Thriller Paradise Chapter 253

Feng Bujue did not know where the music came from, nor did he know what the shadows were going to do. He could only be on guard and keep at least three meters away from each other to prevent the shadows from making any aggressive moves.

And the shadow walking with its back forward, walked out of the black room slowly with the music. When he reached the front of Feng Bujue, he suddenly screamed and made a crotch grab. In that instant, the background music even changed to Beat It.

Now, it should be the peak of shock when he plays this game.

He only saw that shadow changed the dance with very smooth movement and walked toward the ground floor directly in a cool style.

As he went farther and farther, the music became lighter and lighter until the shadow turned the corner of the stairs and disappeared in the blindsight, the BGM stopped in time.

“Ha… Haha…” Feng Bujue twitched his mouth and laughed dryly. He didn't keep up with each other because the ground 1F was now in a dark state and he would lose his target as long as he followed out of the storage room. And he wasn't sure whether the shadow was NPC or monster, whether it would attack him.

Even Feng Bujue has no clue about this inexplicable plot, or event. This feeling of "out of scenario" is so strong that it is incompatible with the plot atmosphere of the script, but consistent with the spoofing of the system.

Feng Bujue he had been entangled in this irrelevant scene for too long. Now that the light in the corridor could shine into the room, he just went in and searched.

As mentioned earlier, this room is empty except for darkness. But soon after Feng Bujue entered the door, he found that there was something unusual in the position where the shadow had just stood.

On that small piece of ground, there is a pool of black stains. From a distance, they are just stains. From a closer look, they are patterns.

These patterns are made up of black lines and are drawn delicately. Six things have been drawn in total.

“Soap, denture, perfume, leather cap, blanket, artificial eye.” Feng Bujue quickly identified the objects referred to by the six figures. “All the plot items that can bring out the script…”

Unknowingly, from the beginning of the script to the present, Feng Bujue has found all these six items, but he still does not know what these represent.

“I seem to have smelled the smell of hidden tasks…” Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing.

He had patience and examined the room carefully, making sure that there's only one system hint and left the room.

“There shouldn't be a white shadow dancing Gangnam Style behind the white door…” When he pushed the door, he said half-jokingly.

When the door opened, the tone in the room was, of course, covered with white light, but it was not strong dazzling light. It can be said that the vision of the room is good. In his first sight, Feng Bujue made sure that this is an operating room.

In the middle of the room is an operating table, or… an experimental station. The metal platform is wide and thick. It cannot be moved because it got connected to the ground. It is estimated that the synthetic man can lie down on this table.

The strong, disgusting odour of the room became more choking under the cover of disinfectant water. Feng Bujue immediately switched the mask into "showing" (he had recovered to the condition of no mask from 1F on the way back from the ground, of course, in the eyes of NPC and monsters, his image was always another person, irrelevant to clothing) before he stepped into the door.

There are three or four trolleys on both sides of the experimental platform, on which there are many conventional surgical instruments, as well as some electric drills, circular saws and other tools for woodworking. All of these heavy tools have been damaged without exception, which can be confirmed by the appearance alone, but Feng Bujue was still interested in picking them up and looking at the attributes one by one.

Even garbage can run for fifteen minutes because of my [Less Hasty Maintenance]. That's what Feng Bujue thought.

Unfortunately, when he finished looking at the attributes of those garbage, he realized a problem. All these heavy tools can only be connected to stabilized power supply, in short… they need to connect the socket.

There is a saying in a movie that “Everyone is blind” 1), which makes sense. For example, if you are asked how many sockets there are in your room at the moment, you probably don't know. If I ask you how many jacks there are on those sockets, nobody will know.

The human brain has a protective mechanism that can help us filter out a lot of “useless” information in our daily life. Therefore, even if something often comes into our sight, we will know nothing about it.

We don't know how many windows we have in our house, how many stations we ride on the subway every day, how many colours we forget about the walls when we leave a place, or even the pattern of slippers on our feet unless we look down.

In the process of a person's growth and adaptation to the surrounding environment, this mechanism will gradually be established. What information is “useless” is the brain's choice of self-determination.

And without this instinctive protection… In theory, the human brain can collect and remember about 86 million pieces of information in life every day, more than any computer in the world. Maybe you don't realize that there will be so much information coming into your head because only 5% of the information collected by your brain can be subjectively invoked, while 95% of the other information is automatically processed by your brain into your subconscious for emergencies.

Nevertheless, the 95% is actually filtered out, which is hard to remember.

But there's always a "But".

But, there are differences between people. Under the above unconscious circumstances, the more developed the brain is, the more information it can record, and the more specific the details of things they remember. These are the so-called “observant” people.

