After transfusing all four bags of blood, Feng Bujue felt much better. Even though there was still slight dizziness and nausea, it did not affect his movement anymore.
He led Igor forward, and along the way … they discovered many more sealed doors.
Similar to the four doors from before, they were all locked and airtight metal doors. Without opening them, it was impossible to tell what was inside.
This time, Feng Bujue tried to pry open the lock.
But in the end … when he poked the tool into the lock, he heard the system say, "Cannot be opened."
Since it was "Cannot be opened" and not "Require Key" or "Locked", Brother Jue confirmed that … none of these doors could be opened. They were merely decorations on the scenario map.
However … this point caused him to have some doubts.
"The scenario map is so big, but the space for exploration is so limited," he said to himself as he walked. "After exiting the gravity gate, there is only one room that can be entered, and that interrogation room has nothing related to the main plot. It is purely a place for the players to replenish their equipment …" He lifted his head to look ahead. "And this map that is so similar, it hasn't changed at all. It looks so monotonous and repetitive …"
"Brother Feng, look! There's no road ahead. "At this moment, Igor's eyes widened as he pointed to the front.
"Oh … is that so?" Feng Bujue could not see the end, but he did not express any objection because he knew that his eyesight was not as good as Igor's. After all, the latter was a cyborg. "I can't see that far. Let's keep walking."
"Okay." Igor nodded and followed Brother Jue.
Soon, the two reached the 'end' of the corridor. There was nothing special there, and there was no room. There was only a gray wall that was similar to the rest of the corridor.
Other than that, the end was not a dead end. There were forks on both sides. In other words, this was a T-junction.
Feng Bujue stood at the junction and looked left and right. He realized that the scenery on both sides was basically the same. Other than the details like the texture of the walls and floor that were hard for others to notice, or rather, they would not be able to remember them even if they noticed them, they were still the same corridors, the same chandelier, and the same metallic door.
"Hmph … What is this?" At this moment, Brother Jue finally realized what the strange feeling this script gave him was.
That was a kind of — "crude" feeling...
To be more specific, other than the rooms that could be entered, the whole scenario revealed a problem … a lack of details.
First of all, as mentioned earlier … It was one thing for such a large base to be built similarly everywhere, but under this premise, it was illogical to not have a single road sign.
Secondly, it wasn't just the road signs. There were also many details that should have existed that didn't exist. For example, electrical wires and pipes …
The chandelier on the ceiling of the corridor was designed to be hung by a single wire, and the end of the wire was directly connected to the ceiling. But in the corridor … there was not a single light switch. This meant that there were two conclusions. One, as long as there was electricity in the base, the lights in the corridor would be on and would never be turned off. Two, the switches for the lights were gathered at some kind of control center.
The possibility of the latter was close to zero. The technology of the 1940s might not have been able to do that, but even if it could … in this base that had no signs, no surveillance, and no way to differentiate between different areas, how would the controller know which area they were controlling?
For example, if I gave you a remote control and told you that you could use it to control all the lights in a certain building, but I wouldn't tell you which switch was for which floor, and you wouldn't be able to see the building, then what was the point of controlling the lights?
Of course, this could be explained by the fact that the lights in the corridor were never turned off, so Feng Bujue did not dwell on it too much.
But … there was one last problem that Brother Jue could not accept.
If there were no exposed wires and pipes, he would have treated it as if the whole base was wired, but there was not even a single air vent … what was going on?
This was an 'underground' base. Even if it was not completely sealed, there had to be air vents, and there had to be plenty of them.
Initially, Feng Bujue thought that he would be able to see a few if he expanded his exploration range, but along the way … he did not see even one.
At that moment, after Brother Jue confirmed the 'lack of details' characteristic, he realized that there was something wrong with this' scenario map 'itself.
The base did not look like something created by Thriller Paradise, but more like something created in Minecraft. In fact, even in Minecraft, it was possible to create a building that was more complicated than this …
"Then … the hidden worldview should be related to this scenario map, right?" Feng Bujue wondered. "Could it be … this place is similar to the sandbox created by the Anomalies? And it's not even ready yet? "
Pa pa pa pa!
Just as Brother Jue was thinking, a series of hurried footsteps came from his side.
"Be careful! It's him! " Igor's sight and hearing were both better than Feng Bujue, so his reaction was faster than the latter.
"Oh …" However, Feng Bujue's calmness was not something that Igor could match.
After being reminded, Brother Jue stopped thinking. He stared with his dead fish eyes and said listlessly, "The one with the bare feet, right?"
Just from the sound of the footsteps, they knew that the person was not wearing shoes. Furthermore, Igor said 'it's him', so this meant that the person was someone that they had met before.
Based on these two points … it was clear who the person was.
"Kekekekeke …"
At that moment, the barefoot man was laughing weirdly as he rushed over from several meters away. He was at least three times faster than the one with shoes.
"Igor." Feng Bujue used a calm tone to call the captain of the Soviet team next to him.
"Yes." When he answered, Igor had already put down the toolbox and gripped the cleaver in his hand tightly.
"Same old rules, you know," Brother Jue said.
"Okay!" With his previous experience, Igor was no longer afraid of these so-called 'demons'. With the premise of abandoning fear, his combat ability had become stronger, and his attacks were faster and more accurate.
Chi!
Two seconds later, there was the sound of wind being cut, and the cleaver was aimed at the barefoot man's neck.
The same scenario, the same result.
The world in the eyes of the monsters … was different from normal humans. For example, when Feng Bujue looked at Thriller Paradise through the data perspective, it was completely different from the normal perspective.
Translator: WQL Editor: Aleem In the eyes of the barefoot man, the corridor was a dark space. All the landforms and objects were shadows while all the light sources were hazy and cold.
