About twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue came to the corner of the base with Barefoot's head.
Igor still walked in front of him with a weapon and some tools, acting as a bodyguard and pathfinder.
"Okay, we've reached the corner. From here, how do we get to the room where the experiment report is stored?" Feng Bujue asked Barefoot after he stood still.
"I'll make it clear in advance …" Barefoot replied. "Because you said that you can't see the sign, I can't confirm which of the four corners of the base 'this corner' is. So, the destination may not be the right one."
"It's okay." Feng Bujue said, "If this is wrong, we'll just go to another corner. It'll just take more time." He paused for a moment. "But … I'll also make it clear in advance …" He cast a cold gaze at Barefoot. "It doesn't matter if we go to the wrong room, but if we're led to some strange place later, such as … a trap, or a place where your kind is, then … you'll have to pray for yourself afterward."
This sentence made Barefoot's expression change.
Indeed, Barefoot had a similar idea on the way here, and he was just about to put it into action.
However, Feng Bujue gave him a warning in advance. "I've already seen through your little trick. If you dare to use it, you'll have to think about the consequences."
"Hmph …" After a few seconds of hesitation, Barefoot had no choice but to compromise. He snorted and said, "Then I'll also make it clear in advance … The room where the experiment report is stored is very close to the room where we held the 'ceremony.' Although we've dispersed to different parts of the base after the ceremony, I can't be sure if there's anyone else nearby … "He paused for half a second." So, if you meet my kind on the way, or if you're attacked near that room, don't say that I'm deliberately leading you into a trap … "
These words showed that the monster had already made his bottom line clear.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue replied with a blank expression, "Okay, tell me … how do we get there?"
…
The corridor was straight and bright. There were basically no obstacles, so Brother Bujue and Igor walked very quickly.
After walking for about twelve minutes, they arrived at the destination that Barefoot had told them about.
"We didn't meet anything along the way …" Feng Bujue stood at the door of the room. "Maybe … this is the wrong place?"
His reasoning was not wrong because when he tried to open the door, the prompt he got was [Can't open].
So, they could only choose to set off to another corner to relocate their coordinates.
This process would have taken about half an hour … and this was on the basis that they did not encounter any monsters or other incidents along the way.
But, they were lucky. After walking straight to the other side of the base for seven or eight minutes, Barefoot suddenly said, "Wait … I found the room of the 'ritual' room."
"Oh?" Hearing that, Feng Bujue stopped moving and lowered his head to ask, "Which one?"
"It's at the fork we passed just now. Turn left." "There's a lot of blood in that ritual room. Although it's no longer flowing, I can still feel it from this distance …"
After Brother Bujue heard this, he immediately gave Igor a look. The latter understood and went into a state of alert, holding his sword.
The two retreated a few meters and turned in the direction that Barefoot said.
At this time, Igor looked focused and moved his feet quietly. It was obvious that this was not the first time he had experienced this kind of situation.
Although Igor was not a professional soldier, he did fight in wars and had quite a lot of combat experience.
…
In 1942, in the cold winter full of death and covered in ice and snow, the Soviets, Romanians, Hungarians, Germans … gathered in a place called Stalingrad. They used their blood to write a very important chapter in the history of human war.
For the Soviets, Stalingrad was a place they absolutely did not want to lose. This city not only had an irreplaceable symbolic meaning, but more importantly, it was the traffic throat of the central area of the Soviet Union to the important economic areas in the south. It was north of Moscow, south of the Persian Gulf, and south of the Soviet Union's main food, coal, and oil production areas. If they lost here, they would probably lose the whole war. Perhaps … the whole history of human beings would be rewritten because of this.
On July 28 of the same year, Stalin issued the famous Order No. 227, "Don't take a step back!"
And Igor was one of the members of the Soviet Army who received this order.
He was only nineteen years old that year. He did not want to go to the battlefield. He only wanted to be a worker, or a shoemaker like his dead father.
He hoped to live a stable life, he hoped to be in love like a normal young man, he hoped to be filial to his sick mother, and he hoped to feed his starving sister every day.
However, the war left him with no other choice.
Stalingrad in October was known as the "Furnace of Murder." Igor stayed in this furnace until the end of the war.
As a new recruit who hadn't received much military training, this could be said to be a miracle …
The next spring, Igor was forced to retire from the army because of an injury and amputation.
When he returned home, his mother and sister were already dead, and the already poor house was left with only four walls.
He was only twenty years old, but he became a crippled homeless man.
In this way, seven years passed by in a hurry. These should have been the best seven years of his life, but for him, every day felt like a year.
Until one day, some people in military uniforms came to tell him that he was 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 did not expect was that he was not there to receive any treatment, but to be an experimental subject.
…
"Don't be so careful." Barefoot's sudden words broke the brief silence. "There won't be an ambush in the room."
"How do you know?" Feng Bujue looked at him. "You shouldn't be able to perceive each other's location, right?"
If those monsters could perceive each other, they would not have to worry about being beheaded and left somewhere undiscovered. So, this inference must be correct.
"Because we won't stay in one place and not move," Barefoot responded. "Calm, waiting … these make us crazy."
"Well, it's a valid reason," Feng Bujue said and winked at Igor again.
Igor, who was already standing in front of the door, reached out and pushed the metal door panel.
Squeak —
The sound of the metal shaft turning made people's hair stand on end.
Behind the opened door, the smell of blood wafted out ….
