About twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue carried the head of the barefoot brother and came to a corner of the base.

Igor still walked ahead of him with a weapon and several tools, acting as a bodyguard and pathfinder.

"Alright, we're in the corner, how do you get to the 'room where the test report is stored'?" After Feng Bujue stood still, he opened his mouth and said to the barefoot brother.

"I'll state beforehand......," Barefoot replied, "because you said you couldn't see the signage, so I can't be sure which of the four corners of the base 'this corner' is, so I may arrive at the right destination in a moment." ”

"It's okay." Feng Bujue said, "If this is wrong, it is just a matter of taking more time to start from another corner." He paused, "But ...... I also declare it beforehand......" he cast a cold glance at the barefoot brother, "it doesn't matter if we go to the wrong room, but if we are led to some strange place in a moment, such as ...... There's a trap, or there's a place where you're of your kind, ...... Afterwards, you can ask for more blessings. ”

This sentence made the barefoot brother change his color.

Indeed, a similar idea had already been conceived on the way to here, and he was about to act on it just now.

However, at the moment, Feng Buun unconsciously gave him a "preventive shot" in advance, and made it clear - "Your little trick, Uncle Ben has already seen through it, if you dare to use it, you will weigh the consequences yourself." ”

"Hmph...... After a few seconds of hesitation, the barefoot brother reluctantly compromised, he snorted coldly, and continued, "Then I will also make a statement in advance...... The room where the experiment report was kept, close to the room where we had the 'ceremony'. Although we scattered around the base after all the rituals were done, I'm not sure if there were any other people nearby......" He paused for half a second, "So, if you meet one of my kind on the road." Or if you are attacked near that room, don't say I deliberately led you to ......"

These words show that this monster has picked out its own bottom line.

Two seconds later, Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly: "Okay, let's say it...... How to go? ”

…………

The hallway was straight and bright, with little to no obstruction, so Jue Ge and Igor walked quickly.

After about twelve minutes of walking, they came to the destination mentioned by the barefoot brother.

"I didn't meet anything along the way......" Feng Bujue said to himself as he stood at the door of the room, "Maybe...... Wrong place? ”

There was nothing wrong with his reasoning. Because when he tried to open the door, he got a hint of "can't be opened".

As a result, they had no choice but to set off to another corner in order to relocate their coordinates.

This process would have taken about half an hour...... And that's on the basis of not encountering monsters or other events on the road.

But they were lucky, and walked straight for seven or eight minutes towards the other "margin" of the base, and the barefoot brother suddenly spoke: "Wait...... I found the 'ritual' room. ”

"Oh?" Feng Bujue heard this, immediately stopped, lowered his head and asked. "Which one?"

"At that fork in the road, turn left." "There's a lot of blood in that ritual room, and it's no longer flowing, but it's at this distance. I can still perceive ......"

When Brother Jue heard this, he immediately glanced at Igor; The latter comprehended, entered a state of alert, and went first with a knife.

The two retreated a distance of a few meters. turned in the direction that the barefoot brother said.

At this time, Igor's expression was focused, and he moved his steps silently. You can see it...... It wasn't the first time he'd been on such an occasion.

Although Igor was not a professional soldier, he did fight and had considerable combat experience.

…………

In 1942, in that winter, which was full of death and covered with snow and ice, the Soviets, Romanians, Hungarians, Germans, ...... Gathered in a place called Stalingrad, they wrote in their blood a stroke that occupies a very important place in the entire history of human warfare.

For the Soviets, Stalingrad was a place they absolutely did not want to lose and could not lose. The city not only has an irreplaceable symbolic meaning, but more importantly...... It was the transportation choke point of the central region of the Soviet Union to the important economic regions of the South; It is bordered by Moscow to the north, the Persian Gulf to the south, and the main producing regions of grain, coal and oil of the Soviet Union to the southwest. If you lose here, you will probably lose the whole war, perhaps...... The entire history of mankind will be rewritten because of this.

On July 28 of the same year, Stalin issued his famous Order No. 227 - "Not a single step back!" ”

And Igor was one of the members of the Soviet army who received this order......

He was only nineteen years old. He didn't want to go to war, he just wanted to be a worker, or a shoemaker like his dead father.

He hopes to live a stable life, hopes to fall in love like a normal young man, hopes to do some filial piety for his mother who is sick in bed, and hopes to let his hungry sister eat enough every day.

However, the war ...... Let him have no choice.

Stalingrad in October was called the "murderous stove", and Igor stayed in this stove until the end of the battle.

As a recruit who was pulled into battle without much military training, this is almost a miracle......

In the spring of the following year, Igor was forced to leave the army because of his wounds and amputation.

When he returned home, his mother and sister had died, and the already poor family was left alone.

He was only twenty years old, and he became a lame vagabond.

In this way, seven years passed in a hurry...... It was supposed to be the best seven years of his life, but for him, every day was like a year.

Until someday...... Some men in military uniforms came to tell him that he had been selected by the government to receive a free "treatment program".

At that time, Igor, who was already terminally ill, naturally had no reason to refuse.

But what he didn't expect was ...... I'm not here to receive any treatment, but to be an experiment......

…………

"Don't be so careful." The barefoot brother's sudden words broke the brief silence, "There will be no ambush in the room." ”

"How do you know?" Feng Bujue looked at him, "You shouldn't be able to sense each other's position, right?" ”

If those monsters could sense each other, they wouldn't be worried about being beheaded and left somewhere unnoticed, so this inference must be correct.

"Because we're not going to stay somewhere and not move all the time." The barefoot brother responded, "Calm and wait...... It's maddening us. ”

"Okay. That's a valid reason. Feng Bujue said, and glanced at Igor again.

Igor, who was already standing in front of the door, reached out and pushed a metal door panel.

