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Feng Bujue didn't know where the music in his ears came from, and he didn't know what the black shadow in front of him was going to do, so he could only be on guard and keep a distance of at least three meters from the other party to prevent the black shadow from making any offensive moves.

And the black shadow, walking with his back to the front, walked out of the black room unhurriedly to the music. When he walked to the front of Feng Bujue, he suddenly screamed and made a crotch-grabbing movement, and at this moment, the background music actually changed and became "Beatit".

Feng Bujue has played this game until now, and if he wants to say that he is shocked, it should be regarded as the peak at this moment.

But I saw that the black shadow changed its dance steps, stepping, moving sideways, turning, and the movements were extremely smooth, and very chic, walking in the direction of the first floor of the ground.

As he walked farther and farther, the music grew softer and softer, until the shadow turned around the corner of the stairs and disappeared from obscurity, and the BGM stopped just in time.

"Huh...... Hehe......" The corners of Feng Buju's mouth twitched, and he laughed dryly, he didn't keep up with the other party because the ground 1F was now in a pitch black state, and he would lose his target as long as he followed out of the storage room. And he's not sure if the shadow is an NPC or a monster, and whether it will attack him.

For this inexplicable plot, or event, even he has no clue, this generation is too strong, and it doesn't match the plot atmosphere of this script, but it is consistent with the system's consistent spoof spirit.

Feng Bujue didn't dwell on this nonsensical scene for too long, since the light in the corridor could already shine into the room, he just went in and searched.

As I mentioned earlier, apart from the darkness, this room is empty. However, after Feng Bujue entered the door, he soon found that there was something abnormal in the position where the black shadow had stood just now.

There was a black stain on that small patch of ground. From a distance, it looks like a smudge, but when you look closer, it's a pattern.

The patterns are all made up of black lines and are very delicately drawn, with a total of six things drawn.

"Soap, dentures, perfume, fur hats, blankets, prosthetic eyes." Feng Bujue quickly recognized the items referred to by these six figures, "Are they all plot items that can bring out the script......

Unconsciously, from the beginning of the script to the present, Feng Buyun has found all these six items, but he still doesn't know what these represent.

"I seem to smell the smell of a hidden mission......" Feng Bujue couldn't help but laugh.

He was very patient. The room was also carefully inspected to make sure that this was the only one before leaving.

"There shouldn't be a white shadow dancing behind the white door......" Feng Bujue said half-jokingly as he pushed the door.

The door opened, and the color of the room was naturally white, and the whole area was covered with white light. But it's not a bright light, so it's not dazzling. It can be said that the view from the room is good, and the first glance you can see that this white room is an operating room.

In the middle of the room is an operating table, or rather...... Real yàn platform. This table is wide and thick, with a metal texture, and is connected to the ground. I can't move, so I guess it's okay for the synth to lie down.

A strong, disgusting smell wafted from the room, which became even more choking under the cover of the disinfectant water, and Feng quickly showed his gas mask again (he had returned to his maskless state on the way back from the 1st floor of the ground). Of course, in the eyes of NPCs and monsters, his image is always another person, regardless of the outfit). I stepped inside the door.

On either side of the platform are three or four small carts with tools on them, on which there are many conventional surgical tools. There are also tools used for carpentry work, such as electric drills and circular saws. These heavy tools were all damaged without exception, which could be confirmed by their appearance alone, but Feng Bujue still picked them up with great interest and looked at the properties one by one.

With less hasty repairs, even if it's garbage, it can run for fifteen minutes. Feng Bujue is right to think so......

It's a pity that when he looked at the properties of those garbage, he realized a problem, all these heavy tools can only be connected to AC and DC regulated power supplies, to put it simply...... Connect to an outlet.

There is such a sentence in a certain movie, "Everyone is blind", which is not unreasonable. For example, if I ask you how many sockets there are in the room you are in at the moment, you don't know about them, and if you were asked how many sockets there are, no one will know.

The human brain has a protective mechanism that can help us filter out a lot of "useless" information in our daily lives. Therefore, even something that often comes into sight, we will be in the dark.

We don't know how many panes we have in our home; I don't know how many subway stops I take every day; As soon as I left somewhere, I forgot the color of the walls there, and I couldn't even name the pattern of the slippers on my feet until I looked down.

As a person grows and adapts to their surroundings, this mechanism is gradually established. As for which information is "useless", it is the brain's own choice.

And if there is no such instinctive protection...... Theoretically, the human brain can collect and memorize about 86 million pieces of information in life every day, more than any computer in the world. Maybe you don't realize that so much information will enter your head, because only 5% of the information collected by the brain can be subjectively called by you, while the other 95% is automatically processed by the brain into your subconscious mind in case of emergency.

Having said that, the 95% is actually equivalent to being filtered out, and it's hard to remember.

Here, I naturally have to say a "but".

However, there are differences between people, and in the above-mentioned unconscious situation, the more developed the brain, the more information they can memorize, and the more specific the details about things they remember, these are the so-called "observant" people.

