As Feng Bujue had been in a pitch-black environment for quite some time, his eyes had yet to adjust to the light.
However, he didn't spend too much time adapting to the light.
After a few seconds, he was able to see normally. His gaze immediately shifted to the corpse beside him.
It was indeed a corpse wearing a restraining gown. The corpse's head and right leg were missing. Just as Brother Jue had predicted, the blood that flowed out of the wound was not blood, but some sort of odorless, greenish liquid.
"This is strange …" Feng Bujue glanced at the body and then lowered his head to look at his own hands. By then, there was still some sticky liquid on his hands. "This liquid … doesn't glow in the dark?"
He did not dwell on this question for too long. He walked towards the metal door not far away.
* Click! *
There was no system notification, but when he turned the doorknob, there was a clicking sound. It was a sign that the door was locked.
"Hmph … As expected." Feng Bujue muttered to himself as he walked towards the mirror.
Soon, he was in front of the mirror. He extended a finger and placed it vertically on the surface of the mirror.
"A one-way mirror …" Brother Jue looked at the reflection of his finger in the mirror and thought to himself.
What he was using now was a very simple "finger test". (Place your finger on the surface of the mirror. If there was a certain distance between your finger and the reflection, it meant that it was a normal mirror. If the reflection was close to your finger, it meant that it was a one-way mirror. Behind the mirror was a piece of glass that could be seen through.) Even though this method was not 100% effective (if the reflective layer was sandwiched between two pieces of glass, the finger test would be difficult to detect), he had succeeded.
Of course, even if the finger test did not work, Brother Jue was ninety percent sure that the mirror in front of him was a one-way mirror.
This was because … from a functional point of view, it was either an "interrogation room" or an "experimental container." If it was a prison cell, there was a problem. Even if there was no bed in the cell, there should at least be a toilet. Otherwise, the cell would turn into a sewer-less toilet in a few days.
In that case … since it was an interrogation room or an experimental container, there would definitely be surveillance cameras.
In the 1940s, although there was already the technology to record video, it was still 30 years before the invention of surveillance cameras. Therefore, the surveillance method used back then was basically one kind — relying on people to keep an eye on them.
If it was in a prison or similar place, it would be enough to send guards to watch through the bars or windows. In such a secret underground experimental base, most of the observations and recordings were made through one-way glass.
"I keep having the feeling that … there's someone staring at me from behind the mirror," Feng Bujue said. "But it's just a pure intuition. Without any evidence … I can't make any assertions." He stared at the mirror for a few seconds and thought, "Hmm … Regardless, it's impossible to break this mirror with bare hands without any tools. After all, this is a military-grade facility. It's reasonable to use bulletproof glass behind the one-way mirror."
Thinking of this, he prepared to turn around and look at the corpse.
Unexpectedly …
Fufu — Fufu —
At that moment, there was a sudden sound of cloth rubbing against the ground.
Through the reflection of the mirror, Feng Bujue saw that … the "corpse" on the ground, which had lost its head and right leg, suddenly began to squirm.
"What do you mean?" Seeing this, Brother Jue immediately turned around and stared at the corpse vigilantly.
"Without a head, there would be no brain … In order to make a body without a brain move, there would have to be some kind of power …" In the span of a breath, he had already come up with three hypotheses: one, an engineering type remote control device; two, a microbe or chemical weapon; and three, a supernatural cause.
Fufu — Fufu —
After a few seconds, the corpse began to squirm even more violently, but … there seemed to be no pattern to its movements. It was like a fish that had been fished out of the river.
"Speaking of which … why didn't it move at all when I touched it just now?" While Feng Bujue was thinking, he took a few steps away from the corpse. "The difference between just now and now is …" Thinking of this, he instinctively glanced at the light on the ceiling. "Light?" He whispered to himself, "Then … what's the theory …"
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Brother Jue's mind. The next second, he looked down at his hand.
"I see …" Seeing that the remaining mucus on his hand was brighter than before, Brother Jue immediately had an idea.
In order to verify his speculation, Feng Bujue immediately did something that ordinary people would not do …
He quickly walked back to the light switch, raised his hand, and turned off the light again …
This time, the room did not completely turn dark because the fluorescent mucus emitted a little light in the darkness.
However, almost as soon as the light appeared, it began to dim at a speed that was discernible to the human eye … About seven to eight seconds later, the mucus on Feng Bujue's hand completely stopped glowing. The mucus that flowed from the corpse's neck and ankle only lasted for about twenty seconds.
When the fluorescence on the mucus completely disappeared, the corpse stopped moving again. At least … from the sound of it, it was not moving anymore.
"Whether it was when the light was on or when the light was off, my hand did not feel anything strange." Feng Bujue said calmly in the dark, "This means that the mucus does not work outside the body. It has to enter the body's circulatory system …" He thought as he walked toward the corpse. "As for this guy … his entire body should be filled with the mucus …"
Not long after, Feng Bujue squatted down and used his hand to check the wound on the corpse again.
"Oh, bone saw …"
When he first searched in the dark, he was not sure. Now that he took a closer look under the light, everything became clear …
"And the feeling that the wound gave me … when he was sawing, there was no sign of struggle." After confirming all that, Feng Bujue turned the corpse over and undid the straps on the back of the robe.
"Seeing this, if you think that Feng Bujue is doing this out of humanitarianism, then you must be a very naive and kind person.
