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The time went back to more than ten minutes ago. At that time, the brave invincible had not yet died, and Feng Bu was still in that cellar.

Feng Bujue knocked on the coffin board and said teasingly: "Hey, Miss Madeleine, are you still there?" ”

Naturally, he didn't expect someone in the coffin to reply to him in an unhappy tone: "Get out!" ”

Because he knew it was supposed to be empty.

After reading the first ghost palace, Feng unconsciously speculated that the setting of this mansion was likely to be the Usher Mansion in a certain novel. At this time, after coming to this cellar and seeing this coffin and the fifth section of the ghost palace on the wall, he was even more sure.

Feng Bujue is right, but he has not yet reached the realm of forgetting. Except for the things that have been swept out of the memory attic as information garbage, other memories ...... In novels like this one he once read, the content he can recall is generally about six or seventy percent.

It would be impossible for him to stand there and recite the full six paragraphs of the Ghost Palace after reading the first paragraph. So later, he first asked Xiao Si and Brother Long to say some words to remind him, and the two verses in his memory slowly became clear.

Of course, about the general plot of that novel, Feng Bujue remembers it more clearly.

Many people know the name Edgar E. Lampe, the founder of the detective novel, whose Murder on the Rue Morgue is considered the first true detective novel in modern literature, and he used the term "mystery novel" when he published it.

But that was in 1841, and The Fall of Usher was written before that story, and it was a Gothic thriller with a gloomy noir atmosphere.

The plot of the story is roughly like this: the protagonist's old friend, Roderick Usher, whose family has suffered from a mysterious genetic disease for generations, seems to be bound by some strange curse, and the Usher family has been passed down from father to son for hundreds of years, so that the original name of this ancient house has gradually been forgotten. This building is equated with this family, and when people mention "House of Usher", they are referring to both the mansion and the family.

One day, Roderick writes a letter to the protagonist, in which he claims that his life is short, that he is already emaciated and dazed by illness, and that an unknown terrifying force in Usher's house will destroy his sanity and take his life.

The protagonist comes to visit and accompany an old friend, hoping that he will get better. But on the night of the protagonist's arrival, Roderick's sister, Miss Madeleine, "died".

She was Roderick's only living relative, his only companion for many years. Miss Madeleine has been seriously ill for many years and has died, but she has always struggled with the disease and has never been bedridden. Roderick's unusually melancholy, near-breakdown state of mind was largely due to her.

Roderick asked that her sister's body be laid to rest in a cellar for fourteen days before being buried. The protagonist helps his friend put Miss Madeleine in the coffin and places her in the cellar, but no one knows that she is not dead......

Seven or eight days later, a grief-stricken Roderick had fallen into madness. On that terrifying night, the protagonist witnesses the terrifying-looking Miss Madeleine appear in the house, scaring her brother to death, and then finally dies as well, while the protagonist escapes from Usher House and sees the building crumbling in the pool.

There are many "unscientific" things in this story, such as why was Madeleine buried alive and left unnoticed? How could a woman who had been struggling in a coffin for seven or eight days still have the strength to fight all the way back to the big house? How did the mansion collapse? Localized seismic or directional blasting?

Nineteenth-century readers, however, would not have asked such questions about a horror or suspense story. On the contrary, in the years after the end of the 20th century, the number of "professionals" who relied on "over-interpretation" and "finding faults" as their main business gradually increased in various fields, especially in the field of culture. If Poe were to live in the 21st century, any academic liar in the name of "professor" would dare to belittle him as worthless. Or it is to rely on the "depth" of his work to express some unwarranted points in the original work.

I won't go into this topic in depth, but let's go back to the story.

According to the plot of the novel, the coffin must have been empty, regardless of whether the ghost she saw in the tunnel just now was Madeleine's ghost or not, anyway, her body was no longer in the cellar, but in the big house.

Feng unconsciously pushed open the lid of the coffin, and sure enough, it was empty, and there was no body. He waved his hand to disperse the dust raised, and then used a flashlight to illuminate the inside of the coffin, and soon found a small line of small letters carved on a wooden board at the end of his head, which looked like a little bit of a fingernail had been picked out.

There is a sentence on it, "he knows", there is no punctuation, and the words are crooked. Put yourself in their shoes...... There was no light in the coffin, and Madeleine couldn't see if the letters she wrote were neat, and she had to hold a certain position to carve them on the top of her head, so it was good to be recognizable.

[The hidden task has been triggered.] 】

Feng unconsciously heard the system prompt, and immediately opened the menu, at this time he saw another prompt window overlaid in the front:

[Hidden quests in the script can provide you with very considerable rewards, but the difficulty of discovering and completing hidden quests will be higher than that of main and side quests.] 】

[Hide the system prompts related to the mission, including voice, text, and the content of the mission in the menu, which are only visible to the player who discovered the mission.] If a hidden mission is found in a multiplayer setting, the players present will jointly obtain the mission. However, hidden tasks cannot be delayed, and after one or more task performers describe the task content to other players, the other party can get the task content and progress in the menu, but it is not considered to accept the task and cannot get a reward for completing it. 】

[The above prompt only pops up when the player discovers the hidden mission for the first time, if you need to read it again, you can search for it in the game description.] 】

That is to say...... Whoever finds out does it himself, and then one person gets the reward. Feng Bujue said, he closed the two prompt windows, and glanced at the task: [Rescue Miss Madeleine's Soul]

Feng Bujue said: "Oh...... This is the case...... "He has made an inference about the direction of the plot in this script, but now the question is how to get out of this cellar?

