"On the eighth day, other than Professor Andre, the other four subjects started to bleed profusely. We had no choice but to send them to the infirmary for resuscitation."
"On the ninth day, Professor Andre, who was left in the cell, started to use his own excrement to draw some strange symbols and words that we could not recognize on the wall. He wrote a lot. When I filed this record today, he had almost covered the entire wall with his excrement."
The record ended there. There was nothing about the tenth day.
Obviously, at that moment, Feng Bujue was experiencing the 'tenth day' …
…
One hour later.
"As I expected, there is no exit here …" Feng Bujue came to another corner of the map. As expected, he ran into a dead end.
"Brother Feng, what should we do now?" Igor had a worried look on his face. "We've gone through all four sides and corners of this floor, but there's no exit."
Just as Igor said, they had already walked a full circle around the edge of this floor.
Along the way, the two ran into three mutants from the sleep experiment.
Speaking of which, the three of them were quite pitiful. When they ran into Brother Jue, they thought they had run into their 'own kind', so they were not on guard. In the end, they were killed by someone. They died with a grievance.
"There has to be an exit." After giving it some thought, Feng Bujue said, "But … 'someone' has purposely hidden it."
The 'someone' that he was referring to was naturally the people from the golden foundation.
When they ran into the first nameless mutant, Feng Bujue noticed that … the monster's' memory 'had been corrected. He could still remember all kinds of information, but he could not remember where the exit was.
Later, the same thing happened to Brother Barefoot. He could use his own coordinates to deduce the location of the archive room, but he could not remember where the exit was.
This kind of collective 'specific memory loss' was obviously caused by some kind of interference from the higher dimension.
Brother Jue initially suspected that this was the doing of the 'system', but after giving it some thought, he did not think so.
Yes, the system of Thriller Paradise would do something like this, but the method of the system was usually clever and hidden. It would not give off such an obvious feeling of abruptness.
Later, when Feng Bujue connected it to the sandbox theory, he understood … the people who made the 'interference' and the people who created this simple sandbox … were the same group of people.
If one had to make an analogy … the system was like a good writer. He could quietly push forward the plot while fixing the small bugs that he accidentally left behind.
The golden foundation … was like a bad reality show director. They would purposely show what they wanted to do, and make the audience feel fake and helpless.
"You mean …" After hearing what Brother Jue said, Igor asked, he thought for a full ten seconds before asking, "the exit, the exit is disguised, so that we can't see it?"
"Ha … a bunch of people who can't even deal with the details of the environment, to have them disguise the exit … that is a bit too much." Feng Bujue laughed. "I believe the actual situation is …" As he spoke, he turned to look down the corridor. "The exit here is not on the four sides but somewhere in the middle of this floor."
"This …" Igor thought about it and then slapped his forehead. "You're right! This place is underground, and the exit is facing upward. In other words … the ceiling is the 'edge'. "
"I believe …" Feng Bujue picked up where Igor left off. "The exit here is most likely something like an elevator …" He shrugged. "The reason we can't find the exit is actually very simple. It's because the signs in the environment have all disappeared. If those signs were still there, we would have been able to reach the exit easily. " He paused. "Of course, if the memories of Nigulai and the rest were not blocked by 'those people', we would have been able to leave easily as well."
Just as Brother Jue said that, suddenly …
Buzz buzz buzz!
There was a burst of buzzing sounds.
Waves of formless energy surged in from all directions, crisscrossing and shuttling back and forth.
"Oh? What are they going to do? "Feng Bujue stared with his dead fish eyes and muttered," Could it be that they want to … "
Whoosh!
In an instant, the wind from the punch interrupted Brother Jue's train of thought.
The person who launched the sudden attack … was none other than Igor!
"Hmph …" Feng Bujue snorted coldly and raised his arm to block the heavy punch that was aimed at his face.
However, although he protected his head, the bones of his forearm still broke under the heavy pressure.
"You're not going to hide anymore, are you?" Feng Bujue's words were not directed at Igor, but at the "people who were watching."
On the other hand, Igor took advantage of the situation to pursue and attack.
At this moment, the burly Soviet man was like a different person from before. He was originally honest and simple, but in the blink of an eye, he had become a cold-faced and ruthless fighting machine.
"Ah … never mind." Feng Bujue fought and retreated, his tone as relaxed as before. "No matter how you deal with it, it's all the same to me."
Buzz buzz buzz!
The buzzing sound became more and more rapid, and all the scenery was distorted, making people dizzy.
Igor, like the surrounding scenery, became like a reflection in the water. His speed was also affected as a result... he became slower and slower.
"Obviously, your skills are not up to standard, but you still want to 'interfere too much,' and this is the result." Feng Bujue looked at the distorted things around him and commented calmly.
After six or seven seconds, Brother Jue's arm had completed its self-healing. Then, he used his speed advantage to get away from Igor. At the same time, he shouted to the empty space in the corridor, "Do you think you can stay out of this and play with me like an experimental specimen?" He smiled, "Haha … let's wait and see."
...
Even though the space was distorted quite severely, it could not stop Feng Bujue's actions.
Five minutes later, Brother Jue went all the way back to the door of the archives room.
Then...
"In a sense, this script is quite interesting..." Feng Bujue had his back to the door of the archives room. He sorted out his memory a little and then said, "Instead of saying that the system gave me a difficult problem, it's better to say that it's a three-way game between me, the system, and the foundation..."
As he spoke, he took out the stack of documents from his arms.
