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Seeing the door open, Feng Bujue breathed a sigh of relief, he did not rush out, but took advantage of the light shining in from outside the door, walked to the cage where the monkey was closed, opened the latch, lifted the gate, and carried the sleeping monkey out.

[Name: Sleepy Tibetan Macaque]

[Genre: Drama related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can you bring out the script: Yes]

[Note: A lively and brave monkey that is now on the verge of extinction]

"Plot item, but it shows that it can bring out the script, well......" Feng Bujue muttered, he tried to put the monkey in a bag, and it worked. Then he walked out of the room.

Outside the door is a passage, the four walls are basically metal, the roof is still four or five meters high, the lighting is normal, and there is still no window to be found. There are some doors and forks on both sides of the passage, but they either can't be opened or are blocked by large debris. After several futile attempts, he understood that there should be nothing useful to be found on this road, so he quickened his speed and ran with the arrows, and after about seven or eight minutes he came to the end of the passage, where a metal door marked red appeared.

The door had no handle, and there was a round valve handwheel in the middle, and Feng Bujue stepped forward to hold the handwheel, and tried to turn it, but felt that there was considerable resistance, and he used considerable strength to turn it.

After turning around for most of the time, the door moved, and a burst of cold air seeped out of the crack in the door, and Feng Buyi instantly had an ominous premonition. When he pushed the door open, he found that the metal door was very thick, and the room was obviously a closed freezer, and as soon as he opened the door, a strong cold air rushed into his face.

The interior of the room is a veritable "ice and snow", with white frost and snow on the floor, and signs of ice on all four walls. Looking up, in addition to the lighting equipment, you can see that there is a pipe with a diameter of about one meter at each of the three corners of the ceiling, and at the moment when the door is opened, white snowflakes begin to float out of the pipe.

Feng Bujue took a deep breath, took a hot breath into his palm, rubbed his hands, and walked into the room. After crossing the threshold, he found that the depth of the floor in this room was wrong, the floor was lower than the lower frame of the door, and the passage outside the door was not at the same level at all, so the seemingly thin layer of hoarfrost on the ground was actually knee-thick snow. As soon as he stepped on it, he sank into the snow below his ankle, so cold that he quickly jumped a few steps, but it was useless, the snow was very soft, and the way to keep his feet from sinking was to increase the contact area, so he knelt down decisively......

He didn't close the door, and knelt down to the wall opposite the room, where there was another door, but there was no handwheel to open the door, only an electronic lock embedded in the door that required a code to be entered, and a four-digit code space on the display. On the wall next to the lock was an apparently movable iron plate, about ten centimeters long, square, with a small handle on it. When Feng Bujue pulled the board open, the iron door for him to enter the room closed automatically.

Behind the iron plate was a small space with a tape, and it was clear what to do next......

Feng Bujue took out the tape, took out the Walkman on his body, took out the tape that was already in it, put it in the bag, put the new tape in it, and pressed the play button.

"Merry Christmas, Arthur. It's a time for family togetherness, and at the same time, the Christmas spirit means selfless dedication and blessings......"

Feng Bujue listened to the recording and began a second detailed observation of this room. He had just noticed that the most striking thing in the room was a newspaper that looked very new on one side of the metal wall. The wall had obviously been treated, the ice around the newspaper was not severe, and although it was filled with artificial snow, the humidity in the room was not too high, and the writing on the paper was still clear. One of the most striking stories, headlined "They're No Different from Us," was accompanied by a photo of a group of homeless people warming themselves around a waste oil drum, with snow in the sky and white ground in the background. Of course, this report was also written by "Arthur Seager".

"You often attend charity galas and show up in front of the camera, but we all know that in private you never donate to any organization. You call on people not to discriminate against those who are homeless, but you yourself have never given respect to anyone of lower social status than you, and your meanness and snobbery make everyone around you sick. You've also spoken to seniors, claiming that they need more attention and understanding, but you've used your labor every year as an excuse to refuse to spend thanksgiving and Christmas with your own parents.

Arthur, you have more than once stood on the moral high ground to accuse the world of indifference and the injustice of the system, but your actions show that you have no idea what you are talking about.

Now, you have a chance to understand how those who are helpless are getting through it. In this snowy room, there is a piece of cardboard with the code you need to unlock the lock, and all you have to do is reach into the snow under your feet to find the piece of paper.

Just as everyone who suffers from freezing on the streets on a snowy night is thirsting for a glimmer of hope, you don't have a time limit, but even if you find something, the best outcome is to meet the ...... until dawn."

When the recording ended, Feng Bujue was already shivering from the cold. The costumes given by the game can ensure the comfort of the player in the virtual temperature of more than 20 degrees Celsius, and the player will have a corresponding physical feeling if it is hot or cold. The cavernous room was now clearly below freezing, and the three pipes on the ceiling were increasing the snow at a very slow rate.

In order to ensure the flexibility of his fingers, Feng Bujue exhaled with his palm, and quickly went through the recording in his mind, and then repeated the last sentence in his mouth: "Just like those who are frozen...... If you find 'what', you can get to the dawn......" According to his speculation, this is the only hint, quite vague, but it must indicate something.