The only bright color in his eyes was red … the red of blood. From his perspective, Feng Bujue was a human silhouette that radiated the color of blood, and Igor … including the clothes on Igor's body and the cleaver in his hand, they all melted into the surrounding darkness.
Therefore, when the barefoot man realized that the cleaver was coming, he was already unable to stop and evade the attack.
"Hee … Er …" The laughter stopped abruptly because of the cleaver in the neck, and the head flew forward due to inertia.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue caught the barefoot man's head and said, "Hmm … this is a familiar scene."
"How … is this possible …" The barefoot man was undoubtedly able to speak normally with only his head left.
"Okay, let's make this short." Feng Bujue looked at the barefoot man and said, "If you don't cooperate, I will place your head somewhere that will not be discovered for decades. If you cooperate, I will kill you in a moment. Do you understand?"
Hearing that, the barefoot man was stunned for a few seconds before he replied, "Er … understood."
"How did you find me?" Feng Bujue did not say "we" but "I" because he knew that the barefoot man could not see Igor, and he did not want to expose this.
"I can sense the blood flow in a living person's body …" the barefoot man replied. "If you are far away … it is blurry, but the closer you are, the clearer it becomes."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows. "Then, in the operating room, why didn't you discover me?"
"What … operating room?" The barefoot man could not see any details of the scene. He could only see light and shadows, so he did not know which room he had entered was the operating room. Other than that, it was also because of this that he was not affected by SCP-1011.
"All I know is … I felt that there was someone nearby in a certain area, but I couldn't find him even after searching for a long time …" After a few seconds, Barefoot continued, "Then … I guessed that the person might not be on 'this floor' but one of the floors above or below, so I left."
"Wait …" When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression changed. "This base … has more than one floor?"
"Yes, there are four floors. One floor above ground and three underground. We are currently on the second underground floor," the barefoot man replied.
"You've been to all four floors?" Brother Bujue asked. "Do you know how to get out?"
"No … I …" The barefoot man showed a complicated expression. "In my memory … this base has four floors, but now, I can't find the exit."
"Why do you have that kind of memory?" Feng Bujue asked again. "The five people who participated in the experiment were all war criminals, so there was no reason for them to know the structure of this base."
"War criminals?" The barefoot man was stunned. "You mean … the 'first experiment'?"
These five words were like the first torrent that broke through a dam, causing Feng Bujue's thoughts to spread like wildfire.
"I say …" After two seconds of silence, Feng Bujue asked in a low voice, "How many sleep experiments were conducted here?"
"Three," the barefoot man replied.
"Can you take me to the experiment records?" Feng Bujue asked again.
This question made the barefoot man hesitate for a moment. "No, the world in my eyes is different from the world you see. Although I remember the way, I don't know where I am at this moment. "
"Then I'll give you a fixed coordinate. Can you find the way based on your memory?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Fixed coordinate?" The barefoot man did not seem to understand what Brother Bujue meant.
"Very simple." Feng Bujue replied. "For example …" He turned to look at the side of the T-junction. "If I take you to a corner on this floor, can you tell me how many intersections we have to pass from that corner and how many doors we have to stop at to find the experiment report?"
"This …" The barefoot man understood this time, but he replied, "I can, but … why don't you find it yourself? Isn't there a sign in the corridor? "
"What … did you say?" Feng Bujue's expression changed abruptly.
The barefoot man thought that Zhang Heng did not hear him clearly, so he said, "There is a sign on the road. Can't you read it?"
The next second, Feng Bujue immediately turned his head and looked at Igor. "Is there one?"
Igor froze for a moment, then shook his head.
Then, Feng Bujue looked at the barefoot man again. "In your memory … this base, is there a sign?"
"Of course there is." The barefoot man replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "This base is built like a chessboard. The passages are all straight and intertwined vertically. If there is no sign, who can tell where they are?"
"Then … in your memory …" Feng Bujue continued to ask, "Is there a light switch on the wall of the corridor? And … is there a vent in the corridor? "
"What the hell are you talking about?" This time, the barefoot man asked, "What happened in this base?"
Judging from his tone, the answer was obvious — yes.
However, the reality was that Brother Jue did not see any of these things.
For a few seconds, Feng Bujue thought that his vision or mental state was affected, causing him to be unable to see those details. But … Igor also said that there was no such thing, which meant that it was not a problem in that regard.
"This is getting weirder and weirder …" Feng Bujue thought to himself. "Could it be that Igor is also a figment of my imagination?" He quickly rejected that hypothesis. "Impossible … He has to be real. I've had physical contact with him, and he helped me carry the blood collection bags. He carried the toolbox along the way, and he even killed two monsters. If Igor is an illusion … then everything in this scenario so far has been an illusion, hasn't it?"
With that in mind, Brother Jue had a flash of inspiration.
"Wait a minute … illusion?" He could not help but mumble softly.
…
"Lack of details.
"There are details in the NPC's memory …
"It is not a visual or mental interference.
"Illusory … illusory."
"There is a problem with this scenario itself.
"It is like a sandbox that has not been made properly …
"Sandbox …
"Not made properly?"
…
A series of information fragments flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, and in a very short amount of time, they spread out like water in a sponge, giving rise to many hypotheses and hypotheses.
Finally … at the end of the inference map, there was an area that slowly became clearer.
"Ha …" At that moment, Feng Bujue revealed a confident smile that he had not seen in a long time. "It is not that it has not been made properly … but that is the best it can do …" He raised his eyes to look into the distance, and his focus appeared to be on the back of the corridor. "What the Anomalies can do, the NPCs can do as well. Since Origin can create a sandbox, then the SCP Foundation …"
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