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Feng Bujue was glad that the potion was on SCP-173, and if he killed the mini-boss but didn't get the potion, it would mean that he would have to search the room in the middle of the second corridor. Fortunately, there was no such thing as zài at this moment, and not only did he succeed in obtaining the quest items, but death also saved him time in the corridor. The consumption of those two Contra Medals is also relatively worthwhile.

After Feng Bujue got the potion, he didn't rush to leave, he quickly crouched down, groping among the corpse fragments, wanting to see if there were any other rewards. Anyway, he already had a lot of blood on his hands, and he didn't care about taking a little more, not to mention that he was not a dirty person in the first place.

This, I have to say, is also his excellence. All along, Feng Bujue can look at and even deal with some disgusting things that ordinary people can't bear, such as dead corpses that have been left for three days and have been laid eggs by flies, or things of the level of skunk nests in the old garbage heap, are all within his tolerance. In fact, every time he sees a new disgusting substance, this line of imperceptibility expands, and to put it mildly, he has discovered a new limit of endurance, to put it bluntly, it has refreshed the lower limit......

The search didn't take him long, and a minute was enough to confirm that the boss had nothing on him except quest items.

Feng Bujue checked the description of the item, and at the same time, he had already gotten up and stepped through the door, stepping into the fan-shaped area.

Name: Chemical agent of unknown composition (B)

Genre: Drama related

Quality: Normal

Function: One of the raw materials for the synthesis of an antidote

Can the script be brought out: No

Note: Cannot be stacked with similar items.

"Strange ......" When Feng unconsciously saw the remarks, he thought of a question...... At the moment he is in his bag. A total of seven blocks of space are occupied, and the contents are: Mario's pipe wrench, flashlight, eighteen bronze man's folding stool (number five), SCP-500 (19/20), anti-gravity catapult, Contra Medal*2, and one-hit killing pistol.

At this moment, with this bottle of chemical agent (B) of unknown composition, it is 8/10. According to what is written in the note, then the three bottles of potion A, C, and D must each occupy an inventory.

Putting aside the factor of clothing pockets to assist in carrying goods, when Feng Bujue got the last bottle of potion, his bag should be full of ten squares, but he didn't need to put the last bottle in his bag, because after all four bottles of medicine were in hand, he could synthesize one bottle. There will be no embarrassment of not having enough bags.

While this may be a coincidence, it is combined with the fact that puppet Billy mentions SCP-500 on the air at the beginning of the script...... Feng Bujue prefers to believe that the designer of this game is very aware of his own situation. I'm afraid it's not just the items in your bag, but even skills, physical fitness, equipment, etc., it's taken into account.

If it is said that the system generates the script according to the characteristics of the player, then ...... This "game" is equivalent to system design. And Billy, the puppet, is just talking to the system. Does that mean...... Is Billy himself just being instilled with the idea that I designed this game?

That's why you can't see anything with Decisive Victory, because this script doesn't have a real boss, just a set of rules, a player, and a few specific pieces......

After returning to the fan-shaped area, he looked back at the second hallway. He was surprised to find. The fragments and blood on the ground were gone, and there was an empty corridor again, but the blood on his own body remained.

"I see...... Feng Bujue seemed to understand something, he didn't stay for this longer, and at the moment his personal time in his mind was about forty-six minutes. If you are sixty-five minutes old, you will be in the cell at the forty-first minute of map time, and you will already have three bottles of potions.

In terms of average time. This progress is just right.

Feng Bujue was thinking about it, and he had already entered the fourth corridor and rushed forward. Although the Contra Medal resurrected him, the physical energy value after the resurrection did not return to the full state, and the original consumption was still maintained. Even with the help of jazz dancing, Feng Bujue's physical fitness is still starting to tighten, and it is currently 894/1800, which seems to be just over halfway, but those who have run long-distance distances know that the more you go to the back, the more tired you are...... What's more, Feng Bujui doesn't realize that this is still a long-distance run in a continuous sprint state.

The script is a double marathon of body and mind, and this marathon is not about spreading the sportsmanship of participation, but about a desperate game that sets the line of death.

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Once in the hallway, five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. The door of the room also appeared in front of it at about this point.

Feng Bujue suddenly realized at this time that he had never run a whole corridor completely, the third one he only ran the first half, and the second one only ran the second half, and whether the room where the little boss was located was the front or the back was also unknown, and it couldn't be counted as the halfway...... Therefore, even if he could estimate the length of the fourth corridor from beginning to end in a moment, he would not be able to know which one was the shortest compared to the others.

"No wonder the rabbit doesn't know which way to get closer." Feng Bujue said to himself: "First, because it has only been to the first corridor, and secondly, because it ...... I showed up in forty-one minutes, and although I had already run through three corridors, I didn't know the length either. If I knew, I would have sued the rabbit. ”

He made a Sakamoto-style slide, came to the door elegantly, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, pushed the door and entered.

It was a rusty iron door, but it had the feel of a chainsaw, and the room had the feeling of a dimly lit secret room, and the sound of some of the shafts and gears moving after opening the door also indicated that some mechanism had been touched.

Feng Bujue didn't think about leaving a way back at all, and he also knew that it was useless to block the door with something and something like that. He didn't have any suitable items in his inventory to jam the door, the flashlight and folding stool would be crushed, and the pipe wrench would ...... In case it breaks, the loss ......

Kaden -

The lights came on and lit up the whole room. Above the chamber, an iron chain hangs an iron cage in which the puppet Billy stays. His red and black eyes were looking at Feng Buyun condescendingly through the iron fence.

The hoarse and low voice in the puppet's mouth also came out at the right time: "Hello, crazy. I want to play a game with you. (To be continued)