Chapter 243 Brothers (VI)

()    "Heh... Heh..." Feng Bujue's mouth twitched, and he put the magnet in his pocket near the small hole for comparison, and found that the size was just right.

He tried to insert the magnet in, and only inserted about one-third of it, and then he felt a strong magnetic force in the round hole pulling, and the whole magnet was sucked in. The next second, the box opened...

It turned out that this small safe did not need a password at all. The lock on the front was just a trick. The real way to open it was to trigger a mechanism inside. 80% of this safe was made of ordinary metal materials, but inside the small hole, a part was made of special, high-density magnetic ore, and contained a wedge. And the only prop that can unlock this mechanism is the magnet.

"Keep changing the puzzle rules, right... You have the guts..." Although Feng Bujue was a little annoyed, he quickly calmed down. The big box outside was opened with a password, which did not mean that the small box inside also needed a password. He could only blame himself for falling into the trap because of his fixed mindset.

Feng Bujue took it out of the small safe, then left cell number six and walked towards the stairs leading to the upper level.

After opening the black iron gate, the key disappeared, and the system prompt sounded at this moment:

This task was ticked off, and then the next step appeared:

"Hmm?" Feng Bujue felt a little strange when he saw this task. Logically, the task should say "Explore the underground 1F and find a way to the ground", but in front of him, there was only a simple sentence "Go to the ground 1F", as if...

"Can I go up directly?" Feng Bujue thought.

He held the rusty long iron bar (the iron bar had already turned back to its dilapidated quality at this time). He walked forward cautiously along the corridor of the underground 1F. This floor is almost a mirror image of the underground 2F. Not far from the stairs, there are six cells, three on each side. But the iron door of the cell on this floor is different from that of the lower floor. There is no food delivery port, no small iron window, and no numbers marked with paint on the door. Except for the keyholes and door handles, the six iron doors are almost made of a single piece of iron plate, and the thickness is unknown. It is also impossible to detect the situation inside the house from outside the door.

Feng Bujue tried to open the six doors one by one, but they were all locked. He could not hear any movement even if he listened to the door panels. He thought to himself: "It is unlikely that the entire underground 1F is just for decoration, which means... I will come back later, right..."

He thought. He had already reached the other end of the corridor, and a staircase leading up appeared in front of him. Feng Bujue calculated the length of the corridor based on his own stride, and he was sure that the cell zero should be right below the staircase. However, his calculation did not seem to have much significance except that the length of the corridors on the underground 1F and 2F was equal.

The stairs in front of him were made of wood and looked very old. There were still a lot of strange smells on the steps, which might come from food and excrement spilled during transportation, or blood and body fluids left when people were dragged up and down. After mixing together, it became a smell that was not strong, but enough to make people sick.

Feng Bujue climbed up the stairs, turned back once, and came to a wooden door. He reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it carefully. The door opened smoothly.

Behind the door was the ground floor. Standing on the stairs and looking out the door, you can see a room similar to a storage room. The walls are made of brick and wood, and there are many bulging sacks piled around. There are also three rows of round wooden wine barrels stacked on the side of one wall.

The light in that room is worse than underground. The only light source is a kerosene lantern placed on a wine barrel. Feng Bujue naturally would not rashly walk into the dark environment in front. He first put the iron bar in his hand into the door, and gently knocked it up and down and left and right a few times. After confirming that there was no trap in front that was activated by physical contact, he stepped through the door.

The system prompt sounded again, and a new task appeared:

Feng Bujue glanced at the task and continued to move forward. The first thing he did was to get the kerosene lamp. In the case that the flashlight could not be used, it was obviously urgent to get lighting equipment.

He had just walked forward more than three meters, and suddenly... with a bang, the door behind him closed.

Feng Bujue turned back suddenly, but he could only see the closed door and his shadow on the wall. He listened alertly for more than ten seconds, but there was only suffocating silence around him.

At this moment, he made a prompt decision, took out the Vajra Bell, and turned on the special effect of "Death Alert".

In the next five minutes, anything that was hostile to Feng Bujue and might threaten his life would cause the Vajra Bell to react.

However, after he turned on the special effect and waited for about twenty seconds, there was no sound at all.

"Wow... what's going on..." Feng Bujue thought, "There's no wind in this place, and this door can't possibly be equipped with a spring-loaded door hinge... how did it close without external force?"

A normal, fearful person would definitely be affected in this state. But Feng Bujue is not that kind of person... For him, even if a sad evil ghost suddenly appeared behind the door, it would not have any effect on the fright value. He always only considers the threat to the survival value, and ignores the existence of the fright value.