Obviously, Feng Bujue is such a person, and he has been trained in this aspect since he was a child, even if he didn't deliberately pay attention to the problem of sockets, at this moment, as long as he swims in his subconscious, he can also get a very definite conclusion - in the entire script map, there is no socket at all.

"Do you want to put it in the bag and take it away...... You can use it with skills to repair it......" Feng Bujue thought about it: "But it doesn't seem to be interesting, this kind of tool system is sold in stores, and there is a version that doesn't need to be plugged in, but the price is quite expensive." ”

He pondered it. I still haven't taken it, after all, the quality of these things is garbage, and even if I take it to the store, I can't exchange it for a few dollars.

After searching for five or six minutes, Feng Bujue found nothing, so he had a whim and lay down on the real platform that exuded an extremely disgusting atmosphere, and as a result, it really triggered CG......

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This CG is a person lying on the operating table. A first-person view.

"Please...... Huh...... Huh...... Let me go...... I have a lot of money, I am a nobleman, how much do you want...... Ah—" The man was halfway through his pleading, and then he let out a scream.

The bloodshot lingered on the ceiling for a few seconds, and then raised its head as the real body struggled forward. Two figures came into his line of sight.

There is a short, brown-haired man and another blonde youth, both wearing shirts and bib pants, masks, aprons, and bloodstained bodies, looking like two butchers.

Just now. One of the nobleman's legs was amputated from the base of the thigh. Since he was required to stay awake, Arthur used alchemy to give him a "special anesthetic" that prevented him from fainting.

"Bastard! You two bastards......" the nobleman scolded, and suddenly he paused. There was a burst of congestion on the screen: "You! It's you! You're Arthur! The kid who lives on the farm! ”

Arthur was about to use a circular saw to cut off the other leg of the cargo, but when he heard this, he stopped and turned his head slowly. "You know me?"

"I ...... Right! I know you! I remember...... In there...... That month, Jim Sr. had just died. There was no one to replace him at the bazaar, so you were in charge of delivering the goods to the market for the rest of the month. The nobleman said, "I remember you, a short man, who always wore a cloak to cover your face, and you can't be wrong, it's you!" He paused, "Boy, you are so bold, a mere farmer, dare to do such a thing to me, do you know who I am!" I ...... with the Grand Duke of the Imperial City."

"Is that all you have to say?" Arthur interrupted, his cold expression declaring the pointlessness of the other party's intimidation, "You fat-brained waste, who only know how to consolidate your power and engage in luxurious pleasures, and do nothing good for the world.

You have a lot of social resources, but you only produce excrement. You have brought only oppression and burdens to your fellow kind, and you have to force them to endure this while singing praises to you. Arthur sneered, "Even the cattle and horses in the pasture and the termites in the mound are nobler than you...... You just make me sick. His eyes were full of mockery, "Let me help you discover some of the values that exist in the world...... Your hair will be braided into a blanket, your eyeballs will be made into prosthetic eyes, your teeth will be made into dentures, your fat will be made into soap, your skin can be made into a hat, and finally ...... With your corpse oil, you can make a good bottle of perfume. ”

Andrew was just standing by at this time, not saying a word, and he couldn't interject anything.

The nobleman's expression was so frightened that beads of sweat rolled down his face, "No...... No...... No, that's not what I meant...... You...... Whatever you want, I can give you money, even knighthood......"

"Hehehe......" Arthur couldn't help laughing, "I'm not as greedy as you, so I don't think I'm short of money, as for the title......" His eyes revealed a clear killing intent, "I'm a member of the criminal clan, what do you think I should recommend to the local Grand Duke?" Knight? Baron? Hahahaha......"

After a few seconds, the circular saw was running again, and the room was quickly overwhelmed by the incessant screams.

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"Is there a mistake...... Feng Bujue After reading CG, he involuntarily looked down at the outer pocket of his jacket that was stuffed full.

Although he put a fur hat, perfume and blanket in his bag, soap, dentures and prosthetic eyes were in his pocket, and everyone would get goosebumps when he learned that they all came from the human body.

"Hey...... I should have guessed that it was such a urine. Feng Bujue said, "Okay...... Only one last room is left to go. The pattern of the black room and the image of the white room undoubtedly remind me of the meaning of these six objects...... It probably determines whether or not I can see the 'true' ending. He mused, "This is telling me that before I open the gray iron door, if I didn't collect all these six things in the previous game progression, then I should go back and find them now, right......?"

Feng didn't think of this. Walking out of the white room, he didn't open the gray iron door, but walked towards the 1st floor of the ground. He went up the stairs, opened the wooden door and entered the storage room, and sure enough, at this moment, the corridor was no longer in a dark state.

The windows in each room have some light coming in, so that the player can barely see the surrounding scenery. But look out the window. There was still chaos, nothing.