Obviously, Feng Bujue is such a person, and he has been trained in this field since childhood. Even if he did not pay attention to the problem of sockets, he can draw a very precise conclusion as long as he swims in his subconsciousness at this moment – there is no socket in the whole scenario.

“Do I need to put them in the bag and take them away… I can use them with my skill…" Feng Bujue thought, “But it doesn't seem very interesting either. This kind of tool system is available in stores, and there's a no plug-in version that's expensive.”

He thought about it for a while, and he still didn't take it. After all, the quality of these things is garbage, even if they go to the store, they won't change a lot of money.

After searching for five or six minutes, he found nothing. So, he suddenly thought and lay down on the experimental platform, which emitted a very nauseous smell. As a result, it really triggered the CG.

…

This CG is a picture of a person lying on the operating table and seeing it from the first perspective.

“Please… Ah… Let me go… I have a lot of money. I'm an aristocrat. How much do you want? Ah -” The man cried out after half his plea.

The bloodshot scene stayed on the ceiling for a few seconds, and as the experimenter struggled to raise his head forward, two figures came into his sight.

There is a short brown-haired man and another blonde young man, all dressed in shirts and knickers, masks and aprons, bloody and looking like two butchers.

Just now, one of the aristocrat's legs was amputated from the base of his thigh. Because the experiment required him to stay awake, Arthur used Alchemy to give him a “special anesthetic” so that he could not even faint.

“Bastard! You two bastards…” The aristocrat shouted and scolded. Suddenly he paused. The scene was filled with blood: “You! It's you! You are Arthur! That kid who lives on the farm!”

Arthur was about to use a circular saw to cut off the other leg of the aristocrat. When he heard this, he stopped and turned slowly. “Do you know me?”

“I… Yes! I know you! I remember… That month, Old Jim just died. There was no substitute for him at the bazaar for the time being, so during that month, you were in charge of delivering goods to the market." The aristocrat yelled, “I remember you, short, always wearing a cloak to cover your face. It's not wrong, it's you!” He paused. “Boy, how dare you, a farmer dares to do this to me. Do you know who I am? I and the Grand Duke of the Imperial City…”

“Is that all you want to say?” Arthur interrupted, his cold face declaring that there was no point in intimidation of the aristocrat. “You fat-headed wastes, who only consolidate your power and enjoy luxury, do nothing good to the world.

You have a lot of social resources, but you only produce feces. You have only brought oppression and burdens to your fellow men, but you have to force them to sing praises to you while enduring this." Arthur sneered. "Even cattle and horses in the pasture, termites in the soil, are nobler than you… You make me sick.” His eyes were full of irony. “Let me help you to discover some of the values that exist in the world…… Your hair will be made into blankets, your eyeballs will be made into artificial eyes, your teeth will be made into dentures, your fat will be made into soap, your skin will be made into a hat, and finally… Use your resin oil to make a nice bottle of perfume. “

Andrew just stood by and said nothing, and he couldn't get in a word.

The aristocrat's expression was so frightened that he could not be added to it. Sweat beans from his face rolled down. “No… No… No, I don't mean that… You… What do you want, I can give you money, even titles…”

“Haha…” Arthur couldn't help laughing. “I'm not as greedy as you are, so I don't think I'm short of money, as for titles…” His eyes were full of murder. “I am a Penaese, what do you think I should recommend to the royal family? Knight? Baron? Ha ha ha…”

A few seconds later, the circular saw came into operation again, and the room was soon drowned by a continuous scream.

…

“WTF…” After seeing CG, Feng Bujue looked down at the outside pocket of his jacket, which was full of stuff.

Although leather hat, perfume and blankets were all put into his bags, soap, dentures and artificial eyes were placed in his pocket. After knowing that all these things came from a human body, everyone would get goosebumps.

“Ah… I should have guessed that it's such a mean method.” Feng Bujue said, “Okay… There's only one room left for now. The pattern of the black room and the CG of the white room are undoubtedly reminding me what these six items mean… It probably determines whether I can see the “real” end." He calculated, “This is telling me that before I open the gray iron gate, if I can't collect all six things in the previous game, I should go back and look for them now, right…”

Thinking about this, Feng Bujue walked out of the white room. Instead of opening the gray iron door, he walked towards the 1F side of the ground. He went up the stairs, opened the wooden door and entered the storage room. Sure enough, at this moment, it was not dark on the other side of the corridor.

The windows of each room are penetrated with some light so that players can barely see the surrounding scenery. But looking out of the window, there was still chaos and nothing.

