"Then …" Igor looked puzzled. "How did the demon from before …"
"The water content of an adult's body accounts for about 65% of the total body weight." Feng Bujue knew what Igor wanted to ask, so he replied directly, "The demon looked like a mummy at first glance. It must be quite light, so it wouldn't trigger the mechanism."
As Brother Jue said this, he put down the toolbox in his hand and began to take things out of his pocket.
"You're …" Igor looked at Brother Jue's actions and asked, "You want to reduce your weight and go through?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied, "I'm Asian. My skeleton is smaller than yours, and I'm also on the skinny side. After I remove all the weight, I may succeed."
"Wait … Wait …" Igor was a little flustered. "Are you going to leave me alone?"
"Of course not." Feng Bujue replied, "According to my speculation … There should be a switch to turn off the pressure sensor on the opposite side of the gate." He paused. "I'll go over now, find the switch and turn it off. Then, you can go through this section at will."
"Oh …" Igor nodded.
"Well, that's about it. I won't take off my clothes (because he can't take them off even if he wants to)." When Feng Bujue said this, he had already taken out all the things he could take with him. "If I fail, then you'll have to try."
"Eh? If even you fail, then I... "Igor was just about to ask himself how he was going to try, but the answer had already appeared in his mind." Uh... You want me to saw off part of my body... "
Feng Bujue did not answer. He smiled at him and then walked forward.
One step, two steps … He soon walked into the pressure-sensitive area, and then …
Clang!
"It's not that easy …" Brother Jue muttered and retreated.
"That's true … If I could pass through without carrying any weight, then when the barefooted guy went to search the first laboratory, I could have sneaked out from here quietly. This doesn't make sense." "But... in this place, there must be a way for a player to clear it alone. It's impossible for the system to set up a puzzle that requires Igor's help to clear it. Because the resurrection of Igor is an event with variables, the outcome of this event and the progress of the main plot will form a certain 'necessary connection', which will lead to a certain probability of a hard block..."
He was right. As mentioned earlier, the resurrection of Igor could not be considered as one of the main storyline tasks. If the player chose to "end the head's pain," or caused Igor's distrust during the communication, or even triggered a fight... then it would be impossible to use the power of this NPC to pass through the gate.
Of course, based on the current situation, Feng Bujue had already fulfilled the trigger condition to 'have Igor open the gate'.
But … everyone knew about Brother Jue's temper. Even if it was not necessary, he would have to solve the puzzle alone before he would feel better.
"Haha …" Hearing the clang and seeing Brother Jue walk back, Igor could not help but laugh drily. "Looks like … I can get ready now …" He turned his head to look at his shoulder. "Sawing off my arm should be about time …"
"No, there's no need to rush." Feng Bujue waved his hand and said thoughtfully, "Let me think about it …"
Igor listened but did not say anything. He silently waited for his Brother Jue to make the decision.
Even though they had not known each other for long, Igor had developed a strong sense of trust toward this man called Feng Bujue before him … because the man seemed to know everything, and he was always calm and collected like a mountain was falling before him.
"Oh … I see." Feng Bujue did not need to think for too long before he came up with an idea.
He walked to the toolbox and squatted down. He quickly took out several empty blood bags and the needles that came with them.
"What are you …" Igor looked at Brother Jue with a questioning gaze.
"Since the density of the fluid in the body is high …" Feng Bujue said as he wrapped the rubber band around his arm. "Then I will draw out about 2000 milliliters of blood before I try."
"Hey!" Igor was shocked when he heard that. "That's going to kill someone!"
"Hmm … You have a point. 2000 milliliters is a bit dangerous." When Brother Jue said that, he had already inserted the needle into his blood vessel like nothing had happened and removed the rubber band around his biceps. The next second, his blood flowed slowly through the tube into the blood bag. "I'll start with 1500."
Igor was speechless. "Brother Feng … I appreciate your kindness, but I think … you should let me chop off my arm."
"Chopping off an arm is not enough." Feng Bujue did not stop drawing blood. Instead, he said calmly, "You are already one size bigger than I am. The weight of one arm will only allow you to be as heavy as me." He raised his head to glance down the corridor. "To pass through there, you will have to chop off at least one arm … and one leg."
Hearing that, Igor instinctively lowered his head to look at his two legs like he was trying to figure out which one would be less painful.
"In addition, when you jump across the corridor with one leg, I have to find something to cover your sawed-off hands and feet so that your severed limbs won't move under the light." Feng Bujue continued, "Compared to that, it's more convenient to draw my blood … Anyway, I can immediately transfuse my blood back. It's not a big problem."
While the two were talking, Feng Bujue did not stop drawing blood. Within a few minutes, he had drawn more than 1500 milliliters of blood, which filled nearly four blood collection bags. At this time, he pulled out the needle and pressed the tourniquet against the wound.
"Phew …" After drawing the blood, Brother Jue obviously felt dizzy and his vision blurred. So, he took a few deep breaths.
"Brother Feng … Are you okay?" Igor asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." After Feng Bujue said this, he lay on the ground.
"Hey! You're lying on the ground, and you're saying you're fine! "Igor was shocked again.
"No, I just think that increasing the contact area with the ground can reduce the pressure." As Feng Bujue spoke, he began to crawl forward. "Although I don't know if it'll work, I'll give it a try …"
A few seconds later, Brother Jue crawled into the sensor area. In the end, the sound of the gate closing did not come.
"Very good." Feng Bujue muttered, "As long as you can pass …" His face was very pale, and his voice sounded weak. "I'll go first …" He looked like he was crawling with difficulty. "The worst case scenario is that I'll pass out before I can press the switch …" However, he still smiled. "Ah … If that really happens, you can cut off your own body, close the gate, and transfuse your blood to me."