Feng Bujue stood up again, he was completely frozen below his knees, and now it didn't matter if he stepped into the snow with both feet, because he didn't feel it anymore. He staggered over to the paper, staring at the report and the photographs, searching for any possible clues.

Feng didn't know that this was the best time to search for clues, and he could wait until he really couldn't do it. If he impatiently plunged his hands into the snow on the ground, then after five minutes, even if his fingers did not freeze off, the drop in body temperature would be aggravated, and if it developed into the state of unresponsiveness and hazy consciousness before freezing to death, it would be impossible to solve the mystery.

"What can make the homeless person get to the dawn......" Feng Bujue said to concentrate: "How many people gather around a bucket and burn garbage to keep warm until dawn?" No, no, it's not like that......" The image of an uncle wearing sunglasses suddenly flashed in his mind: "There is...... MADAO sleeps on the street with three artifacts, cardboard boxes, dogs, and radios. "At that thought, he did it.

The four corners of the newspaper were fixed with four small pieces of tape and thus attached to the wall, and the corners of the newspaper were torn as carefully as possible on the basis of ensuring that a large piece of the middle of the newspaper was not destroyed.

"It's impossible to have a dog unless I use a snowdrift. Radio words...... Walkman should be counted. As for the cardboard box...... "Feng Buyi had taken the newspaper off the wall, and although a small piece was missing from the four corners, it did not affect what he had to do.

As I said earlier, this newspaper is very new, so the creases on it are very clear, and the average person will not fold the newspaper in half more than twice, but there are many creases on this newspaper, which undoubtedly shows that it was once folded into something.

Feng unconsciously restored the newspaper according to the creases, his hands had not become stiff, but they were still affected by the extremely cold environment, in fact, in his game menu, the special state next to the survival value had already displayed the word [Frozen].

Although the corners of the newspaper were missing, the shape that matched the creases was folded out imperceptibly—a very small cardboard box.

Feng Bujue took it in his hand and looked at it, turned it several angles, and finally found a string of consecutive letters and numbers in a place where there were several overlapping edges of the paper.

The letters on a newspaper cannot all be in the same format, and occasionally there will be differences in font size and style, such as the letters used in the footnotes of the headline or picture, which are different from those in the article, and there are also capitalization problems.

The string of letters and numbers found by Feng Buwei are all the same font size and style, the letters are all capitalized, and they are in different layouts and positions when the newspaper is rolled out, but after being folded, they are gathered together and become a neat small paragraph.

"FM27.3MHZ......" Feng Buyi said, "Is the band of the amateur radio station......" he said, adjusting the Walkman to the state of listening to the radio.

There was noise at all frequencies, and FM27.3 was no different, but he was sure of it, turned it up, and waited patiently. Sure enough, after a noise that lasted for about forty seconds, a hoarse voice read, "Nine, five, two, seven." Then there was a rustling noise.

Feng Bujue hurriedly rushed to the door of the exit, and said unhappily while entering the password: "What kind of broken code, does it mean that low-level people and dogs are not allowed to enter......"

Sure enough, the code was correct and the door opened. Feng Buun rushed out of the room with a roll, and after coming to the corridor outside, he was so cold that he rolled on the ground, rolled around twice, and stood up and did more than 20 straight-arm squats. In the process, he looked at the status in the menu, and the survival value had been reduced to 67%, but the freezing state was quickly lifted in the normal temperature environment.

In any case, it is better to come out like this than to lie on the ground and look for pieces of paper with your hands shaving snow. Feng Bujue's luck in playing games has always been very bad, like the kind of needle-in-a-haystack homework just now, he doesn't go through every inch of the room to find the piece of paper under the snow.

After the second level, he didn't turn off his Walkman immediately, and soon he noticed the pattern of that frequency, and every minute or so, FM27.3 would read the four-digit password, while the other frequencies were always constant noise.

After recovering his body temperature, he continued to move forward. He didn't reckon with the script arranging or calculating how long it would take for "Arthur Seager" to get to the hospital and be treated after he escaped. The initial recording states that he has forty minutes to find the exit or die from the toxin in his body. However, the state of [Poisoning] had never been displayed in Feng Bujue's menu, and at this moment, he couldn't tell whether the decrease in survival value was due to the cold just now or the slow action of the toxin. In short, this is not an obvious poisoning effect.,It's some kind of plot event.,Simply put,It's that you have to clear the script within forty minutes.,Otherwise, it's GAMEOVER.。

Feng Bujue had already spent more than twenty minutes, and his speed through the second level was considered fast, plus the five minutes consumed in the first room before, as well as the time to run, when he reached the third game, there should be about fifteen minutes left. The system will definitely have to take into account the possibility that the player will choose to shave snow in the second level, which will undoubtedly delay longer. So from the perspective of time, Feng Bujue will face the next game, and it should be the last one if nothing else. As soon as it's done, he can end the script.

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