So, as long as the Vajra Bell doesn't ring, he has nothing to worry about.

But he walked up quickly and came to the door, and stretched out his hand to open it. Unexpectedly, he heard the system prompt:

"Oh... So the system is closed." Feng Bujue breathed a sigh of relief, and he immediately understood the meaning of the prompt. This door was closed to prevent players from returning to the underground when they only found one or two keys, thereby disrupting the progress of the game.

"Well... While the death alarm state is still going on, go out and explore the truth first." Feng Bujue thought of this, turned around to get the kerosene lamp, and put the iron bar on the ground. Quickly walk towards the other door of this room.

Pushing the door out, there is a dark corridor outside, and the light of the kerosene lamp can only spread to a limited distance. By the way, the note of this kerosene lamp reads:

Unlike the two underground floors, the ground floor is basically built of bricks and wood, with more rooms; the corridor has corners; there are furniture in the house; it looks like a residential house.

"Did the mad scientist build a dungeon under his house..." Feng Bujue thought, "Maybe only the six rooms on the second underground floor are used to lock people up, and the first underground floor is some kind of laboratory?"

He held a kerosene lamp and moved forward sideways. In order to make good use of the state of the death alarm, he did not explore in detail for the time being, but quickly passed through the corridor, opened the door of each room, leaned in and took a few steps. Then he stepped out and went to the next room...

During this process, what impressed Feng Bujue the most was the smell of this floor. For some reason, the air here seemed to be worse than those underground cells. It felt like... This house was built right between a slaughterhouse and a chemical plant, and the windows were open all year round.

In this way, it took more than three minutes. Feng Bujue tried all the rooms on the first floor in this way, and the diamond bell did not ring at all. Although this does not mean absolute safety, it at least shows that before triggering a new FLAG. Just walking around in the mansion will not be dangerous.

After exploring the entire floor, there were two places that Feng Bujue could not pass through.

The first place was the stairs leading to the second floor. There was a lump of meat blocking it. Yes, a lump of meat. It looked like a big meatball made of the flesh and blood of many dead bodies. I don’t know what force made these things stick together to form a wall of meat, blocking the stairs.

Since the Vajra Bell never rang, Feng Bujue approached the lump of meat unscrupulously and poked it with his fingers a few times. At that time, the system voice prompt said:

The second place that cannot be passed is the door to leave this room. Just walk along the corridor and you will arrive soon. The door looks like an ordinary wooden door. When Feng Bujue touches the door handle, he will get the following system prompt:

These three words may be the most common prompts for players when facing doors in all horror puzzle games. Even Feng Bujue is not interested in complaining about it.

"Ah... it's been an hour and a half since I entered the script." After the death alarm time was up, Feng Bujue returned to the storage room connected to the underground, "It feels like the game process is not even halfway through..." He said, and started searching.

He spent five minutes searching the storage room, but found no useful items. There was only dust and cobwebs in every corner of the room. The sacks were filled with sand, and the rows of wine barrels against the wall were all empty.

Preliminary observation showed that there was no key in this storage room. Even if there was, it was hidden in a place that could not be found under normal conditions, and it would require some clues to find it.

So, Feng Bujue returned to the corridor on the first floor again with a kerosene lamp and walked towards the next room.

Next door was a study room, and the floor of the study room was covered with carpet. That was not an ordinary carpet. To put it in a more vivid way... I guess even the loom that made it would curse that it was not its own product. When Feng Bujue stepped on it, he felt that this thing had become a plant. In this foul, gloomy air, it degenerated into a lush and moist lichen, like moss spreading all over the ground...

There are two niches on the wall on the left hand side after entering the door, and the decorations placed in them are gone. If there were flowers and plants placed in them, they died in this filthy and dirty air; if there were statues placed in them, the saints might have been dragged out by the big and small demons in the darkness, dragged to a certain evil abyss under the house...

Feng Bujue walked to the window and opened the curtains. Through the glass, he could only see the thick darkness, and even if he raised the kerosene lamp to the window, it would be useless. Trying to open the window was obviously useless, and smashing the glass with a pipe clamp only numbed his hands in the end.

He put his face close to the window sill and sniffed it with his nose, but unfortunately the air outside the window did not leak in at all. He only smelled a kind of musty smell, belonging to this mansion, a musty smell similar to the mixture of oilcloth and rotten wood.

"It seems that escaping from the house is unlikely." Feng Bujue muttered. He came to the desk in the middle of the room.

The desk was very messy, with a pile of miscellaneous items scattered all over the place. Feng Bujue picked up the items one by one and looked at their properties, but they were all garbage.

