Chapter 171 Despicable Me (Part 3)

Sometimes we see a trick played by the host on some guessing variety shows. For example, there are three baffles on the scene, and the host tells the contestant that behind one of the baffles is a brand new car, and behind the other two are nothing. Then, he asks the contestant to choose one to open.

The contestant chose the first baffle, and at this time, the host, who knew which baffle had the car hidden behind it, came to the third baffle and opened it, and there was nothing behind it. Then, the host walked towards the contestant and said, "Do you still want to choose the first baffle now? Do you want to change your choice?"

Most people will not change their choice, just because of paranoia or fear, thinking that the host is using reverse psychology to try to trap themselves. But in fact, no matter where the car is, putting aside emotional factors, based on statistics, and making choices based on changes in the number of variance, you should change to the second baffle.

Feng Bujue did not enter the first door after multiple considerations, whether what he saw before was himself after the overlap of time and space, or a simple illusion, whether it was a disturbance or a hint. The possibility of finding the potion by choosing to enter other corridors has not been reduced, but the probability of encountering danger or "making the wrong choice" is lower than entering the first door.

The priority exploration of other paths can also serve as evidence of what happened in the first path. After collecting more script information, perhaps the previous scene can be explained more accurately.

Ta-ta-ta... very high-frequency footsteps.

After entering the third door, Feng Bujue ran in the corridor. He ran very fast, and his figure was like a purple cheetah, sweeping through the corridor. He knew that he could not waste time in such a stereotyped corridor.

The first twenty-three minutes were almost over, and he had not found a bottle of potion. Even after finding the potion, he would probably have to spend time to solve a few chainsaw door games. That kind of game can be said to be refreshing and strengthening. If played in reality, in addition to causing permanent disability and psychological shadows, there is a high probability of death. In the horror park, taking the current scenario as an example, if you don't play well, your survival value or time will be greatly reduced, or even the Contra Medal will be presented.

[Jazz Dance] was not exploded in the previous scenario, which was a blessing in disguise for Feng Bujue. It not only increased the running speed but also reduced the physical consumption. It can help him save a lot of time at this moment.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue was running and saw a door suddenly appeared on the side of the corridor in front of him. It was a wooden door that looked quite old.

This was in the middle of the corridor. It was unknown how long the road ahead was. However, the existence of rooms in this corridor was really a bit unexpected. I thought these monotonous corridors were just passages that consumed the player's time and connected different FLAG locations. Unexpectedly, there were actually some settings in the middle of this corridor.

Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door without hesitation and reached out to pull the door handle. He must go in. What if there is a bottle of potion inside? No one has ever said that the potion must be at the end of the corridor. Besides, whether there is an end to this corridor or not, whether there is a potion at the end, all of these are question marks, just like what will come out from behind this door in front of him, all of which are unknown.

The door was opened, very quietly, without the "creaking" sound of wood that Feng Bujue imagined. It was very dark inside the room, and the light from the corridor was swallowed up by the darkness when it reached the door. Feng Bujue did not rush in. He took out a flashlight and shone it inside to see the situation inside first.

This is an empty small room without any furniture. There are some empty cardboard boxes and large baskets piled in the corner. There is even a window in the room, but it is tightly sealed by a layer of iron plate. There are no other doors in the room, and there is no carpet on the floor. The floor is different from the corridor outside. It looks very worn and uneven, and there are some mottled marks, which seem to be caused by insects.

It is hard to say what clues or items are hidden in this room, but one thing is certain: there is no enemy inside, and there is no place for the enemy to hide.

Feng Bujue observed for a dozen seconds, then stepped in.

When he stepped into the door with both feet and was in this small room, a strong chill grabbed him. It felt like he was standing in the ice and snow in a thin shirt in winter. This coldness was so real that it was not caused by any psychological factors.

"Wow... What kind of air conditioner is this? It's still room temperature one step outside the door..." Feng Bujue was not afraid anyway, he still talked to himself easily.

He raised the flashlight and was about to look around the corners to see the blind spots that could not be seen outside the house. At this time, the door behind him moved by itself, just as it was opened, it closed quietly... "Close the door again?" Feng Bujue seemed a little impatient with the situation of being killed by the door after entering the claustrophobic space. He turned around and grabbed the door handle, trying to turn it hard, trying to open the door.

As a result... it really failed.

