Chapter 1056 Future Foundation (VI)

In the script world, Feng Bujue undoubtedly does not need to go to the toilet.

The system will not create corresponding physiological desires for him, let alone allow him to take off his pants.

However, the people in the Foundation don’t know this...

In their opinion, Brother Jue's request was quite reasonable.

First, he stayed in the parallel universe mirror generator for four or five hours (actually, he spent more than half of the time writing novels). Then, he came to this space, stayed for dozens of minutes more, and drank a cup of coffee.

Under these conditions, there seems to be nothing doubtful about his offer to relieve himself.

"Alas..." Dr. Cox sighed, showing a helpless expression, "Okay... follow me."

She had to wait for Feng Bujue to go on the road anyway, so she simply took Brother Jue to the toilet.

After arriving at the door of the men's restroom, the doctor motioned to the guards to follow Brother Jue in.

Regarding this... Feng Bujue didn't say anything. This development was obviously within his expectation.

After entering the men's room, Brother Jue scanned the environment first, and then he ran towards a cubicle.

"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue saw the three guards following him closely, "Do you want to come in and wipe my butt?"

Hearing this, the three guards looked at each other and hesitated for a moment; finally, they stopped at the door of the compartment...

There is nothing we can do about it. The space in that cubicle is limited. Once an adult sits on the toilet, it takes up 80% of the space. If there are other people standing around him, there will definitely be physical contact with each other... And it's a very close physical contact.

"Wait a minute..." Two seconds later, just as Brother Jue entered the cubicle and was about to close the door, a guard suddenly said, "Please keep the door of the cubicle open."

"What are you doing with it open?" Feng Bujue asked, "How about I throw shit at you? If you don't mind it being smelly, I'm going to find it dirty."

The guard ignored his trash talk and replied coldly: "We can't let you out of sight."

"Hey~ you pervert." Feng Bujue squinted at the other party, "What do you want to see?" His accent now had a Northeastern flavor for no reason. "Believe it or not, man, when I took off my pants, I scared you out of the closet?"

Faced with such shameless people and vulgar words, the three guards rolled their eyes and were speechless.

"This compartment is so big, can I still get into the toilet and run away?" Feng Bujue said. Taking advantage of the distraction of the guards, he closed the door of the compartment with a flick of his hand, "If you are so worried, just lie down on the ground and stare at my feet."

Now that the matter has come to an end, the guards can't say anything more...

Of course. They don't have to "lay down" to see Brother Jue's feet, they can just squat down and see...

The lower end of the door panel of this compartment is about twelve centimeters from the ground. As long as people outside squat down, they can not only see Feng Bujue's shoes, but also his ankles, so the guards don't have to worry about the other party using "take off shoes" What kind of abnormal behavior can be caused by blindness?

In the next few minutes, the atmosphere in the toilet became very strange...

Three men squatted outside a cubicle, suspiciously monitoring another man's excretion process... This was indeed weird enough.

Judging from the situation under the partition, Feng Bujue should have been sitting on the toilet. But... the guards didn't smell the smell for a long time, nor did they hear anything falling into the water.

Until three minutes later, a "pop" sound suddenly came from the cubicle. The next second, there was the sound of the toilet flushing and the sound of Brother Jue quickly pressing the air freshener nozzle.

Logically speaking, his series of actions are indeed reasonable...

Many people will have similar experiences. For example... when you relieve yourself in a public toilet, you hear or know that someone is waiting outside the cubicle. At this time, if there is a foul smell wafting out... it will be somewhat disturbing. Awkward.

But... the above. It is the logic of normal people in the real world.

Feng Bujue is not a normal person, and his actions cannot be to cover up the smell.

Brother Jue's behavior... was obviously trying to create the illusion that he "really came to the toilet to relieve himself and did so". Only in this way can he conceal what he really did in the cubicle.

