Chapter 239 Brothers (Part 2)

() On the wall where the bed is leaning, there are many faint carvings, all of which are carved with the same thing... four parallel vertical lines, plus a diagonal line drawn on these four lines.

This was usually a notation used by prisoners to calculate days. If it was from China, the character "正" might be engraved on it, but the walls in front of me were all painted with four vertical and one diagonal markings.

"Well... there are no less than six people who have carved marks on the wall..." Feng Bujue's eyes wandered over the marks and he muttered.

It is not difficult to come to this conclusion. Although it is only an engraving line, the depth, length, and angle of each engraving are different. Moreover, in order to prevent confusion with other engraved marks, each engraved mark is separated from other engraved marks by a certain distance.

"If you want to leave carvings on such a stone wall, you can't do it with nails. You need tools." Feng Bujue knelt down on the bed, close to the wall, and touched and felt the marks with his palms: "These They are all using the same thing..." He looked around the room again: "And that thing is not in this room at the moment..." An answer appeared in his mind in a second++: "It's tableware. ……"

He carefully scanned the four walls, ceilings, and floor of the entire room, "Well... all the scratches are on the wall next to the bed, and there are none elsewhere..."

"Suppose they can only get the tableware when eating, and after eating, they must return the tableware and the plate together, otherwise they will be punished." Feng Bujue analyzed: "Then the time when these marks were carved is Their meal time..." He turned his attention to those carvings again: "Because he was sitting on the bed to eat, so after eating, did he carve it next to him..."

"No!" Feng Bujue immediately rejected this speculation.

He quickly came to the iron door and first looked outside through the iron window above. The corridor outside the door is paved with wooden floors and stone walls on both sides. The ceiling height is slightly higher than that in this room. At the angle between the wall and the ceiling board, a daylight tube is installed at every other section. Looking out from the cell, there was nothing noteworthy within the visual range, and the area twenty meters away was dark and difficult to distinguish.

After roughly looking around for a few seconds, Feng Bujue immediately lay down on the ground to observe the rectangular opening under the iron door. He almost pressed his face against it, sniffed the smell with his nose, and finally touched it with his hand. At the edge of the opening, he licked his fingers again...and then stood up with satisfaction.

"The upper and lower edges of the food delivery port have been stained with food, indicating that someone is indeed using this port to pass food in." He cast his eyes to the corner of the room farthest from him, "And the bucket for excretion was placed In the corner on the other side of the room..." He returned to the bed and thought: "The prisoner's range of activities obviously covers the entire room... he can go to the door to get food, and he can also go to the corner on the other side for convenience. The marks are carved with cutlery, and they can be carved on any wall."

"Then... assuming there is no such thing as tableware..." Feng Bujue stood up again, standing in the middle of the room, doing Kudo Shinichi's signature move, holding his elbow with one hand and his chin with the other.

He looked at the door, as if he was replaying fragments of the past. In the picture in his mind, what was passed through the opening was only a piece of bread and a plastic plate filled with soup.

"Hmm... It's probably more likely that there are no tableware." Feng Bujue turned his attention to the marks on the wall again: "Okay, then what are these carved with? And they must be engraved on this wall... "

Erroneous assumptions eliminated, the answer is at hand.

An idea flashed in his mind, and a smile appeared on Feng Bujue's lips. He took a step forward, lifted up the sheets (note: the sheets and mattress on this bed are the same thing), and saw what he was looking for. s things.

This bed is a whole, no part can be separated, and the four legs are welded to the ground. The frame of the bed is entirely made of iron, and the bed boards are not wooden boards, but metal springs intertwined together.

However, several of these springs have broken. Although these metal springs cannot be completely pulled away from the bed board, the broken end can be held and bent to the wall for marking.

"No wonder the carvings are all on the wall next to the bed, and they are all below a certain height. Due to the pulling force at the other end of the spring bars, they cannot write stably and can only barely carve straight lines." Feng Bujuehua After five minutes, I guessed the origin of the scratches. For him, this process of observing the environment, collecting information, reasoning and solving problems was simply endless pleasure... which made him forget all about the faint pain in his body.

"This room has no windows, so you can't see the sunrise and sunset. People who are locked up here have to judge how long it has been... they must rely on their senses, biological clocks, and the number of times people outside bring them meals as evidence." Feng Bujue paced back and forth: "And this marking tool is not easy to find..." He said thoughtfully: "Hmm... It seems that there are far more than six people who have been locked up in this room. . But among the many prisoners, there are only six or seven who are calm and think clearly, and have not given up on survival."

"The carvings all stopped at the ninth time, which means that these people have not stayed here for more than ten days. They should also be able to infer that when they see the marks carved by the previous people... on the tenth day, or the ninth day Something will definitely happen that night. Judging from the current atmosphere, there is a 1% chance of being released, a 1% chance of changing rooms, and the remaining 98% of being kicked out..." Feng Bujue snorted: "Hmph... even if that's the case, all they can do is record the number of their imprisoned deaths on the wall."

