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[Insane, Level 27]

Please select the game mode you want to join. 】

[You have selected single-player survival mode (Nightmare), please confirm.] 】

[Confirmed, script generation ......]

【Loading starts, please wait.】 】

"Welcome to Thrillerland." The familiar lines sounded again.

[Loading has been completed, and you are currently in single-player survival mode (Nightmare.)] 】

[This mode provides a brief introduction to the script, and has a chance to appear in side-quests/hidden quests and special world views.] 】

[Script clearance reward: A puzzle card will be randomly drawn.] 】

[Upcoming Script Introduction, the game will start immediately after the playback is completed.] 】

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The moment the opening CG begins, this sound is heard, which seems to be the movement of objects rubbing against the floor.

Feng Bujui realized that the picture in front of him was pitch black at first, but after a few seconds, as if he had opened his eyelids, a gap opened in the middle of the picture, and it expanded, so that he gradually saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The picture is very blurry, there is a short, emaciated back in front of him, looking at the silhouette, it is a man, wearing a blood-stained shirt and suspenders, walking in front of Feng Buyi.

And Feng Bujue, or the role played by Feng Bujue at this moment, was lying on the ground, and the back figure was dragging one of his feet and dragging him across a long corridor.

"Don't worry...... One qiē will be fine...... Something must have gone wrong...... I'll think of a way......" said the back in front of me muttering to himself.

Feng Bujue was unconscious at this moment, and he couldn't control the movement of the camera, because this was still the opening CG stage, and he was just watching something experienced by others from a first-person perspective.

After about thirty seconds, the figure stopped in front of an iron door at the end of the hallway. Then, there was a slight sound of metal colliding.

The door opened, and Feng Buyi watched as he was dragged into a cell-like room, and the picture shook twice, and finally aimed at the ceiling.

Then came the sound of the short man leaving the room and locking the door, and he repeated the words over and over again until he walked out of the door.

[Important: Items of type "Consumables" cannot be used in this scenario, nor can equipment and tools powered by consumables (ammo, batteries, etc.) be used.] 】

“WTF？” Feng Bujue scolded in his heart: "I didn't tell me half of the plot synopsis." Let's start with such a harsh restriction? ”

He scolded too early, because in the next second, the script officially began.

There is no synopsis at all......

Feng Bujue's gaze immediately coincided with the last scene of the opening CG, and he became lying on the ground, facing the ceiling.

It was at the moment when he gained mobility and consciousness. Immediately, a piercing pain was felt all over his body. The pain was unbelievable, as if every bone in the body had been shattered, the surface of the skin was extensively burned, and countless bugs were crawling under the skin......

Of course, the feeling of pain simulated by the system is weakened, as mentioned above. The player's extreme pain will not exceed the strength of the hammer's heavy blow to the fingers, otherwise there is a risk of coma.

However, the intensity of the pain, although limited, is still rich in form. When the feelings like those described above happen to you, you can mention how refreshing it is. In reality, Feng Bujue has never felt this kind of feeling, even though he is a person with strong endurance, he also has a trace of impulse to push at this moment.

【Main quest triggered】

[Find a way to stop the loss of life points]

After hearing the system prompt unconsciously. Immediately opened the taskbar to view the content of that task, and at the same time. He also noticed that his survival value was decreasing at a rate of 1% per second.

"What the hell is this meow script!" Feng Bujue gritted his teeth and sat up, just this action made his entire vertebrae feel a burning sensation, and the muscles of his back and arms were also sore.

He quickly began to observe his surroundings, and despite the interference of pain, he forcibly concentrated his mind to keep his brain running at a high speed.

Consumables cannot be used in this script, which means that Feng Bujue cannot use a blood vial to heal again. He also went to the mall to buy five bottles of survival supplements (medium) before entering the script, and the result was equal to nothing.

Even theoretically, Feng Bujue only had less than a minute and forty seconds to complete this first task, and once that time was exceeded, it would be his last mission.

"How to stop...... The way to stop ......" Feng Bujue repeated this sentence repeatedly, which allowed him to concentrate better.