"Huh..." After that series of movements. Feng Bujue immediately let out a long breath and said, "Don't worry, everyone." He raised his voice very loudly and said to the guards outside the partition, "I still have to clean up."

At this moment, the guards outside were too embarrassed to exchange glances. Because this atmosphere is so embarrassing... Brother Jue's words made it sound like the three of them were pushing shit outside.

Just like that... more than a minute later, the door of the compartment opened.

Feng Bujue walked out quickly, turned the corner and went straight to the sink.

At that second, the three guards subconsciously glanced into the compartment, but within two seconds, their eyes followed Brother Jue's figure and moved away.

They didn't notice anything unusual in the compartment, and they didn't take a second look... After all, the space was so narrow that they could see everything at a glance.

"OK." After more than ten seconds, Feng Bujue quickly washed his hands and walked out of the toilet. "Let's get on our way. Don't keep the lady waiting."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out of the bathroom, and the three guards followed closely.

At this point, the drama of Brother Jue "going to the toilet" is considered finished. At least in the eyes of the guards, there was nothing unusual.

Sure, ten seconds after the four of them left the restroom...

Squeak——

The door of the cubicle that Feng Bujue had just used, without anyone touching it...moved.

Then, a thin, hunched figure flashed out from the corner behind the door.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss... succeeded..." After standing still, Musashi Koganei lowered his voice and let out his signature weird laugh.

The place where he appeared was the dead corner between the door and the wall. Looking from above, it was a triangular area with a very small area. It was impossible for an adult to squeeze into this space.

But... Musashi Koganei, can.

According to the setting, he is a third-grade boy in elementary school and has a slender body, but... just these two points, he still can't hide in that corner. Because that place is really too narrow, otherwise it would not be completely ignored by the guards.

The key point that Musashi Koganei can hide in that corner properly is that he is a character from a nonsensical funny animation. Moreover, one of his abilities in the animation. It is to twist the body, turn oneself into a noodle or even a piece of paper, and then rotate at high speed to create multiple facial afterimages (although the description alone may make people misunderstand that this is some kind of combat ability, but it is not)...

"Well... there is not much time..." Musashi Koganei walked out of the compartment with two Mark II grenades in his hand, muttering something. "I have to hold on tight..."

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On the other hand, Feng Bujue, who had "relieved his hands", took the elevator again under the guidance of Dr. Cox.

This time, their destination is the underground floor of the "left half" of the base.

"I hope that going back underground will not remind you of the terrible experience not long ago." Dr. Cox muttered this sentence without looking back when the elevator started.

"What? Is the decoration of the underground floor of your base... the same as the simulated former Soviet underground laboratory?" Feng Bujue continued.

Before Dr. Cox could reply, the elevator had already arrived at that floor.

Buzz buzz buzz——

Accompanied by the sound of the elevator door opening, a silver, bright corridor appeared in front of everyone.

The four sides of the corridor are made of a metal that Feng Bujue cannot identify. At first glance, it looks a bit like silver or stainless steel, but it reveals a sense of heaviness that cannot be compared with the two.

The lighting equipment in the corridor is a light strip embedded in the wall and ceiling. This is the same as the equipment Feng Bujue saw in the No. 15 containment room.

"Although there are great differences in appearance, details, and technological content, but..." Cox said as she walked out of the elevator, "The basic structure of our floor is indeed very similar to that of the underground laboratory. Both are formed by many intersecting corridors."

As she spoke, she walked forward.

Feng Bujue, surrounded by three guards, also followed the doctor's steps.

After walking out of the elevator, after a distance of seven or eight meters, everyone came to the first intersection.

At this time, Cox suddenly stopped. Turning around to face the wall of the corridor, he stretched out his hand and gently touched it.

Beep---

One second later, two short beeps sounded immediately.

Then, on the wall that the doctor touched... an area of ​​about 40 centimeters square. It lit up like a display.