If you think that Feng Bujue is trying to take off the corpse's clothes to do something dirty to the headless corpse, then I suggest that you go see a psychiatrist or turn yourself in at the police station as soon as possible. "
In reality, Brother Jue was only trying to remove the metal buckle on the rope …
After removing the buckle, Feng Bujue stood up, turned around, and walked toward the metal door without stopping.
Since he had turned on the light earlier, the room was no longer dark for Brother Jue. The image of the entire room was imprinted in his mind. With his trained sense of distance down to the centimeter and his control over his steps, even with his eyes closed, Feng Bujue could move freely in the room.
"Okay … the 1940s … If I'm not mistaken, they were using marble locks …" Feng Bujue pulled out the iron pin from the buckle and inserted it into the keyhole of the metal door. "Traditional things are not so easy to get …"
He was speaking from experience. According to Feng Bujue's experience in picking locks, the more old-fashioned the lock was, the more difficult it was to unlock the door. "Security doors" from the early 21st century were the easiest to open … However, locks from before the 1990s could not be opened with professional tools, so they could only be smashed.
Click —
To make a long story short, after working in front of the door for about five minutes, the sound of the lock finally came.
Feng Bujue sighed and put the metal buckle into his pocket. He then stood up and opened the door …
Creak! Creak!
The sound of the door opening was familiar, similar to the sound at the beginning of the cinematic.
Perhaps all the metal doors in the base would make this sound when they were opened, or perhaps … this was the last door that Andre opened before his death.
Regardless, this sound was a psychological cue … a cue that could raise one's Terror Points.
"The lighting in the corridor is still normal …" Two seconds later, Feng Bujue walked out of the room with his dead fish eyes and a listless expression.
Naturally, he understood the meaning behind the sound of the door opening, but he was not afraid.
"This place should be different from the corridor in the introduction …" Since the metal door had started to creak, Feng Bujue could not keep his silence anymore. He mumbled to himself, "The color of the wall and some of the details are different …"
The 'difference' that he mentioned might have been missed by a normal person, but he remembered it clearly.
There were similar examples in the previous chapters. This was a problem with the human brain's filtering mechanism. For us' normal people ', most of the time, we are as good as blind. Take me for example … There is a table lamp next to my computer, and there is a lampshade on the table lamp. This thing is only thirty centimeters away from me, and most of the time, it will be within my sight. But … if you ask me how many folds there are on the lampshade, I won't be able to tell.
You can also give it a try … For example, how many sockets are there in the room you live in, what words are printed on the pen you use every day, what is the first book on the top right of your right hand … Can you answer without taking a look?
Feng Bujue … knew these details very well, and after years of training, he did not need to purposely do it anymore, and he could complete this kind of observation and memory task.
"There is no fork in the road …" After a few seconds of observation, Brother Jue realized that the room he was in was at the end of a corridor, and the door was facing the corridor. "In other words, I can only walk in this direction, and this direction …" He looked back at the room behind him. "It is the room behind the mirror …"
After thinking for a few seconds, he closed the metal door behind him until there was only a small gap left. Then, he continued to walk down the corridor.
"Ah … there is indeed." After a few steps, Feng Bujue noticed a few drops of fluorescent liquid scattered on the ground in front of him. "Let me see … where did you guys take the head and the leg?"
Based on Brother Jue's speculation, the head and leg of the body had undoubtedly been sawed off and taken away, and there was definitely more than one person who had done this. If it was done by one person … Halfway through the sawing, the body would react violently due to the fluorescent liquid flowing out from the body and reacting with the light. In that case … even if the person could finish the sawing, the body's wounds would be a mess.
Therefore, this job had to be done by several people. The head and the leg had to be sawed off at the same time. After sawing off both sides, they had to turn off the lights and leave.
And when the group of people came to the corridor with the head and feet, because there were lights in the corridor, the two sawed-off parts would definitely react. This would very likely cause the fluorescent liquid to spill out and drip onto the ground.
"If I work as a cleaner here, the salary must be very high …" Feng Bujue followed the fluorescent liquid. After turning a corner, he saw another metal door. However, the fluorescent liquid did not stop at the door, so it was clear that the head and the leg had not been taken into this room.
Feng Bujue walked to the door, and with the intention of giving it a try, he reached out to turn the doorknob … but it was locked.
Since it could not be opened, he was relieved and decided to move forward first.
After walking for another twenty meters and turning another corner, a third room appeared. The traces of the fluorescent liquid also disappeared at the door of this room.
The door of this room was not made of metal, but a movable door made of two white boards, the kind commonly used in hospital emergency rooms.
Feng Bujue knew that he had come to the right place.
He crept over and stood at the door, holding his breath and listening for a while … But he did not hear any movement.
So, he gently pushed the door open …
Just the gap between the door and the door was enough for the heavy smell of disinfectant to leak out of the room.
Feng Bujue did not pay much attention to the smell. He steadily pushed the door open about half a meter and peeked inside.
The light in this third room was already on. Brother Jue glanced inside … He saw a few yellowed walls, a pile of medical equipment, a pile of experimental equipment of unknown use, and an area surrounded by curtains that seemed to be a hospital bed. Other than that, there was a floor full of fluorescent liquid.
"Very good …" Feng Bujue was relieved when he saw that there was no living person in sight. He quickly went in. "I'll get a set of surgical tools. Murder, first aid, carpentry … I'll do everything." He said to himself in his heart as he approached the wheelbarrow full of surgical tools beside the hospital bed.
Just as he came to the wheelbarrow and was about to pick a few items for self-defense, suddenly!
"Ugh —"
A bone-chilling groan came from the corridor outside the door …
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