“Um… This is undoubtedly the time for free exploration before clearance. I can go up and down the four floors, look for missing props or open the gray iron door to see the end." Feng Bujue thought, “But it didn't make much sense to me, because I had searched carefully before and all six items were already in hand.”

Even though he thought so, he still went to the room on the second floor above the lobby.

He came to the iron door and tried to pull the doorknobs on both sides, but he still couldn't open it.

Feng Bujue left there reluctantly, and he searched again from ground 2F to underground 2F again. He did not go to find things, but his explore obsessive disorder let him worry about missing something, so he had to walk around.

Finally, he returned to the gray iron door. Although he got nothing except psychological satisfaction…

“So… It's the moment of miracle…" Feng Bujue roasted and pushed the iron door aside.

The room was grey, like the atmosphere of the scenario, grey and gloomy.

There were a chair and a small table on the wall opposite the door. Arthur sat on the chair and looked quietly at the door.

“You are awake…” Arthur said, “I know the cell can't really hold you…”

“Do you have a mirror?” This was the first sentence Feng Bujue asked.

“Mirror?” Arthur looked up for two seconds, then slowly raised his right arm and pressed his palm against the wall.

A second later, the light of a wall around Feng Bujue suddenly rose and was instantly transformed into a mirror.

“Done this without drawing circles…” Feng Bujue thought and turned around to look at himself in the mirror.

Basically, the image in the mirror was not unexpected. To describe it, it was a zombie Andrew.

“My silly brother.” Arthur said, “You think you're smart, and this… this is the price.”

“Can you explain it to me?” Feng Bujue asked.

“Don't you understand yet?” Arthur answered, “I know what you've done to change the experimental data; I know what you've done to steal recipes, and you've been working in circles… In fact, it's wrong.” He sighed deeply. “You are playing that innocent and kind brother, and you are planning to rob my body. But it never occurred to you that from the very beginning, the alchemy of “exchanging souls” you found was a forgery version made by me." He paused for a moment, looked at the change of Feng Bujue's expression, and then said, “You think I've succeeded in cheating me, let me exchange without knowing it. Unfortunately, on the contrary, you misunderstood the role of the circle yourself."

“Ha ha ha ha…” Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing and said, “Blame on me?”

Arthur's got an unexpected reaction from his brother, but he remained calm. “Are you insane?”

“No, no.” Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing and shaking his head. He just thought the two brothers were interesting. He thought Arthur was a bad man. But right now, seems Andrew was not a good guy. It's true to think about it carefully. The accomplice has done so many desperate things for so long, can he still comment that Andrew is really kind?

“Can you tell me, then, what is the real effect of this exercise?” Feng Bujue asked.

“Of course it's transforming me into a human.” Arthur answered, “The price is to turn an ordinary human into a demon.”

“Is this a demon?” Feng Bujue pointed to himself in the mirror and said, “The demon looks this ugly?”

“Regrettably, it failed.” Arthur explained, “I didn't become a human, and you become this…”

“Did you make a miscalculation?” Feng Bujue asked.

“Of course not. I won't make mistakes.” Arthur answered.

“I see, there's only one answer…” Feng Bujue said, “I am not a pure human being either,”

Arthur sighed bitterly, “Even Homer sometimes nods… I should have thought, how could ‘that woman's son an ordinary person…"

“You mean mom?” Feng Bujue asked carefully.

“Yes, mom, hum…” Arthur looked depressed. “Do you know why she picked me up?”

“Take away your strength?” Who is Feng Bujue? An absolute pessimist. He never believed in anyone's born good. Therefore, he has a full psychological prediction of the degree of human evil.

“Oh? Did she tell you before she died?” Arthur responded.

“No, I'm just guessing.” Feng Bujue said, “I know very well that woman is not simple…” Previous CG images flashed through his mind. “She was ostensibly opposed to your use of alchemy, but she was indifferent when you were less than ten years old, holding those profound books for research. Hum… Speaking of it, she managed to get those books for you.” He paused for a second and said, “Before she died, she knew her plans were hopeless, so she pretended to be a good mother who really loved you, trying to tie you down with affection and let you take good care of her biological son.” He took out the book Alchemy Advancement and took out the photo from the page, reading to the back: “Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love. Haha… When I first saw this picture, I thought it was strange why it was clipped in such a book. Now I understand that she reminds you in this way that you are a family." Feng Bujue sneered, “Unfortunately… She also underestimated you, you must have seen through her as early as at a very young age. If I guess it right, even her death…”

“Yes, it's me.” Arthur answered, “It took me a year to get her to die. She didn't know until she died, I planned her 'incurable disease'."

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