He first glanced at the cell, which had no windows, only a door. The door was made of iron, with a small iron window above it, from which the light from the corridor shone in, enveloping most of the cell in a hazy light. There is a rectangular horizontal opening under the iron gate, which is just right to deliver food inside. The four walls of the room are stone walls with a sense of thickness, and the floor and ceiling are made of cement. There was a simple bed against the wall, and the sheets were so contaminated with blood that it was impossible to see the original color. There were no pillows and bedding on the bed, and the four feet of the bed were not high off the floor, barely enough for a person to lie under the bed. The bed bracket was made of iron and was welded to the wall and could not be moved.

In the farthest corner from the door, there was a large blue plastic bucket, and judging by the smell from inside, it was probably a toilet.

In another corner of the room, there was a small wooden cabinet about one meter high, with three drawers from top to bottom.

In this case, whatever is in these three drawers, the player will have to open them.

In the top drawer, there is a dirty bar of soap. Although it is dirty, in terms of shape, this piece of soap is very complete, it is a very standard rectangle, as if it has just been taken out of the mold.

The appearance of this thing is really a bit unclear. There is no water in the room, and the feces and urine are all packed in plastic buckets, so naturally there will be no faucets for water. What do you want the prisoners to do with a bar of soap here? Wash your hands with saliva?

Feng didn't have time to read the description of the item, so he first put it on the top of the small wooden cabinet, and then went to open the second drawer.

In this drawer in the middle, which is even more interesting, inside is a candle, white, about fifteen centimeters, slightly thicker than a finger.

"What...... Soap was given without running water, and candles were not matched...... There's no such thing in Chainsaw. Feng Bujue said, put the candle on the top of the cabinet, and then went to open the third drawer.

The bottom drawer was sharp, and it contained a small wooden comb.

"Huh...... Hehe......" Feng Bujue laughed dryly, at this time he had almost forgotten, or had adapted to the physical pain. Compared to this discomfort, these three things found in the process of solving the puzzle made him hurt even more.

"Okay...... There is no hint, so in this situation, how do you want me to do ......" Feng Bujue said.

Time, exactly one minute has passed, Feng Bujue's survival value is still 39%, and he still has thirty-eight seconds to consider.

"Players can't take off their clothes in the script, so you can rule out the possibility of using candles to explode your own chrysanthemums......" Feng Bujue touched his chin and said: "Eat soap?" Eating candles? His gaze shifted to the bucket: "Or eat?" He shook his head: "There is no sense of inevitability between these behaviors and stopping the loss of survival value. ”

Thinking of this, he looked back at the small comb in his hand, "Since you can't think of a logically related method, let's use all the props one by one...... Let's start with the simplest. As he spoke, he brushed his hair twice with the little comb.

Unexpectedly, before the second comb was finished, the system prompt sounded.

[The current quest has been completed, and the main quest has been updated]

The loss of survival value has actually stopped, and the amount of blood that Feng Bujue has at this time is 26%, and at the beginning of the script, there are only less than thirty percent left, I'm afraid this is the first time.

The previous "Find a way to stop the loss of Survival Points" was ticked, and a new indication appeared in the taskbar: "Escape from the room"

"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked at the comb in his hand: "Although you don't have to try to eat all kinds of strange things, but this is too ......" He was halfway through when he suddenly found something, he took the small wooden comb to his eyes, looked closer, and found that the handle of the comb was engraved with two very small letters: A.A

"Hmm...... It appears to be a limited edition. Feng Bujue said half-jokingly.

He took the three items, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, put all three things on the bed, picked them up one by one, and looked at them carefully.

With the completion of the task just now, the pain on Feng Bujue's body suddenly lightened, although he still felt a little faint pain, but it was much more comfortable than when he just started, to compare, it was the difference between hanging and wearing a neck band......

He looked at it for five or six minutes, and the soap was nothing special, there were no patterns on the surface, and the smell was not very fragrant, and it felt like the most primitive kind of laundry soap. Candles are also very common candles, and there is no inscription on either item.

"Hmm...... Is this the only one that's special......" He picked up the small wooden comb again, looked at it in all directions, and found something other than the A.A that he had just seen...... The hair left on this comb is blonde and looks short.

"The short man who dragged me in earlier, with brown hair......" Feng Bujue recalled as he muttered, "Is it used by the other prisoners in this cell......

He thought, his gaze slowly shifting, and when his gaze swept to the wall next to the bed, something new was discovered......

"Ha, it seems that there are a lot of people who have been locked up here......" (to be continued)