Chapter 238 Brothers (1)

[Feng Bujue, level 27]

[Please select the game mode you want to join.]

[You have chosen the single-player survival mode (nightmare), please confirm.]

[Confirming, the scenario is being produced…]

[Please wait for the load to start.]

“Welcome to Thriller Paradise.” Familiar lines appeared again.

[Loading is complete, you are currently in a single-player survival mode (nightmare).]

[This mode provides a brief introduction to the scenario and has a chance to present a branch/hidden mission and a special world view.]

[Scenario clearance award: Draw a random jigsaw card.]

[Going to show a brief introduction of the scenario, and the game will start after that.]

Shuffling… Shuffling…

At the beginning of the CG, this sound was heard, as if a heavy object was being rubbed 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 his view, the outline of a man who was in a bloody shirt and overalls, walking ahead of him.

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

“Don’t worry…… Everything will be fine… There must be something wrong… I’ll figure it 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 was the game’s CG. He’s 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 looks like a prison cell.

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

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

“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 scenario began.

There was no synopsis at all…

Feng Bujue’s sight was then overlapped with the final frame of the title CG, and he became the one 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, as if every bone in his body was 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 a hammer hitting the finger, otherwise, the player would 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 the 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% every second.

“What on earth is this scenario!” He sat up with clenched teeth, and the 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 despite the painful distractions, to keep his brain running at high speed.

Feng Bujue can’t use consumable items in this scenario, which means he can’t use heal bottles to recover his health. Even though he went to the mall and bought five life value supplements (medium) before, it would not help him in this scenario.

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

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

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

And in the other corner of the room, there is a wooden small cabinet one meter tall, from top to bottom there are 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 dirty, the soap is 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 are stored in plastic buckets, so there arent any water faucets. Why put a bar of soap here, what do you want the prisoners to do then? Wash their 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 slightly larger than his palm.

“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 is much more bizarre: It contains a small wooden comb.

“Ha… Haha…” 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 gone past over a minute, Feng Bujue’s survival value was 39 percent and he had 38 seconds to think about it.

“Players can’t take their clothes off in the scenario, so I can rule out the possibility of fu*king my assho*e 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 relating 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 though he didn’t finish combing.

[Current task is completed; the main task is updated]

The loss of survival value was stopped. Feng Bujue’s survival is 26%. It was his first time that in the beginning of a scenario that his survival value was decreased by 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 weird things, which is good, but this is too……” Then he suddenly noticed something. He took the little wooden comb and looked closely at it.

There were two little letters: A.A.

“Well… It looks like a limited edition.” He said with a half-joking tone.

He took the 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 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 them for five or six minutes. The soap is nothing special, there is no pattern on the surface, and the smell is not very sweet. It felt like the kind of classic laundry soap. The candle is also just a very common candle, and neither of these objects are 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 this what the other prisoners in this cell used… “

He thought with his sight slowly moving. When he looked at the wall next to the bed, there was a new discovery…

“Well, this seems to be used by a lot of people here…”