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We sometimes see that on some quiz variety shows, the host has a trick of playing. For example, there are three baffles on the spot, and the host is the informant of the contestants, one of which has a brand new car behind it, while the other two have nothing behind. He then asked the contestants to choose a piece to open.

The contestant chose the first baffle, and at this time, knowing which board was hiding behind the car, came to the third baffle, opened it, and there was nothing behind it. Then, the host walked up to the contestants and said, "Do you still want to choose the first baffle now?" Do you want to change your choice? ”

Most of them don't change their choices, because they are simply paranoid or fearful, thinking that the host is using reverse psychology to try to fall into the trap. But in fact, no matter where the car is, regardless of the emotional factor, based on statistics, the choice based on the change of variants, should be changed to the second baffle.

Feng Bujue didn't enter the first door, it was after multiple considerations, whether it was the self after the overlap of time and space, or a simple illusion, whether it was a thousand disturbances or a hint. Choosing to enter other corridors and finding potions is not less likely, but the probability of encountering danger, or "choosing the wrong one", is lower than walking through the first door.

The prioritization of other paths can also be used as evidence of what happened in the first path, and when more information about the script is gathered, it may be possible to explain the previous scene more accurately.

Click...... Extremely high frequency footsteps.

After entering the third door, Feng Bujue ran down the corridor, he ran extremely fast, and his figure was like a purple cheetah, skimming the corridor. He knew in his heart that in this kind of cookie-cutter corridor, he couldn't afford to delay any longer.

The first twenty-three minutes were almost over, and he hadn't found a single bottle of potion. Even after finding the potion, he still had to spend time unlocking a few chainsaw doors. That kind of game can be described as refreshing and healthy, and if you play it in real life, in addition to causing permanent disability and psychological shadows, there is also a high probability of death. And in the thriller park, take the current script as an example, if you don't play it well, you will lose your survival value or time, and at worst, you will be presented with the Contra Medal.

The Jazz Dance was not blown up in the previous script, which is a great luck for Feng Bujue, which not only increases his running speed but also reduces physical exertion, which can help him grab a lot of time at this time.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue ran and ran, and saw a door popping out of the corridor in front of him, a wooden door that looked quite old.

This is in the middle of the corridor, and I don't know how long the road ahead is, but there are zài rooms in this corridor, which is really a bit unexpected, I thought that these monotonous corridors were just passages that consumed the player's time, connecting different flag locations, but there were actually some settings on this halfway.

Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door without hesitation and reached out to pull the doorknob. He'd have to go in, what if there's a flask in there? No one has ever said that the potion must be at the end of the corridor, and whether there is an end to this corridor or not, whether there is a potion at the end, there has to be a question mark, just like what will come out of the door in front of you, it is unknown.

The door was opened, and it was quiet, not for the imaginary "creaking" of wood. It was dark inside, and the light in the hallway was swallowed up by darkness when it reached the doorway. Feng Bujue didn't rush in, he took out a flashlight and shone it inside, and first saw the situation inside.

It was a small, empty room, unfurnished, with empty cardboard boxes and large baskets piled up in the corner, and a window in the room, but it was tightly sealed with an iron plate. There were no other doors in the room, and there was no carpet on the floor. The floor is not the same as the corridor outside, it looks very broken, and it is uneven, and there are some mottled marks, which seem to be caused by insects.

It's hard to say what clues or objects are hidden in this room, but one thing is for sure, there is no entry inside, and there is no place to hide it.

Feng Bujue observed for a little for more than ten seconds, and then strode in.

When he stepped through the door with both feet and was in this small room, a strong chill grabbed him, it felt like standing in the snow in a thin shirt in winter, this cold was so real, it was not caused by psychological factors.

"Huh...... What kind of air conditioner is this? Standing one step outside the door, it was still at room temperature...... "Feng Bujue wouldn't be afraid anyway, he still talked to himself easily.

He raised his flashlight and was about to look around the corners to see the blind spots outside the house, when the door behind him moved on its own, as it had been opened, and quietly closed the ...... "Close the door again?" Feng Bujue seemed a little impatient with this situation of being killed by the door after entering the claustrophobic space, and he turned over and grabbed the doorknob, turning it with all his might, trying to open the door.

Outcome...... It really failed.