After the door was closed, Feng Bujue was like being imprisoned, and the coldness in the room became even stronger. Feng Bujue couldn't get through the door, and he was out of breath. The flashlight showed the white air coming out of his mouth.

"Okay, okay... This is a trap that wastes time. You can only get out after solving the puzzle, right?" Feng Bujue shook his head, turned around quickly, and began to search the house helplessly.

He looked at the four corners. They were all normal and had nothing. Then he walked towards the few waste paper boxes and empty baskets in the corner. At this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly felt something... He realized Arrive, there is a pair of eyes, staring at me from above.

Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, and at the same time moved the light of the flashlight upward, and then saw... In the middle of the ceiling, there was a dark shadow formed by air floating. Its shape was not very clear, and it seemed to be from the inside. shadow. Its body is close to the ceiling, as if it can isolate or engulf the light. When the bright light of the flashlight hits it, the aperture is separated around its body.

Feng Bujue stared at this guy calmly, and it also looked down at Feng Bujue. This weird atmosphere didn't last long, and the shadow gradually faded and disappeared... Unexpectedly, just three seconds after it completely disappeared To the left and right, suddenly, two blue beams of light shot from above, exactly where the shadow's eyes were.

Anyone who entered the site normally would have been shocked, but Feng Bujue just stood there motionless, without even shaking his hands, and said feebly: "You're so startled... you're quite lively. oah..."

At this time, the shadow jumped down from above. Feng Bujue took a step back and easily avoided it. He took out the [one-hit killer gun], pointed at the opponent and said, "What do you want to do?"

The shadow gradually became clear and real from a state of nothingness, and he became a black shape-shifting object, which looked like the murderers who fell into Conan's hands, except that this guy's eyes were blue. , and there is a strange fold on his body, and a blood-like liquid can be faintly seen flowing in the folds, as if this guy's blood vessels grow outside the body and are transparent.

"Can you tell ghost stories?" The shadow spoke, sounding like a middle-aged man.

"You...hahahahaha..." Feng Bujue didn't know which nerve was wrong. He suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny. This sentence made him laugh. After about ten seconds, he He barely controlled his emotions and said, "I'm telling you, I'm in a hurry."

"Tell a ghost story." Shadow said again...

Feng Bujue put down the gun. He was not worried that he would not be able to kill this guy with one hit, but he was just worried that if he killed this guy, he might be trapped in this room and unable to get out. "If I told you... What's the benefit?" he asked.

Even though it was such a seemingly simple and casual question, Feng Bujue actually considered it very carefully. He didn't ask "Can you let me out if I tell you?", but asked "What are the benefits?", so that the other party's answer would be There are more possibilities. If the FLAG of this room is to tell a story before opening the door, then no matter how you ask, it will be the same; but if after telling the ghost story, there are other benefits besides getting out, then you can know all the information in advance by asking. award.

"If you can scare me, I will let you out." Shadow replied.

"Then I'll kill you with one shot, and then go out, wouldn't it be easier?" Feng Bujue didn't raise his gun, he was just testing with words.

"Hmm..." The shadow was actually thinking, "Okay, if the story you tell scares me, I will not only let you out, but I will also send you directly to the "cell" at the end of this corridor. You were just in Run there, right? It's a long way."

After saying this, Feng Bujue understood everything. He could defeat it with a gun and get out, but the time wasted here could not be recovered. And to tell the story... Although it takes a few minutes to get in, you can reach the end of the corridor directly. Maybe it can save some time. Yao knows how long the second half of the corridor is... "Okay, let me tell you one thing." Feng Bujue seemed to be familiar with this matter. He used the light of a flashlight to look up from below. He looked at his face and said in a sinister tone and deep voice: "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver..."

After seeing this, I think everyone should understand why Feng Bujue is prohibited from contacting children... "... He often has to work late. One day, when he was passing by a relatively unfamiliar road, he saw There is a woman in white waving to him in front..." Feng Bujue chose a story that was not too long. Although with his skill as a storyteller, he would tell a story for an hour, or even compose a short horror novel. He could have spoken it orally, but at this moment, he naturally kept the length as short as possible: "The driver didn't think much, he stopped the car.

The woman opened the back door and sat in the car. She seemed to weigh very little, and when she got into the car, the driver didn't feel any ups and downs in the car. The driver asked her, 'Where are you going? ’ while moving his eyes to the rearview mirror..."