Squeak -

The sound of the metal shaft turning makes people's hearts bristle.

And after the door opened, there was a smell of blood......

"Hmm-" Igor's sense of smell had also become very sensitive, so it was uncomfortable for him to stand here.

"Here...... It's up to me. At this time, Feng Bujue stepped forward, grabbed in front of Igor, and walked into the room first.

He was so sure because he had already confirmed when he stood behind Igor that there was nothing strange in the room......

This room is not very large, covering an area of about 30 square meters; The lights in the house are turned on. The inside of the house is clearly visible; On the wall opposite the doorway, there is a cement table that cannot be moved, and there is just enough room for a person to lie on the table.

At this moment, the cement table looks like a cutting board that has been used N times but has never been cleaned, and layers of blood of different shades are covered on its surface...... It was also mixed with flesh, internal organs, hair, broken bones, and many other indistinguishable objects.

"Explain, how the ritual works." After standing in the room and looking around, Feng Bujue picked up the head of the barefoot brother again, looked directly at him and asked.

"We can dissect people without shedding a single drop of blood." Brother Barefoot's answer was quite informative. "It can also make people bleed without any wounds." As he spoke, he glanced at the surface of the cement platform, "Underneath those blood stains, there is a ritual circle. It was drawn by the 'Whisperer', and only 'he' knew how to use 'power'. ”

"'The Whisperer'?" Feng Bujue motioned to the other party to give a more detailed explanation in a tentative tone.

"I don't know what he is, all I have in my head is the title 'Whisperer,' like I know how to walk." The barefoot brother continued. "He looks the same as us, except that ...... He seems to know more than we do. ”

"Can the ritual only be performed in the presence of the Whisperer??" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Nope. As long as the circle is drawn, anyone can complete it. As soon as the barefoot brother spat out the word "Cheng", he felt that something was wrong, "Hey! Hey! What are you doing? ”

Feng Bujue ignored him, just took two steps forward on his own, and wiped the ritual platform with his barefoot brother's face as if nothing happened.

A few seconds later, he smeared a large patch of blood with a series of rough movements that opened and closed, revealing the circle.

"Oh...... King Solomon's sorcerers? Feng Bujue stared at the magic circle for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice.

"Bastard! What are you doing! In the next second, the barefoot brother who was covered with filth shouted angrily.

Feng Bujue ignored the other party's complaints, silently engraved the magic circle in his mind, and then continued in a calm tone: "Okay, take us to the room where the experiment report is...... Since you know it's not far from there, you should be able to locate it from here, right? ”

"Damn......" The barefoot brother was furious, but helpless...... He has fallen into the hands of others; And on the way here, Feng Bujue had already told him how he had treated the monster before...... Brother Barefoot doesn't want to end up in the same way, or even worse.

So, he could only continue to swallow his anger and obediently pointed out the direction to Brother Jue.

…………

After coming out of the "Ritual Room", turn right, go through two intersections, turn left again, and the first room is the "Archive Room".

The door here is also locked, and when Feng unconsciously tries to pick the lock, he also gets a special system prompt: [This lock has rusted to death, even the key can't be opened, and it seems to be a better choice to open it with brute force].

"Hmm...... The hint is pretty clear. When the voice sounded in his ears, Feng Bujue thought in his heart, "However, if there is no help from Igor here, how can the player open it alone?" ”

Although he has a ready-made solution, he still thinks about problems such as these, which often give him more information.

After about five seconds, Feng Bujue thought of three possible ways to open it:

First, lead a monster, use the position, and use the power of the monster to help yourself open.

This hypothesis is the least likely because it is too difficult to implement...... Of course, it's not entirely impossible, because the monsters' perspective is very limited, and they usually have to go very close to find out where the door is; Plus...... If the player runs with all his might, the speed of those monsters is not much different, and this script was originally designed as a layout of "players can use the labyrinthine terrain and the perspective of monsters to escape from the position when they encounter monsters alone", therefore, Brother Jue still listed this as one of the possibilities.

Second, use the power of an NPC to open the door.

This "NPC" naturally does not refer to a hidden reward like Igor, but a character who has a certain connection to the main story. Maybe there is something negotiable among those monsters, such as the "Whisperer", or one of the ritual-converted victims...... However, Brother Jue can't verify this for the time being.

Third, and with a high probability of it, the player kicks the door open.

This possibility, Feng Bujue immediately tried......

But seeing that he didn't say a word, a roundhouse kick kicked towards the position of the door lock (when kicking the door, side kicks and roundhouse kicks are more efficient than frontal kicks with the soles of the feet, and the way of kicking the door frontally in most film and television works is actually unscientific.) For more information, please see Bell. Grylls's Desperate Survival Handbook) is ...... But the door did not move.

At this moment, Feng Buju came to another inference: assuming that among the above three sets of schemes, the probability of one is too low to be feasible, and the situation of two does not exist in essence; On the premise that only the third set of options is considered...... As long as a precondition is established, the solution can be realized.

And that "prerequisite" is that the player injects themselves with VNO-9 and successfully mutates.

"Igor." After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue said, "Here...... I'll bother you. ”

For the conclusion produced after this multiple assumptions, Brother Jue still has no intention of implementing it, but ...... After thinking about it, he had more confidence in the fact that VNO-9 would work successfully on the player. To put it simply...... Because more information is known, this theoretical probability is increased.

"Okay, no problem." Igor didn't know what Brother Jue was thinking, he just answered very dryly, and then took three steps forward and kicked sideways towards the door panel.

Bang -

Igor's first kick was just to test it and see what it felt like to kick it, so he didn't use all his strength.

However, even he himself did not expect ...... With this kick, the heavy metal door was kicked open, and even the wall next to the door lock was shattered. (To be continued.) )