[Feng Bujue, level 27]

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Welcome to Thriller Paradise. Familiar lines appeared again.

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Shuffling Shuffling

At the beginning of the CG, the sound was heard, as if a heavy object is rubbing on the floor.

It was dark at first. A few seconds later, as if Feng Bujue opened his eyelids, a gap opened in the middle of the picture, and it widened, allowing him to see what's going on.

The scene was blurred, and a short, thin figure appeared in view of the outline of a man. He was in a bloody shirt and overalls, walking ahead of him.

And Feng Bujue, or let's say the role of Feng Bujue, was lying on the ground. The figure was dragging him by one foot across a long corridor.

Don't worry Everything will be fine There must be something wrong I'll figure that out Said the figure in front of him to himself.

Feng Bujue was unconscious and unable to control the motion of his sight because this is the game CG. He was just looking at something that someone else is going through from a first-person perspective.

About thirty seconds later, the figure stopped in front of an iron door at the end of the corridor, then the tinkling voice of metals colliding came to his ears.

The door opened, and Feng Bujue watched as he was dragged into a room, which's resembling a prison cell.

Then came the sound of the little man leaving the room and locking the door, and going out, repeating the words over and over again.

[Important note: There are no consumables (ammunition, batteries, etc.), driven equipment and tools that can be used in this script.]

WTF? Feng Bujue abused in his heart, Didn't tell me half a sentence of the synopsis, but threw me such a harsh limit?

He cursed too early, for the next second the script began.

There's no any synopsis at all

Feng Bujue's sight was then overlapped with the final frame of the title CG, and he became the condition of lying on the ground, facing the ceiling.

As soon as he acquired the ability to move and feel, his whole body immediately felt a sharp pain. It was an incredibly painful feeling, like every bone in the body are breaking with extensive burns on the skin, and numerous worms crawling under the skin

Of course, the painful feeling of the system simulation was weakened. As mentioned above, the player's extreme pain will not exceed the strength of the hammer to hit the finger, otherwise, it will be in danger of coma.

However, although the intensity of the pain was limited, the form was quite rich. Feng Bujue had never experienced this kind of experience before in reality. Even though he was a person with great endurance, he had a strong urge to quit at this moment.

[the Main task has been triggered]

[Find a way to stop loss of survival value]

Once Feng Bujue heard the system prompt, he immediately opened the taskbar and checked the contents of the task. At the same time, he found that the survival value was decreasing by 1% per second.

"What on earth is this script!" He sat up with clenched teeth, and the mere movement sent a burning sensation through his entire spine, his back and arms muscle were all sour.

He immediately began to observe his surroundings, forcing himself to concentrate and despised the painful distractions, to keep his brain running at high speed.

Feng Bujue can't use consumable items in this script, which means he can't use blood bottles to recover blood. Even he went to the mall and bought five life-value supplements (medium), it will not help him in this script.

Theoretically, Feng Bujue had only less than a minute and forty seconds to complete the first task. If he can't get it in during this period, it will be his last mission.

The way to stop The way to stop Feng Bujue repeated the words, which enabled him to concentrate better.

He glanced at the cell. There were no windows, only one door. The door was made of iron, with a small iron window above it, and the light came from the corridor fell, leaving half the prison cells in a hazy light. There was also a rectangular transverse opening under the iron door, just enough to bring food in. The walls of the room were stone and thick, while the floors and ceilings were made of cement. Against the wall there was a very simple bed, the sheet has been blood contaminated to see the original colour. There were no pillows on the bed, the four legs were not high off the ground, and barely enough to fit a man under the bed. The bedstead was made of iron, welded to the wall and immobile.

In the farthest corner of the door was a large blue plastic bucket. Judging by the smell, it was probably a toilet.

And in the other corner of the room, there was a wood small cabinet height one meter, from the top to the bottom there were three drawers. After Feng Bujue saw that cabinet, he rushed to it directly.

In this case, no matter what's in the three drawers, the player has to open them.

In the top drawer was a piece of dirty soap. Though it's grimy, the soap was perfectly shaped to a standard rectangle, like something straight out of a mould.

It's a little bit of a mystery. There's no water in the room, and feces and urine were stored in plastic buckets, so there will be no water faucets. Put a bar of soap here, what do you want the prisoners to do then? Wash your hands with spit?

Feng Bujue did not have time to exam the properties of it, so he first put it on the top of the small wooden cabinet, and then went to open the second drawer.

In the middle of this drawer, which was more interesting, was a white candle, about fifteen centimetres long and it's slightly larger than the fingers.

What the Soap without running water, candles without matches Even The Saw doesn't have that kind of fun. Feng Bujue muttered, then he put the candle on the top of the cabinet and opened the third drawer.

The bottom drawer was much more fun: It contained a small wooden comb.

Ha Ha ha" Feng Bujue laughed awkwardly. He had almost forgotten or rather adjusted to the physical pain. The three things he discovered during the process of solving the puzzle caused him more discomfort.

Well No hint, what do you want me to do in this situation" he thought.

Time had just past over a minute, Feng Bujue's survival value was 39 percent and he had 38 minutes to think about it.

Players can't take their clothes off in the script, so I can rule out the possibility of fu** my assho** with a candle Feng Bujue touched his chin and said: Eat soap? Eat candle?" His sight moved to the bucket. Or eat shi*? He shook his head. There's no sense of a necessary relationship between these behaviours and the loss of survival value.

He thought about it, and he looked back at the tiny comb in his hand. "If there's no relate idea logically, I could start with the simplest one and use all of the items. He said, combing his hair twice with the little comb.

Unexpectedly, the system voice appeared even he didn't finish combing.

[Current task was completed; the Main task was updated]

The loss of survival value was stopped. Feng Bujue's survival was 26%. It was his first time that at the beginning of the script and his survival was decreased less than 30%.

The previous task [Finding a way to stop the loss of survival value] had a checkmark on it, and a new instruction appeared in the taskbar: [Escape from the room]

Huh? Feng Bujue looked at the comb in his hand "I don't need to eat all kinds of wired things, which's good, but this is too" Then he suddenly noticed something. He took the little wooden comb and looked closely at it.

There're two little letters: A.A.

Well It looks like a limited edition. He said with a half-jokingly tone.

He took three things, went to the bed and sat down. He put all three things on the bed, picked them up one by one, and checked them carefully.

As the task was completed, the pain felt suddenly light. Although he still felt a bit of pain, it was much more comfortable than when he started. It's like the difference between hanging and wearing a collar

He looked at it for five or six minutes. The soap was nothing special, there was no pattern on the surface, and the smell was not very sweet. It felt like the kind of classic laundry soap. The candle was also just a very common candle, and neither of these objects was engraved.

Well Is this comb the only special one Feng Bujue took up the little comb again and looked at it in all directions. Besides the font, he found one more thing: The hair that remains on this comb is blonde and looks short.

The little man who pulled me in earlier had brown hair Feng Bujue recalled his memory and muttered. "Is that what the other prisoners in this cell used

He thought, with sight slowly moving, and when he looked at the wall next to the bed, there was a new discovery

Well, there seems used to be a lot of people here"