He raised his flashlight again and searched his surroundings in more detail, but found nothing. He turned his gaze back to the coffin, and there were no more valuable clues other than the lines of writing and a few scratches left on the wood.

Feng Bujue rested the flashlight diagonally on the inside of the coffin, cocked the glowing head to stabilize it, and then bent down to pick up the heavy coffin board from the ground, leaned it against the wall, and looked at both the front and back, but there was nothing on the big log.

"Wait......" Feng Buju's movements suddenly stopped, and he said in his heart: "The person lying in the coffin should be lying on his back, and the inscription should also be engraved on the coffin board, even if she was worried that someone would ignore the inscription on the coffin lid when opening the coffin, so she engraved it on the top of her head, but why is there no trace of struggle on this board...... The scratches and kicks were somewhere else, and the lid was as good as new. ”

Feng Bujue picked up the flashlight, shone on the coffin lid leaning against the wall, squatted down, staring at the piece of wood, "Hmm......" He reached out and knocked again, the coffin lid made a very ordinary sound of solid wood, and it didn't sound like it was hiding a mezzanine.

At this point, Feng Bujue made a very bold (at least for others) decision. He lifted the coffin board, covered two-thirds of the coffin vertically, and then got into it himself, and after lying down, he held the coffin lid with both hands, and lifted it upwards vigorously, and restored the coffin to a covered state.

He lay in it, feeling uncomfortable, not for psychological reasons, but because the coffin was not padded and purely wooden, as if he were sleeping on a hardboard bed with nothing to be made.

Feng unconsciously put himself in the same position as Miss Madeleine, and he shone his flashlight on the coffin board, and said, "How the hell did you get out......" he said, and tried to push the lid of the coffin with one hand.

Unexpectedly, it couldn't be pushed at the moment.

"Oh?" Feng Bujue was stunned, he immediately put the flashlight next to his neck, put his hands and feet together, pushed hard a few times, and kicked a few more feet, but the coffin lid was still not moving.

After tossing and turning, he just wanted to stop and take a breath, but he saw the piece of wood facing his face on the lid of the coffin, slightly raised, and gradually turned into a human face.

The gender of the face was indecipherable, and the voice spoke like that of an old witch, and it said to Feng Buju: "Dying man, do you want to get out of here?" ”

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied, he wanted to see what tricks this coffin monster had.

"What can you give me?" The coffin lid asked.

At this time, the system prompt sounds: [You can sacrifice a piece of equipment of normal or higher quality, and let the monster teleport you back to the space outside the cellar]

"Oh...... 'can't give' it......" Feng Buyi thought, "In other words, I can also choose not to give." He pondered, "And...... If you don't have the right equipment on you, you're probably going to be stuck here, huh...... There must be some other way. ”

"Coffin, I don't want anything for you." Feng Bujue opened his mouth and replied.

That face suddenly changed drastically, and his eyes and mouth opened strangely, becoming extremely hideous, and ordinary people would definitely be startled. However, it is only a slightly protruding human face floating on the coffin board, and it is impossible to attack the people in the coffin, at most scare and scare.

"Then you will be trapped here forever, dying of fear and hunger, even if your fingertips grind to the point of flesh, even if your toes and knees are shattered, it is impossible to break ......"

With a click, Feng Buyun took out the M1911A1 pistol from his bag and opened the safe.

"Let me introduce you to ......" Feng Bujue pressed the muzzle of the gun to the eyebrows of that face: "Some interesting gadgets born after the Second Industrial Revolution." ”

"The damage caused to me by the weapon in your hand is not enough for you to escape, and one or two small scars are nothing." The coffin lid replied.

"I know you can change and heal yourself, but what about the coffins around me, above my head, and under me?" Feng Bujue said.

"Hehehe......" The face on the lid of the coffin actually smiled, and at the same time, the handwriting carved by Madeleine on the top of his head, as well as the marks on the surrounding wood, disappeared, "As long as I want." ”

"Hmm...... I see, anyway, the mission was received, and the secret of the coffin was discovered, so these nicks and other details can be dispensed with, right......" Feng Bujue said and put the gun away.

"Now, are you going to change your mind?" The lid of the coffin said, "Maybe you can give me the weapon just now, and I'll send you out." ”

Feng Bujue took out the [Western-style kitchen knife] and [Mario's pipe wrench] from his bag almost without pause, "You have two choices, first, send me back to the big house and end this pleasant conversation." He raised his hand and cut it on the coffin board, leaving a knife mark: "Second, I unloaded you as firewood." ”

Dozens of seconds later, Feng reappeared in the big room unconsciously, but the location was no longer in the original living room, but in a corridor. There was also a painting hanging on the wall next to him, but instead of a cellar, it depicted an ugly, abstract human face.

He didn't stop at anything, just confirmed that his survival value was still full and his stamina was still a lot left, and he began to continue exploring......

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