He walked to the wall and leaned on his height. "Without a plot synopsis, I can't be sure whether I am playing a crazy person or someone else...well...he seems to be about the same height." He put his hands on Put it at a height parallel to the top of his head, lean against the wall, and then visually check, it should be about 1.8 meters, "The clothes are my own, the luggage column..." He then glanced at the game menu, and the luggage column... The flashlight, SCP-500, Miss Moxxi's bad temper, and the survival point supplement all turned gray and became unable to be taken out. "Tch...as expected." He said unhappily.

"Okay... let me think about it... the guy dragging 'me' in the opening CG is only less than 1.7 meters tall, but he can drag an adult who is 1.8 meters tall with one hand." Feng Bubu Jue speculated on the strength of the BOSS: "It must be more powerful than ordinary people... At least in terms of strength, it is similar to a level 27 player like me. If that guy controls the food of these prisoners and lets them eat only one meal every day, then He can suppress all the prisoners here without using weapons."

Feng Bujue walked to the door: "What kind of person could imprison PLAY like this... a murderer, a sadist, a cannibal, a mad scientist..." Combined with the only words that the BOSS had at the beginning of the film After a few lines of dialogue, Feng Bujue knocked his palm with his fist: "Yes, scientist."

"Those words he said... were he talking to me? Or were he talking to himself?" Feng Bujue thought: "Or, were he talking to me as well as to himself?"

While he was talking, he grabbed the iron grating of the small window above the iron door and tried to pull and push it a few times. The door just made a clanking sound, indicating that it was obviously locked.

There are no door handles on both sides of the iron door, only a keyhole. Because there is a small window at the top, the door can be pulled without a handle.

Feng Bujue squatted down again and looked into the keyhole. This was of course meaningless... "Escape from the room... Haha..." Feng Bujue confirmed the task content in the task bar again: " Since it is a scenario for the advanced stage of the game, and it is a solo nightmare, it must be tailor-made for me... There is no need to think about using brute force to break through iron doors, so I just want to find a way to open the lock... …”

He pulled out a pipe wrench and began a sweeping search. Starting next to the door, he gently tapped on the walls and the ground inch by inch, trying to find if there were any mechanisms or mezzanines. Even the corners behind the small wooden cabinets and plastic buckets were not missed. He just took these two things. Move it aside and inspect it carefully.

As a result, he found nothing... So he started tearing the sheets off. This sheet is quite thick, but the stuffing inside is not rotten cotton or goose feathers, but rags. It looks like it was cut up from some old clothes, and comes in various colors and materials.

Feng Bujue found nothing from the sheets except rags, so... he put all the rags on the ground and tried to sort them... He sorted them differently according to color, material, and even area. , but the results are meaningless. It seems that there are no rules to follow among these rags. However, he still refused to give up and tried to use these colorful strips of cloth to complete a puzzle... After sitting on the ground and playing for half an hour, Feng Bujue finally gave up. After some hard work, it was impossible to do it normally. After a few attempts, he came to a conclusion that a normal person would make in a few seconds: this is just a pile of useless rags.

"Hey...it's a waste of life. It's a pile of rubbish. Even if you weave these rags into ropes, there's still no place to hang yourself in this room." Feng Bujue laughed at himself: "Where else could the key be hidden? He first looked at the small wooden cabinet: "The three drawers of this cabinet are empty." He then looked at the blue plastic bucket: "That bucket... there was nearly three inches of urine and feces accumulated at the bottom. It's not impossible to find the key..." He swallowed and said, "The bottom of the bucket is too deep. It's inconvenient to bend down and find it. But what if I pour out the contents of the bucket and find nothing. , this place..."

He wanted to get the weird thoughts out of his mind, so he came to the small wooden cabinet first. This time he simply pulled out all three drawers from the cabinet and placed them on the floor. Then he laid the small wooden cabinet horizontally on the ground and reached in to explore. Unfortunately, he found nothing but dust. After tapping it carefully, I couldn't find any settings such as a hidden box.

The three drawers are now placed side by side on the floor. The wooden board is only a little thick, and it is known that there cannot be a mezzanine without checking. Solving the puzzle has once again reached a dead end.

"Is it really hiding in shit... It's too much..." Feng Bujue turned his head and took a deep look at the plastic bucket in the corner of the room, "What kind of script is this? It's too much..."

He suddenly had another idea: "Hey! If I pour the contents of the bucket into three drawers, it won't be all over the floor... The drawers are shallow and easy to find."

Thinking of this, he was really ready. He immediately stood up and walked towards the plastic bucket with a drawer. Fortunately, at this moment, his eyes swept over something.

"Oh!" Feng Bujue picked up the drawer and looked at the bottom of the drawer. "Hahahahaha!" After laughing wildly for a while, he turned the other two drawers over.