"The system wants me to crack this sandbox and go out to find trouble with the foundation, but it has to try its best to ensure that the inherent difficulty and principles of the nightmare script are not broken. The foundation wants to observe me and interfere with me, but it has to prevent me from noticing their existence." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "However, just noticing the existence of the foundation can't be considered as' cracking the worldview. 'At this stage, the system should be limiting me — I have to' get out 'of here to complete the' cracking '."
While thinking, Feng Bujue quickly reorganized the documents in his hand into the state when he first took them out, and the order was exactly the same.
"Now, the foundation has used this' emergency measure 'to show that they have given up on observing me, and their goal has changed to' stopping me from getting out. '" Feng Bujue's train of thought had been straightened out, and it was getting clearer. "This change has given me a piece of information … and that is, from the perspective of the people at the golden foundation, the 'thing that can help me get out' has already fallen into my hands."
At that moment, Feng Bujue flipped through the documents again. From beginning to end, he used extremely fast speed to scan through all the content.
"It can be seen that... I have misunderstood the meaning of these documents from the beginning..." This time, after Brother Jue flipped through the documents, he smiled. "Those documents that look very funny and those documents that I thought were useful and related to the sleep experiment... are essentially the same thing. Because my thinking is still limited to the so-called 'main story' and 'plot,' I subconsciously categorized these documents. " He shook his head. "But in fact... I only need to use the purest puzzle solving method to treat these six documents as the same set of fragments that record information."
With that in mind, more than ten different pieces of information flashed before Brother Jue's eyes. Each piece of information … was like a long and thin spider web, and in the end … they joined together to form a large and well-organized web.
"Meileyaowa... Russian... Turn left..."
"The first 'five' days... No abnormalities... Keep moving forward... Five intersections..."
"The 'sixth' day... The situation took a 'sharp turn'... Turn... Where should I turn?"
Feng Bujue thought as he walked. When he reached this point, he stopped and looked to the left and right.
"In the next few days … the prisoners will sit 'back to back' …" He repeated this sentence and noticed that there were two doors facing each other on the right, but there were none on the left. "Hmm … So that's how it is …"
After confirming the direction, Brother Jue continued to move forward.
"The 'ninth' day... 'four' prisoners... 'two' of them... Until the 'fourteenth' day..."
The next set of information was slightly more difficult. He had to go to three different intersections to find the keywords in the 'fourth' and 'second', which were the number and arrangement of the doors. Then, he had to walk in the correct direction for a distance of fourteen intersections.
After deciphering all the hints in the first two documents, Feng Bujue came to the door of a room.
He tried the metal door of the room, and the voice message he received was "Old metal door. The lock is rusty, but it seems that it can be opened with brute force."
With this sentence, Brother Jue was relieved.
Now, he didn't need help from others. He could kick the door open with a casual kick.
Thus, Brother Jue entered the room without any problems and found a key in the room.
The appearance of this item was the verification of his previous series of deductions.
After Feng Bujue put the key in his pocket, he entered the next stage of the deduction.
"Beginning the second experiment … Beginning the second part of the journey …
"The experimental specimens and methods used in this experiment will be adjusted so that we can obtain more diverse data … In other words, for this part, a new 'rule' will be adopted. It will be more complicated than the first part."
From the perspective of puzzle-solving, every sentence in the experiment report could be interpreted as meaningful information.
"Fifteen death row prisoners ranging from thirty to sixty years old … Fifteen … Thirty to sixty years old … Hmm … Odd and even numbers?"
"Group one, five … Same as the first time … Group two, three, three, four, two each … Five, six, and seven, one each …"
The puzzle this time was more complicated than the first part. Feng Bujue thought for a while. Although he had some hypotheses, he couldn't solve them.
But … he quickly realized that since the first part of the puzzle was made up of two documents, then the second part might need to be read by combining the two documents. Therefore, in addition to the large number of numbers and concepts provided by the second sleep experiment, Feng Bujue also took the 'Resurrection Plate Plan' into consideration.
"Changing from water to land … Change in use … Change in operation … Change in … concept?"
"Novgorod … Round … Change in concept … Put into use again …"
"Oh …" Brother Jue thought for a while. "So it's like this …"
When he turned the map in his mind into a planar view from above, he immediately had a breakthrough.
The second part of the puzzle was indeed difficult … To be specific, it was to treat the rectangular base as a part of a circle from top to bottom. To describe it more vividly … It was like a waffle.
Feng Bujue, who had walked around the base, naturally remembered that the number of horizontal and vertical corridors in the base was odd and even, respectively.
The first group, five, was the same as the first experiment … It meant that the first step was to walk in the same direction as the first step of the first part of the puzzle.
Next … he didn't look at the second group, but continued to look at the situation of the first group …
"On the eighth day, there was a brawl in the first group. One person died, and the other four were injured to varying degrees." This was the next information about the first group.
From this point onwards, the rules had changed. The 'sky' no longer referred to a section, but to a door. And 'brawl', 'death', 'injury' … these words were reflected in the system voice that could be triggered by every closed door.
So on and so forth. According to this set of prompts, the corridors were treated as part of a circle, and the players moved clockwise.
Sometimes, there would be a situation of 'walking diagonally'. Because the players couldn't go through walls, walking diagonally was a three-step process consisting of walking straight, turning, and walking straight again. But it was still considered a part of the setting.
To make a long story short … When the second part of the journey was completed, Feng Bujue arrived at the door of a [Key Required to Unlock] room.
It took him a lot of time to get here. Even for Brother Jue, it was quite strenuous to compare the planar view of the entire base in his mind, and at the same time, take care of the encryption conversion, reasoning, and so on …
"Phew …" After listening to the prompts, Brother Jue took a deep breath, took out the key from his pocket, and reached for the door lock …
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