After the door was closed, the seal was tantamount to being in prison, and the chill inside the house became even stronger. Feng Bujue couldn't resist this door, he was still panting, and the flashlight illuminated the bursts of white gas exhaled from his mouth.

"Okay, okay...... It's a time-wasting trap, and you have to solve the puzzle to get out, right? Feng Bujue shook his head, turned around quickly, and started a carpet search rather helplessly.

He looked at the four corners, they were all normal, there was nothing, and then he walked to the few waste 1-day cartons and empty baskets in the corners of the house, and at this moment, Feng Buyi suddenly felt something...... He realized that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from above.

Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, and at the same time moved the light of the flashlight upward, and immediately saw ...... In the middle of the ceiling, a dark shadow formed by air floats, its appearance is not very clear, as if it is a shadow of entering. Its body clings to the ceiling, as if to isolate or engulf the light, and when the flashlight hits it, the aperture is separated around its body.

Feng Bujue stared at this guy with a calm expression, and it also looked down on Feng Bujue, and this strange atmosphere lasted not long before the dark shadow gradually faded and disappeared...... Unexpectedly, about three seconds after it completely disappeared, suddenly, two dark blue beams of light shot from above, which was where the dark shadow's eyes were.

You have to be startled if you change to a normal station, but Feng Bujue just stood motionless, didn't even shake his hands, and said weakly: "You are startled...... It's pretty lively, o ......."

At this time, the shadow pounced from above, Feng Bujue took a step back, easily avoided it, and took out a one-hit killing pistol, pointed at the other party and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

The shadow gradually became clear and real from a state of nothingness, and he became a black incarnation, looking like the murderers planted in Conan's hands, except that the eyes of this thing were blue, and there was a strange fold on his body, and he could faintly see the blood-like liquid flowing in the folds, as if this guy's blood vessels were outside the body, and they were transparent.

"Do you tell ghost stories?" The shadow spoke, and the voice sounded like a middle-aged man.

"You...... Hahaha...... "Feng didn't know which nerve was wrong, he suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny, and this sentence poked at his laughter, about ten seconds later, he barely controlled his feelings, and said: "I warn you, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Tell a ghost story." The Shadow said again......

Feng Bujue put down the gun, he was not worried that the one-hit killer pistol would not kill this goods, but he was worried that killing this goods might lead to him being trapped in this room and unable to get out, "If I talk about it...... Are there any benefits? He asked.

Don't look at it as such a seemingly simple and random question, in fact, Feng Bujue thought it through very carefully, he didn't ask "Can you let me out after you talk about it", but asked "What's the benefit", so that the other party's answer has more possibilities. If the flag in this room is to tell a story, and then open the door, then the question is the same; But if there is any other benefit to telling the ghost story than going out, then the unwitting question will be able to know all the rewards in advance.

"If it scares me, I'll let you out." The Shadow replied.

"Then I shot you with one shot, and then go out, wouldn't it be easy?" Feng Bujue didn't raise his gun, he was just using words to test it.

"Uh-huh......" the shadow actually thought, "Well, if your story scares me, I'm not only going to let you out, I'm going to take you straight to the 'cell' at the end of this corridor, you're just running there, right?" It's a long road. ”

As soon as he said this, Feng Bujue understood everything, and he could get it out with a gun, but the time delayed here would not come back. And the storytelling...... You'll have to take a few more minutes to get in, but you can go straight to the end of the hallway. Maybe it will save some time, and God knows how long the corridor will be in the second half...... "Okay, then I'll talk about one." Feng Bujue seemed to be familiar with this matter, he used the light of a flashlight to shine on his face from the bottom up, and said in a gloomy tone and deep voice: "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver ......"

Seeing this, I think everyone should also understand why Feng Bujue was forbidden to contact children ......"...... He often had to work late, and one day, when he passed a relatively unfamiliar road, he saw a woman in white waving to him in front of him...... "Feng Bujue picked a story that is not too long, although with the skill of a storyteller, he has to tell a joke for an hour, or even conceive a short horror novel and dictate it, but at this moment, he naturally controls the length as short as possible: "The driver didn't think much about it, he stopped the car."

The woman opened the back door and sat in the car. Her weight seemed to be very light, and when she got into the car, the driver did not feel any ups and downs in the car. The driver asked her, 'Where are you going?' 'While moving his gaze to the rearview mirror......" (To be continued)