It turned out that there was a word written in blood on the bottom of each of the three drawers. Feng Bujue arranged them according to their upper and lower positions when they were inserted into the wooden cabinet, and the information he got was: the back of the top drawer was written with "bed", the middle drawer was written with "key", and the bottom drawer was written with "bracket".

"The key is hidden in..." Feng Bujue turned back suddenly and looked at the bed again. He walked over and knocked around with a pipe wrench, and soon found something strange.

On the outer side of the bed, the horizontal support parallel to the bed board was hollow, while the one against the wall was solid. Feng Bujue started from one end of the bed, from bottom to top, knocking on the bracket inch by inch, and finally when he knocked to the middle, he heard some movement inside.

"You actually hid the key in such a place... Is it for someone to find?" Feng Bujue cursed.

In fact, he had nothing to complain about. Isn't there a hint written on the back of the drawer? The location can only be confirmed by the hint, otherwise who would know that it is in such a place... Bang, bang, bang, the iron bed didn't even have a dent after knocking and twisting.

"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue said: "The fine-grade pipe clamp didn't hurt it at all. Are you trying to hint me... that there is a chainsaw hidden in the dung bucket?"

He sat cross-legged on the ground. After COSing Kudo Shinichi, he began to learn from Ikkiu to think of ideas... "Got it!" Feng Bujue really had an idea.

With the mentality that he would not get pregnant even if he tried, he used [Not So Hasty Repair] on the bed, but he did not expect that the skill failed... With the 60% success rate of the D-level equipment expert and the 10% bonus of [Ice Refiner's Perseverance] that increased the success rate of all active skills, he still failed... This made Feng Bujue begin to doubt whether his idea was wrong.

However, 200 physical points were wasted, so he could not give up. Anyway, this skill had no CD, so he used it again. This time, the skill was successfully performed, and the appearance of the bed changed.

"Sure enough! This is considered a mechanical creation!" Feng Bujue was overjoyed. Although this bed made of pure metal and could not be disassembled looked simple and clear in structure, it was reasonable to classify it as a mechanical creation because there was only one mechanism on it.

Just like the communication equipment that Feng Bujue repaired in Shenyou Village, this bed was also an object that could not be observed from the game menu, but could be repaired. After Feng Bujue used his skills to restore it to [Normal] quality, all the rust on the bed disappeared, and the springs that were broken and raised on the bed board were restored to their original positions.

The most critical change was at the two ends of the bracket on the outside, that is, the two intersections where the iron bar connected the head and foot of the bed. There were two more metal wedges there. Originally, these two parts had been rusted and smoothed, and the outlines could not be seen at all. But at this time, as long as Feng Bujue lifted them separately with a pipe clamp, they could be activated.

Then, he worked for a few minutes and successfully removed the metal bracket from the bed.

After leaving the bed, the bracket became a two-meter-long hollow iron rod. All boys, when holding similar toys, will have an impulse to imitate a monkey. For some reason, this passion still has no intention of fading after adulthood. I wonder if it will disappear when I am not as good as middle-aged... Let's get back to the point. Feng Bujue stood up the hollow bracket and tapped it on the ground twice. I thought the key would fall along the hollow pipe, but when I took away the stick, nothing fell out.

"Ah..." Feng Bujue picked up the iron rod, closed one eye, and looked inside with the other eye. He could see a little light coming through from the other end. There was indeed an outline of a small object in the middle of the rod. It should be the key, but for some reason, it just wouldn't fall out.

Feng Bujue tried to turn the rod over again to see if there would be any reaction if he pushed it down from the other end. The result was still the same, it wouldn't fall out. He got angry and sat on the ground, holding the rod horizontally, and knocked it with a pipe clamp for a while... When he picked it up and looked at it, the position of the key still didn't change.

"What kind of setting is this... It moves when you knock through the pipe, which means it's not fixed or welded to the inner wall, but it won't fall out when you stand the pipe upright..." He confirmed again and again that this metal bracket was not narrow at both ends and wide in the middle. "It's only the first puzzle. Is it necessary to get to this extent... What else do you want from me?"

This mumbling of "What else do you want from me" suddenly gave Feng Bujue an inspiration.

"Wait, could it be..." He thought as he reached into his coat pocket. He had put the soap, candles, and numbers in there.

"So far, apart from the reasoning part, my skills [Not-so-sloppy repairs] and equipment [Mario's pipe wrench] are necessary for the actual operation. Without these two, it would be impossible to get to this point." Feng Bujue said, "Since the system is designed to stump me, then..."

At this time, he took out the [Anti-Gravity Shooter] from his bag. This item did not turn gray, so... Feng Bujue pressed the grab button of the shooter to make the candle float up, and then adjusted the candle to a suitable angle with his hands. Then, he stuffed one end of the candle into one end of the hollow bracket, and sure enough... it fit perfectly.

"Well, designing the puzzle like this also has certain advantages. At least when I solve it, I can easily know that I am right..." Feng Bujue said, pressing the launch button.