This kind of device is not a rare thing in this world. In this corridor, every other section, there will be such a small "screen area" on the wall that can display images; as long as the staff of the Foundation touches the screen area with their fingers, a complete electronic map will be displayed. The current coordinates of the person touching the screen will also be marked on the map.

"The technology tree on your side is obviously not crooked, and there are many very convenient things." Feng Bujue looked at the doctor's actions and immediately understood the principle of the device on the wall.

"What about your side?" Cox finished reading the map and continued to move forward, answering as he walked, "Are all technological forces used in 'inter-dimensional travel', 'life cycle' and various 'war weapons'?"

Her words were undoubtedly a test. Based on her observations of all SCP-3232-1 (i.e. players) that have appeared so far, it is not surprising to draw such a conclusion.

"Hehe...you will know in a while." Feng Bujue smiled mysteriously and replied in a deep voice.

His response was a double entendre; on the surface, it sounded like he was saying, "Wait a little while, when I explain the principle of SCP-3232 to you, you will know"; but in fact, what Brother Jue meant was, "Wait a little longer, when Musashi Koganei causes a commotion, you will be able to see with your own eyes that I will show you all kinds of super-dimensional powers." However, just when Feng Bujue thought that his plan was already 70% to 80% complete, an amazing change... happened. [The main task has been changed] "Huh?" At that moment, the system voice suddenly sounded in Brother Jue's ears, which made him startled immediately, "What? The main task has been changed?" Indeed, this is unreasonable. The system's goal is already very clear, which is to let Feng Bujue stop the Foundation from further investigating "Horror Paradise". Under this premise, how could the main task be changed? "Something is wrong..." Brother Jue quickly opened the game menu and took a look at the changed task content - [Your plan has been exposed].

"What?" Feng Bujue couldn't believe his eyes. He repeated it twice in his mind with different tones, "What!"

At this moment, the content that appeared in Brother Jue's task bar could no longer be called a task. It was more like... the system was talking to him through the task bar.

[Fifteen seconds ago, Musashi Koganei had been captured by the Foundation]

Before Feng Bujue came back to his senses, another system prompt came into his ears. This time, the system even skipped the task bar step and directly transmitted the information with voice.

"How is this possible?" In this extremely abnormal change, Brother Jue still maintained a high degree of vigilance and rapid thinking, "Could it be... the Foundation interfered with the system in some way? Or... the sound at the moment is not from the system at all, but the Foundation disguised it in some way?"

His hypothesis was also reliable, but he soon overturned it by himself-the "sound" may be disguised, but the information displayed in the player's game menu... the Foundation could not intervene.

[There are nanorobots in the coffee you drink]

The next prompt was like a revelation, making Brother Jue's brain buzz.

[At this moment, the visual signals received by your pupils and the auditory signals received by your eardrums have been synchronized]

"This ******..." Feng Bujue had already started cursing in his heart.

Hearing this, he instantly understood that his summoning of Musashi Koganei in the toilet, using the endless grenade magazine, and secretly assigning tasks to Musashi Koganei, etc., had all been exposed.

However, this was not the reason for his cursing.

Feng Bujue's anger at this time came from a sense of frustration, a feeling that he had almost never experienced... a feeling of being one step behind.

Of course, this does not mean that he is not as good as his opponent in terms of intelligence or acting skills.

The "one move" that Brother Jue lacked had nothing to do with "people"; he did not lose in the game between people, but lost in the technology and knowledge of this dimension that was hundreds of years ahead of his dimension.

He was like a strategist who traveled from ancient times to the modern battlefield. Even though this strategist was countless times more skilled than modern staff officers in terms of strategy and tactics, he could still be easily defeated by a bug...

[The game menu and system voice are sensed by brain waves and cannot be detected. Next, please do as I say]

Just as Feng Bujue was still trying to sort out the situation in front of him, the system of Horror Paradise...actually regarded itself as "me" and began to issue direct instructions to him...(~^~)