to enter, no one can grasp the relevant knowledge of SC-055.
All of these situations are periodically discovered by random archivists, alerted to by many, and then only last a few minutes, and people quickly forget about them.
There are extensive scientific records and archives on SC-055, but no means of researching them. The Foundation has attempted to destroy SC-055, or move it to another location, on more than one occasion, but have failed for unknown reasons.
SC-055 could be seriously harmful, and may have killed tens of thousands of people, but we won't know. Obviously, it would have a horrific memetic/psychic effect, so we define it as Keter level.]
[Document #055-1: Analysis of SC-055—
The document author thinks. SC-055 was never actually captured, but was contained voluntarily, or simply a remote agent. It is housed in the Foundation by other parties for the following purposes:
One, to silently observe and interfere with Foundation activities.
Two, silently observe or interfere with other SC areas.
Three, silently observe or interfere with the human world.
Fourth, silently observe or interfere with other SC objects.
Fifth, observe silently, or interfere with [data masked].
Any action against this potential threat seems pointless, at least in theory.]R1152
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