At this point, Feng Bujue actually made a mistake. In fact, crawling forward was useless because the thing in front of him … was a gravity sensor with a large range. Reducing local pressure was not very meaningful. Instead of crawling forward, it was better to "lean against the wall." An experiment with an electronic scale showed that … while remaining still, leaning against the wall or exerting downward force on the wall with both hands could reduce the number on the scale.
In any case, Feng Bujue successfully avoided the trigger line of this pressure device … because the amount of blood he drew had greatly exceeded the system's estimation.
The density of blood was only a little higher than that of water. There was not much difference between the two.
After drawing more than 1,500 milliliters of blood, Feng Bujue lost about three or four kilograms of weight.
And this three or four kilograms … happened to be the limit set by the system.
There was no doubt that the "weight requirement" of this place was set by the system according to the player's weight. Taking into account the premise that the player "could not take off their clothes" and "excluded all other weights," the theoretical limit of passing through was to draw 500 milliliters of blood (an amount that would not cause obvious discomfort for a normal adult), wrap some tape on the hands, and use both hands to lean against the wall to reduce the weight, and then walk sideways all the way.
Although Feng Bujue did not use the friction force against the wall to reduce his weight, he completely ignored his own safety when drawing blood, allowing him to smoothly pass through the corridor.
"Phew …" Feng Bujue took a deep breath and used his perverted willpower to support his consciousness and body … and struggled to crawl forward.
He crawled more than 20 meters for three minutes.
This time was not short, but considering that he had just drawn nearly one-third of the blood in his body, it was not easy.
"Is it that …" After passing through the gate, Feng Bujue found a handbrake switch on the wall nearby.
He propped himself up and pulled the switch. Then he raised his voice and shouted to Igor at the other end of the corner, "Igor, try stepping on the sensor area."
"Okay!" Igor responded and did as he was told.
This time, the gate did not close because of Igor's weight, which meant that Brother Jue pulled the switch correctly.
So, Igor hurriedly packed up everything on the ground, passed through the corridor, and ran to Brother Jue's side.
"Brother Feng, don't panic, I'll give you a blood transfusion." Igor quickly took out the few bags of blood that Brother Jue had drawn and prepared to give him a transfusion. "Uh …" But when he was about to do it, he realized that he did not know how to do it.
"Haha … let me do it." Brother Jue laughed. "Please help me to sit by the wall."
...
Ten minutes later, Feng Bujue had connected the drainage tube and the blood bag, and fixed the needle in his vein. More than half of the first bag of blood that he had drawn had been transfused back.
"Brother Feng, are you feeling better?" Igor was standing against the wall, holding the blood bag above Brother Jue's head.
"No." Feng Bujue's answer was straightforward. "Even if I transfuse all of this back, the physical discomfort will not disappear immediately."
"Oh …" The corners of Igor's mouth twitched twice. "By the way, will it be harmful to your body if you keep doing this?"
"It's okay." Feng Bujue replied, "This is a simple self-transfusion without washing. As long as the blood drawn within six hours is not contaminated, it will be directly transfused back. There are almost no side effects." As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the blood bag. "Besides, I'm using a special blood collection bag, and it comes with an anticoagulant. If there are any side effects … at most, it will cause a slight thrombosis or hemolysis."
Igor did not understand most of what Brother Jue said. He just looked at him with admiration and said, "Brother Feng, you novelists really know a lot. That's amazing."
"Haha … You've misunderstood." Feng Bujue smiled. "Among those of us who hold the pen … there are scammers who are ignorant and incompetent, actors who provide entertainment for others, idiots who are narcissistic, and traitors who are cunning and evil … but there are not many real intellectuals among us." He continued in a self-deprecating tone, "Those who are really knowledgeable study more substantial things … Their research results will promote the advancement of science and technology and bring tangible benefits to mankind." He tilted his head. "As for people like us … except for a few sages and pillars of the world in the past few thousand years, most of us would be lucky if we don't cause trouble for the world. If you worship us … you might as well worship the religious leaders."
At this point, Brother Jue paused for a few seconds before adding, "By the way, the reason I know about blood transfusion is because I have a friend who is a doctor. I once purposely asked him about this."
"Okay … Okay …" Igor was stunned by Feng Bujue's words. He did not know that Brother Jue was in a bad mood and liked to bicker, so he did not know how to respond.
The two chatted for more than 20 minutes. Feng Bujue quickly transfused two blood bags.
After the third bag, Brother Jue stood up. "Okay … I feel much better. Let's transfuse the remaining two bags as we walk."
His complexion was indeed much better. Compared to when the blood was first drawn, at least there was some color in his complexion.
"Ah … Then I …" Igor said, "Continue to lead the way?"
"Yes, sorry to trouble you." Feng Bujue said as he took the blood bag from Igor. "I'll take this myself. You also have to carry the toolbox."
"Okay, no problem," Igor said. Igor said, "I feel like I have an endless supply of energy now. Carrying a toolbox is a breeze."
"That's good." Feng Bujue nodded and did not say much.
In fact, Brother Jue had already seen that this VNO-9 experimental subject was extremely strong. Take what happened just now as an example. Perhaps even Igor himself did not notice that when he helped Brother Jue hold the blood bag, he did not change his arm. His arm was held there steadily, like a stent, and it did not tremble for dozens of minutes. If it were an ordinary person, their arm would have been sore and they would have to change their posture even if they did not change their arm. However, Igor did not even feel anything.
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