"Hmm...... This is undoubtedly the time to explore freely before clearing the level. You can go up and down the four floors, you can find the missing props if you want to, and you can open the gray iron door directly to see the ending. Feng Bujue said, "But it doesn't mean much to me." Because of the careful search before, all six items have already been obtained. ”

Even though he thought so, Feng Bujue still went to a place, which was the room on the second floor directly above the foyer.

He came to the iron door and tried to pull the doorknobs on both sides, but it still wouldn't open.

Feng left there helplessly, from top to bottom. From the 2nd floor to the 2nd floor of the ground, he walked through every room, not to look for something, but to explore what obsessive-compulsive disorder made him worry about missing something. That's why you have to take a walk.

In the end, he returned to the gray iron gate. After this lap, although he found nothing, he gained psychological satisfaction......

"So...... Witness the moment of miracle......" Feng Bujui complained while complaining. He pushed open the iron door.

The room is gray, just like the atmosphere of this script. Grey and gloomy.

Facing the wall in front of the doorway, there was a chair and a small table, and Arthur sat on that chair, quietly looking at the doorway.

"Are you awake...... "Arthur said, "the cell can't hold you......"

"Do you have a mirror?" This was the first sentence that Feng Bujui asked.

"Mirrors?" Arthur raised his eyes and met Feng Bujue for two seconds, then he slowly raised his right arm and pressed his palm against the wall.

A second later, a piece of wall beside Feng Bu suddenly lit up, and it was instantly refined into a mirror.

"Can you do this without drawing into a formation......" Feng Bujue said in his heart, he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

Basically, the image in the mirror did not surprise him, and if you want to describe it, it is a zombie Andrew.

"My silly brother." Arthur said, "You think you're smart, and this ...... It's the price. ”

"Can you explain it to me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Still don't understand?" Arthur replied, "I know that you have changed the number of real yàn jù; I also know about you stealing the recipe; And your hands and feet in the refining array...... Actually, it's wrong. He sighed deeply, "You are playing the role of that innocent and kind good brother while plotting to plunder my body. But I never expected that from the very beginning, the alchemy of the 'soul exchange' you found was forged by me. He paused for a moment, looked at the change in Feng Bujue's expression, and then said, "You think you have successfully deceived me and let me exchange and refine without knowing it." It's a pity that the truth is the opposite, it is you who misunderstood the role of that array. ”

"Hahaha......" Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "Blame me?" ”

Arthur reacted to him with some surprise, but still maintained his inherent calm, "Are you insane?" ”

"No, no." Feng Bujue smiled and shook his head, he just thought that these two brothers were very interesting, and he thought that Arthur was a big villain, but at this moment, it seemed that Andrew was not a good bird. It's not wrong to think about it carefully, even if it's an accomplice, after such a long time, he has helped do so many heartbreaking things, can it be said that this Andrew is really kind?

"Then brother, can you sue me, what is the real effect of this refining array?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course, it's to transform me into a human being." Arthur replied, "And the price is to turn an ordinary human into a demon. ”

"This TM is a demon?" Feng Bujue stretched out his hand and pointed at himself in the mirror, "The demon is so frustrated?" ”

"It's a pity that the refining failed." Arthur explained, "I didn't become human, and you became like this......

"Was it your miscalculation?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course not, I can't make a mistake." Arthur replied.

"Understood, there's only one answer......" Feng Bujue said, "I'm not a pure human either. ”

Arthur sighed bitterly, "A thousand worries...... I should have thought that the son of 'that woman' could be an ordinary person......"

"You mean Mom?" Feng unconsciously said tentatively.

"Yes, Mom, huh......," Arthur looked stunned, "do you know what she picked me up for?" ”

"Take your power?" Feng Bujue is a person, an absolute pessimist, he has never believed in the original goodness of people, so he has a full mental prediction of the sinister Cheng dù of people's hearts.

"Oh? Could it be that she sued you before she died? Arthur replied.

"No, I'm just guessing." Feng Bujue said, "I know very well, that woman is not simple...... those previous CG images flashed in his mind, "She is ostensibly against you using alchemy, but when you, a child who is less than ten years old, holds those advanced books and studies, she is indifferent." Hum...... Speaking of which, those books are the ones she managed to get for you. He paused for a second, then added, "Before she died, she knew that her plan was hopeless, so she pretended to be a good mother who really cared for you, and tried to tie you down with family affection and make you take care of her own son." Feng Bujue took out the book "Advanced Alchemy", took out the photo from the page, and read into the words on the back: "Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love." Hehe...... When I first saw this photo, I wondered why it was sandwiched into such a book. Now I understand that she is reminding you in this way that you are family. Feng Bujue sneered, "It's a pity...... She also underestimated you, presumably you saw through what kind of person she was at a very young age. If I'm not mistaken, even her death ......"

"Yes, that's me." Arthur continued, "It took me a year to bring her to death. She didn't know until she died, and her 'incurable disease' was planned by me. (To be continued)