Only one drawer of the desk was not opened, and the other drawers had been pulled out of the desk and dropped on the ground. The papers in the drawers were scattered in the corners and under the desk. An ink bottle that had fallen from nowhere also fell to the ground. The ink in the bottle had long dried up, and some nearby papers were stained with ink. The carpet was splashed with an explosive ink mark.

After Feng Bujue opened the only drawer, he found a magnifying glass inside. He laughed at the time: "Haha... If there is a pipe or something, it will be cool."

Most people of his age, when seeing others posing in this way, will think that this person is old-fashioned or immature. Only Feng Bujue firmly believes that it is cool to hold a pipe in his mouth and hold a magnifying glass. This may be his own romance.

After getting the magnifying glass, Feng Bujue became more excited. He held a kerosene lamp in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other hand, and turned to the side of the study. On the wall of the study, there is a bookcase, which is filled with books from top to bottom. The temptation of this prop to Feng Bujue is self-evident.

This script has no time limit. If no one stops him, it is possible for Feng Bujue to stay in this room and take out the books one by one to read them. The only thing that can stop him is the connection time limit of the game cabin. When the neural connection time in reality exceeds the maximum time limit of the day, Feng Bujue in the script will be forced to go offline.

Fortunately, the system has done something very unique in its settings. On this bookshelf, 99% of the books have not been translated. Not only are they not translated, but even the words are not allowed to be clearly seen by the players. The words in each book, including the cover and the title on the side, are all blurred.

This made Feng Bujue very unhappy, because he was also very interested in "decoding". Since he read the "Dancing Man" case in "Sherlock Holmes" in elementary school, he has been addicted to decryption games related to letters for at least half a year. At present, the text in this script is exactly 70% similar to English. He was originally full of confidence to decipher the language rules of this world, but now he had to give up.

Of course, there are still 1% of the books that are translated by the system, which is a hint for him to read...

"Alchemy Advanced..." Feng Bujue looked at the book with a dark blue cover and read out the title: "Well... why do you want me to read this..." Before he finished speaking, a piece of paper suddenly fell out from between the pages of the book.

Feng Bujue bent down to pick up the piece of paper and held it to the light to check. Only then did he realize that it was not a piece of paper, but a faded photo.

The paper of the photo had turned yellow, and since it was originally a black and white photo, the border and the middle looked the same color. In the photo, there were two boys who looked about ten years old. They were facing the camera side by side. The shorter child on the left was pressing the head of the child on the right with his hand, and both of them showed silly smiles. Even through the photo, Feng Bujue seemed to be able to experience their innocence and happiness.

Feng Bujue looked at the photo for a few seconds, but something happened unexpectedly.

The next second, he actually re-entered the state of watching the opening CG, and a video appeared and played in front of his eyes. This video was faded like the photo, but at least it was not completely black and white.

A meadow, a pasture, behind a sparse fence, some cattle, horses and poultry strolled leisurely on the grass, and a sheepdog ran by. After this harmonious scene, the camera moved sideways, and a barn entered the picture. Not far from the barn, there was a two-story house.

Feng Bujue had no doubt that the house in the picture was the one he was in. Although it took him only more than three minutes to walk through the rooms on the first floor, the amount of information he collected in these few minutes of seemingly casual strolling was absolutely huge.

He estimated the area of ​​the house, calculated the number of windows and doors, constructed the plane structure of the entire first floor in his mind, and deduced whether the positions of each room on the first floor overlapped with the rooms in the underground corridor. He even considered whether there would be a dark room between the walls...

In short, it is not an exaggeration to say that the floor plan of the first floor of this house is already in Feng Bujue's mind, so when he saw the outer outline of the big house in this video, he quickly made a judgment.

Laughter, the laughter of children.

The picture did not cut into the house as Feng Bujue expected, but continued to move sideways and came to a lawn next to it. There was a swing there, and a blond boy was sitting on the swing. There was a woman, probably his mother, who was helping him push the swing. The boy laughed cheerfully and heartily, and his mother's face was also filled with a happy smile.

Under a tree not far from the swing, sat another little boy, a brown-haired boy. He was holding a book and reading it with interest. It was a book with a dark blue cover... Obviously, it was the same book as the "Alchemy Advanced" that Feng Bujue had just found.

"Arthur, do you want to play for a while?" The mother turned her head and said to the boy sitting under the tree.

Feng Bujue did not hear the child's answer under the tree, because the image stopped there. He resumed the game in progress and was once again in the study.

"Hmm... Could it be..." Feng Bujue's first reaction after watching the CG was to reach out and grab his hair.