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Feng Bujue walked around the wreckage of the car for a while, and really couldn't think of a way to climb the cliff, so he had to find another path.

At this time, Brother Jue has lost his extraordinary skills from heaven to earth, various supernatural skills and equipment, and even the most basic survival tools. As an ordinary person, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to be in this kind of valley bottom dense forest.

Feng Bujue doesn't know if there are other bad rules in this script, such as players must drink and eat, otherwise they will starve to death (by the way, Feng Bujue was in sleep mode when he first played this script...... If there is really that kind of setting, with years of experience in watching the "Survival in the Wilderness" program, presumably Brother Jue will be able to live a day and a half longer than ordinary people......

"Can you only move forward blindly with intuition......" Feng Bujue muttered as he walked through the forest.

This is also a helpless move, with his current physical ability, it is difficult to climb the tree to look at it. Even if he did climb up, it would be very dangerous to poke his head out of the canopy and make a look-out movement, but he had no protection on him, and if the soles of his feet slipped, he might die.

However, things went more smoothly than expected.

After twenty minutes of the arduous trek of plucking branches and leaves, a small stream appeared in front of his eyes. Looking up, the forest on the opposite bank is much sparser than on this side, and a ready-made path can be faintly seen in the forest.

Brother Jue came to the stream, looked left and right, and after confirming that there were no beasts or anything like that nearby, he squatted down alertly, washed his face, and drank a few sips of water.

Judging from the dryness in his throat and the obvious feeling of exhaustion, his role in this script must require eating, drinking, and resting. Only the toilet setting still does not exist zài, because there is no way to take off your pants at all.

After rehydrating and resting for a while, Feng Bujue was back on the road.

Although after the explosion of the car, there was no more danger. But the cautious personality and the fear of the nightmare mode still make Feng Bujue pay attention everywhere and take every step. As a result, he was still cautious when wading through a knee-deep stream less than five meters wide.

When he reached the other side, he dried his feet with the hem of his suit, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked down the path.

"Hmm...... Judging from the reflection in the water, I still look like myself. When he acts, the thoughts in his head are also non-stop, "The pockets of his whole body are empty." The parts that can be read inside and outside do not have any embroidery or logos. So...... What's my detective's name......

As he pondered, the path under his feet became clearer, but the terrain around him became steeper and steeper, and when he looked back, the forest behind him was already below the height he was at at the moment.

In this way, he walked for nearly half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the surrounding terrain flattened for a short time. There was a highway in front of me.

Feng Bujue walked a few steps quickly, came to the main road, looked at the telephone poles on the side of the road, and had an indescribable sense of intimacy. It would have been more intimate if there were a few small advertisements on the telephone poles.

In fact, he made a big circle, just from the bottom of the valley back to the height of the road.

Woo -

Not long after walking along the road, the sound of cars moving can be heard in the distance.

Feng Bujue looked back and saw a rather swaggering red convertible sports car driving towards him.

He's not verbose either. Stand directly in the middle of the road, with your feet open and your hands raised. put on a "big" word, a posture of "if you don't let me hitchhike, hit me and kill me".

"Hey! Help! As the car got closer, Feng Bujue waved his arms and shouted loudly.

Sitting in the car were a middle-aged couple, both white, dressed in a mid-twentieth century style and driven in a vehicle they were driving.

Someone stopped the car in this remote place, and the other party had some scruples, but when he looked closely, the person who stopped the car was thin and unarmed, and although his clothes were dirty, he was also dressed as a serious person, and he was still shouting "help", presumably he was really in trouble.

So, the car slowed down and stopped on the side of the road, and the gentleman in the driver's seat said to his wife, "Stay in the car, Carol." ”

"Be careful, Dennis." The wife admonished.

Dennis pushed the car door down, walked to a distance of about two meters in front of Feng Bujue, and said, "Sir, what's wrong?" ”

Feng Bujue looked at the man in front of him, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and about forty years old. He has a burly physique, brown hair and blue eyes, and a mustache. He wears a beige short-sleeved T-shirt on the top, a pair of white trousers on the bottom, and shiny leather shoes on his feet. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders, the sleeves of which were knotted at his chest. This method of dressing was long outdated in the era of Feng Buqing, so he was even more sure that the year of this script was in the twentieth century.

"Uh...... Yes sir, I was in a car accident. Feng Bujue replied.

"What? Car accident? Dennis looked at Feng Bujue, "What's going on?" Are you hurt? ”

"I'm fine." Feng Bujue said, "It's just that my car was wrecked and rolled down the side of the road." I walked for about an hour to climb up from the valley floor and find the road. He tried to reveal as much information as he could, dispeling the other person's doubts in order to gain trust, "Please forgive me for standing in the middle of the road, but I do need someone to give me a ride." ”

"I see." Dennis seemed to let his guard down and took a step closer, "Don't worry, man, I'm happy to help." ”

"Thank you so much." Feng Bujue said, his conversation at this time seemed very polite and normal.

Dennis took Feng Bujue to the side of the car, pointed to the woman in the car and introduced, "This is my wife Carol." He turned his face to his wife again, and gestured with his hand to Feng Bujue's body, "This ......"

"I don't feel it." Feng Bujue directly said his real name, wanting to test the reaction of the NPC.

"This Mr. Feng was in a car accident and wanted to hitchhike." Dennis naturally continued, it seems that the system has corrected the influence of factors such as names and appearances on NPCs.

"Oh, that's unfortunate, you're not hurt, are you?" Carol asked.

The lady sitting in the car was wearing a red woolen jacket. She has blue eyes and black hair, which is not very beautiful, and the contours of her face are slightly weird. Although she was wearing heavy makeup, the years did not seem very lenient to this forty-year-old woman, and the thick foundation could not cover all the wrinkles.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, ma'am." Feng Bujue replied, and at the same time he had quickly stepped into the back seat. Even if the other party wants to change the hexagram at this time, it is too late, and it is impossible to get the goods out of the car.

"Mr. Feng." Dennis got into the driver's seat, turned around and said, "My wife and I are going to the villa in the mountains for a family party, it's not far from our destination, if you don't mind, come with us to the villa first." There is a phone and we can notify your family or friends to pick you up. ”

"I can't thank you enough." Feng Bujue said, "I haven't asked for advice yet, Mr.'s name is ......"

"Lovecraft." Dennis replied that the engine had been started, "Dennis. Lovecraft. (To be continued)