"Hmm —" Igor's sense of smell had also become very sensitive, so standing there made him feel quite uncomfortable.
At this time, Feng Bujue stepped forward and took the lead in entering the room before Igor. "Here … let me do it."
He was so confident because he had already confirmed that there were no monsters in the room when he stood behind Igor.
The room wasn't very big, covering an area of about 30 square meters. The lights in the room were switched on, so the room was clear at a glance. Opposite the door, there was a cement table that couldn't be moved. The table was just big enough for a person to lie down on.
At this moment, the cement table looked like a chopping board that had been used many times but had never been cleaned. Layers of blood stains of varying depths covered its surface. It was also mixed with flesh, viscera fragments, hair, broken bones, and many other indistinguishable things.
After standing in the room and looking around, Feng Bujue picked up Barefoot's head and looked directly at him. "Explain the principle of the ritual."
"We can cut people open without letting them shed a drop of blood," Barefoot answered with a lot of information. Brother Barefoot's answer contained a lot of information. "It can also make people bleed out without any wounds." As he spoke, he glanced at the surface of the cement table. "Under the blood stains, there's a ritual circle. It was drawn by the Whisperer. Only he knows how to use 'power.'"
"Whisperer?" Feng Bujue asked in a probing tone, motioning for a more detailed explanation.
"I don't know what he is. All I have in my mind is the name 'Whisperer,' just like how I know how to walk," Barefoot answered. Barefoot continued, "He looks no different from us, but … he seems to know more than we do."
"Can the ritual only be carried out when the Whisperer is present?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"No, as long as the circle is drawn, anyone can complete it." Barefoot had just said the word "complete" when he felt that something was wrong. "Hey! Hey! What are you doing? "
Feng Bujue ignored him. He just took two steps forward and used Barefoot's face to wipe the ritual table as if nothing had happened.
A few seconds later, he used a series of rough movements to wipe away a large part of the blood stains, revealing the circle.
"Oh … King Solomon's spell system." Feng Bujue stared at the circle for a few seconds and muttered to himself.
"Bastard! What are you doing! "The next second, Barefoot, whose face was smeared with filth, shouted angrily.
Feng Bujue ignored his complaints and silently engraved the circle in his mind. Then, he said in a calm tone, "Okay, bring us to the room where the experiment report is … Since you know that it's not far from here, it shouldn't be a problem to locate it from here, right?"
"Damn it …" Barefoot was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He had already fallen into the hands of others. Moreover, on the way here, Feng Bujue had already told him how he dealt with the monster from before. Barefoot did not want to end up like him, or even worse.
Therefore, he could only continue to swallow his anger and obediently point the way for Brother Bujue and the others.
…
After coming out of the "ritual room," they turned right, passed through two crossroads, and turned left. The first room was the "archive room."
The door here was also locked. When Feng Bujue tried to pick the lock, he received a special system prompt: [This lock is rusty. Even with the key, it can't be opened. Brute force seems to be a better choice.]
"Hmm … The prompt is quite clear." When the voice sounded in his ear, Feng Bujue calculated in his heart. "But, without Igor's help, how can a player open it alone?"
Even though he had a set of ready-made solutions, he would still think about such problems. That way, he would be able to gather more information.
About five seconds later, Feng Bujue came up with three possible ways to open the door.
One, lure a monster, use the monster's movement, and borrow the monster's strength to open the door.
The possibility of this hypothesis was the lowest because it was too difficult to implement. Of course, it was not completely impossible because the monster's vision was very limited. They usually had to walk very close to the door before they could find it. Furthermore … if the player ran at full speed, their speed would not be much slower than the monster's. Originally, the scenario was designed to allow the player to escape by using the maze-like terrain and the monster's vision. Therefore, Brother Bujue still considered this as one of the possibilities.
Two, borrow the power of an NPC to open the door.
This' NPC 'naturally did not refer to a hidden reward like Igor but a character that had a certain connection to the main plot. Perhaps there was someone among the monsters that could be negotiated with, like the 'Whisperer' or one of the victims who had been transformed by the ritual. However, Brother Bujue could not verify that for now.
Three, and the possibility with the highest probability, was for the player to kick the door open.
Feng Bujue gave this possibility a try.
Without saying a word, he used a roundhouse kick to kick the door lock. (When kicking a door, side kicks and roundhouse kicks are more efficient than kicking the door from the front. Most movies and TV shows use a roundhouse kick to kick the door from the front, which is not scientific.) But … the door didn't budge.
At that moment, Feng Bujue came to another conclusion. Assuming that of the three options, the probability of the first one was too low to be feasible, and the probability of the second one did not exist, and considering only the third option … as long as one of the prerequisites was met, the plan could be realized.
And that 'prerequisites' were for the player to inject himself with VNO-9 and successfully mutate.
"Igor." After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue said, "Here … I'll have to trouble you."
Brother Jue still had no intention of implementing the conclusion generated by multiple hypotheses, but … after thinking about it, he had more confidence that "VNO-9 could be successfully used on the player." Simply put … because there was more information available, the theoretical probability of this had increased.
"Okay, no problem." Igor did not know what Brother Jue was thinking. He merely nodded and then took three steps forward and kicked the door from the side.
Bang!
Igor's first kick was just a test to see how it felt, so he did not use his full strength.
However, even he didn't expect that this kick would directly kick open the heavy metal door. Even a piece of the wall beside the door lock was broken.
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