Chapter 176 Despicable Me (VIII)

() Feng Bujue was glad that the potion was on SCP-173. If he killed this little boss but didn’t get the potion, it would mean that he would have to search the room in the middle of the second corridor. Fortunately, there was no such problem at the moment. Not only did he successfully obtain the mission items, but death also saved him time in passing through the corridor. The consumption of those two Contra medals seems to be relatively worthwhile.

After Feng Bujue got the potion, he didn't leave in a hurry. He quickly crouched down and groped among the corpse fragments to see if there were any other rewards. Anyway, his hands were already stained with a lot of blood, and he didn't care if he took a little more, not to mention that he was a person who didn't mind getting dirty.

This, I have to say, is also where he excels. Feng Bujue has always been able to look at and even deal with some disgusting things that ordinary people can't tolerate very calmly, such as a dead body that has been left for three days and has been laid eggs by flies, or a skunk's nest in an old garbage pile. Things of this level are within his tolerance limit. In fact, every time he sees a new disgusting substance, Feng Bujue's boundary will expand. To put it mildly, he has discovered a new limit of the power he can bear. To put it more bluntly, he has refreshed his limits. Lower limit...

It didn't take him too long to search the body. One minute was enough to confirm that there was nothing on the BOSS except mission items.

While Feng Bujue was checking the description of the item, he stood up, walked through the door, and entered the fan-shaped area.

"Strange..." When Feng Bujue saw the note, he thought of a problem... it was in his luggage at the moment. A total of seven spaces are occupied, and the items included are: Mario's pipe wrench, flashlight, Eighteen Bronze Man's folding stool (No. 5), SCP-500 (19/20), anti-gravity catapult, soul fighting Luo Medal*2 and a one-hit killer gun.

Now add this bottle of unknown chemical agent (B), and it becomes 8/10. According to what is written in the remarks, the three bottles of Potion A, Potion C, and Potion D must each occupy an item slot.

Leaving aside the factor of auxiliary carrying capacity in clothing pockets, when Feng Bujue got the last bottle of medicine, all ten slots in the bag should be full. However, he did not need to put the last bottle in the bag, because after getting all four bottles of medicine, , you can synthesize a bottle. There will be no embarrassment of insufficient luggage space.

Although this may be a coincidence, combined with the puppet Billy mentioning SCP-500 on the radio at the beginning of the script... Feng Bujue is more willing to believe that the designer of this game is very aware of his situation. I'm afraid it takes into account not only the items in the bag, but also skills, physical fitness, equipment, etc.

If the system generates the script based on the characteristics of the players, then... this "game" is tantamount to being designed by the system. The puppet Billy is just a message for the system. Does that mean...Billy himself was just instilled in the system with the consciousness that "I designed this game"?

That’s why you can see everything by using it.

No, because there is no real BOSS in this script, there is just a set of rules, a player, and a few specific chess pieces...

After Feng Bujue returned to the fan-shaped area, he looked back at the second corridor. He was surprised to find out. All the body fragments and blood stains on the ground disappeared, and it became an empty corridor again, but the blood on his body was still there.

"I see..." Feng Bujue seemed to understand something. He didn't dwell on it any longer. At this moment, the personal time he calculated in his mind was about forty-six minutes. If everything goes well, by the 65th minute, he will appear in the cell at the 41st minute of the map time, and he will already have three bottles of medicine in his hand.

In terms of average time. This progress is just right.

Feng Bujue was thinking as he entered the fourth corridor and ran forward. Although the Contra Medal resurrected him, his physical energy after resurrection did not return to full state and still maintained the original consumption. Even with some help, Feng Bujue's physical fitness is still beginning to be strained. It is currently 894/1800, which seems to be just over half. But anyone who has run a long-distance race knows that the further you go, the more tired you get... Not to mention that Feng Bujue is still Long-distance running in a continuous sprint state.

This script is simply a double marathon of physical and mental strength. This marathon is not spreading the sports spirit that focuses on participation, but a desperate game with a death line.

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After entering the corridor, five minutes passed in a blink of an eye. The door to the room also appeared in front of him at about this time.

Feng Bujue suddenly realized at this moment that he had never completely run through an entire corridor. He only ran the first half of the third one, and only the second half of the second one. The room where the mini-boss was located Whether it is forward or backward is unknown, and cannot be calculated as half way... Therefore, even if he can estimate the length of the fourth corridor from beginning to end in a while, he has no way of knowing how long it is compared with the other corridors. Which distance is the shortest?

"No wonder that rabbit doesn't know which path is closest." Feng Bujue said to himself: "Firstly, it's because it has only been to the first corridor, and secondly, because... I showed up at the forty-one minute , Although I have run through three corridors, I still don’t know the length. If I know, I will tell the rabbit.”

He performed a Sakamoto-style slide and gracefully arrived at the door. He reached out to grab the doorknob and pushed the door open.

This is a rusty iron door, which is quite similar to the one in Saw. The room has a dark secret room feeling. After the door is opened, the sound of some rotating shafts and gears moving also indicates that some mechanisms have been triggered.

Feng Bujue didn't think about leaving a way out at all. He also knew that using things to block the door would probably be useless. There was nothing suitable in his inventory to block the door. The flashlight and folding stool might be crushed, and the pipe clamp...if it breaks, the loss...

Kaden——

The lights came on, illuminating the whole room. Above the secret room, an iron chain hung an iron cage, and the puppet Billy was in the cage. His red and black eyes were looking down at Feng Bujue through the iron fence.

The hoarse and low voice of the puppet came out at the right time: "Hello, Feng Bujue. I want to play a game with you."