Chapter 170 Despicable Me (Part 2)
Feng Bujue was not worried about being killed with one shot. With four Contra medals, the first four deaths were just a waste. At present, except for reasons such as disconnection or forced withdrawal, there are only two possibilities for failure in this nightmare difficulty single-player survival scenario: first, after using up all the medals, being killed for the fifth time; second, just like before The BOSS on the radio said: "Once the poison is released, you will be directly judged to have failed the level." That is, the failure was declared at the moment when the time ran out at ninety-two minutes.
In short, no matter what is waiting for Feng Bujue in the first corridor ahead, the worst outcome is to die once. There is no factor that can directly lead to the failure of customs clearance. Of course, if it does exist, then the factor is a completely unknown failure flag. But this possibility is very slim and unreasonable. It’s just like when you play Super Mario. The game instructions say that you will die if you fall into a pit or the time runs out. But as soon as you go out, you hit the first question mark, that question mark. Jingran exploded... Obviously, this became a game of another nature... Feng Bujue raised his hands, stepped forward steadily and firmly, and turned his body to face the corridor. Standing at the door of the first door, after shouting, I still didn't hear any response. He was mentally prepared for a bullet to hit him, but to his surprise, the corridor in front of him did not enter at all.
There was no shooter, no weapon, and the corridor was empty.
Perhaps the person who fired the shot was shooting from a very far distance out of sight? And the gunshots came all the way through the corridor? Feng Bujue thought so.
If this is the case, the opponent is definitely not using a one-hit killer gun, because this gun cannot be effective on targets beyond the user's sight. Otherwise, someone with a gun will hold this thing against the sky or an open road. Fire was being fired randomly in the corridor, and there was no telling how many people lying far away would be shot.
As for what weapon the shooter used... Judging from the distance, a sniper rifle is highly suspect, but if the intruder's neck was really hit by a sniper bullet with a caliber of more than 12 mm, it would definitely not be the same as what he just saw. The effect of penetrating and exploding the flowers should make the whole head fall off.
But how can an ordinary gun achieve such range and accuracy? Could it be that the opponent's one-hit killer gun hit the long-range sight? Or does the shooter have super long-distance observation skills similar to eagle eye?
Another question is, if the other party really shot from a super long distance, he must not have heard Feng Bujue's shout just now. Then... what is he doing at this moment? Did he still stay where he was and see Feng Bujue coming to the door? Or did he put down his gun and start moving after finishing the kill? If he moved, is he coming here now, or is he leaving towards the other side of the corridor?
"If the other party can see me, and he is me, then he should be able to notice that I am not the same Feng Bujue as the one just now. And if the other party cannot tell the difference, he may mistakenly think that the first shot did not work, then He should have launched the second attack, but he didn't... Could it be that his skills or weapons were cooling down?" Feng Bujue thought, "No... that's not the case."
He put down his hand and walked through the first door leisurely. As he moved forward, he carefully observed the floor, walls and ceiling panels in the corridor in front of him, trying to find some clues.
Feng Bujue overturned the hypothesis of long-range shooting. Although that hypothesis could explain why he only heard the footsteps of a person escaping just now, and why there was no sound in the corridor after the gunshot, but... this kind of corridor There is obviously another explanation for the empty situation, a simpler explanation that seems more reasonable at this stage.
"Are they all just illusions..." Feng Bujue said: "The 'I' just now and the gunshot are just the information I got from the visual and auditory senses. Now there are no corpses, no bullet casings, not even the ones on the ground. The blood stains also turned into white light and disappeared..." He turned around and looked at the fan-shaped space again: "The words 'It's all wrong' and 'Don't...' are hinting to me that it is wrong to take this path. "Don't go any further?" He touched his chin and said, "If you think about it the other way around, should I ignore this influence and just go this way?"
He really couldn't find anything unusual around him. This corridor was the same as the one he walked through before. It had no distinguishing features. Every section was the same, and there were no footprints left on the floor. He quickly walked back to the fan-shaped area and stayed there for more than ten seconds without any sign that the FLAG was triggered.
Looking at the four doors and four roads in front of him, Feng Bujue pondered: "The usual thinking is that each of the four roads leads to a bottle of potion, but what if it is another situation... What if only one road is correct? It can lead to the four bottles of potions, but the other three are dead ends..."
He scratched his head, "Or...are there two roads leading to the potion? The other two are dead ends; or there are three correct roads, but only one is a dead end." He moved his eyes to the first door again. : "What I just said, is it a reminder or a disturbance? Is it because I think too much about overlapping time and space, or..."
"Ha..." Feng Bujue raised his head and looked at the ceiling, "In a script with such a monotonous setting and so few prompts, what on earth do you want me to do..."
Although there are more than a thousand words about Jue's thinking process and behavior from the beginning of this chapter to this point, in fact, he only spent more than two minutes. It can be simplified into one sentence: flash to the door, think about it, take a few steps forward, think about it, return to the fan-shaped space, and think about it again.
From the moment when Feng Bujue gained the ability to move after the plot introduction, seventeen minutes have passed, and from the moment he heard the keyword "ninety-two minutes" on the radio, sixteen minutes have passed. The difference between the two is not big. No matter which standard is used, this one minute can be basically ignored.
At present, the time required to find four bottles of potion can be divided equally, then ninety-two minutes can be divided into four sections of twenty-three minutes. In other words, Feng Bujue has to find a bottle of potion every twenty-three minutes on average, so as to ensure that the antidote can be synthesized before the poison takes effect.
He has not even seen the shadow of the first bottle of potion now. It is not a solution to delay here, so he turned around and walked into the third corridor.