In the scenario, Feng Bujue did not need to go to the toilet.
The system would not create a corresponding physiological need for him, and it would not allow him to take off his pants.
However, the people from the golden foundation did not know that.
From their perspective, Brother Jue's request was quite reasonable.
First, he stayed in the parallel universe mirror image generator for four to five hours (in fact, more than half of the time was spent writing novels). Then, he came to this space, stayed for another ten minutes, and drank a cup of coffee.
Under these conditions, his request to go to the toilet did not seem suspicious.
"Sigh …" Professor Cox sighed and showed a helpless expression. "Fine … follow me."
After all, she had to wait for Feng Bujue, so she led Brother Jue to the toilet.
When they reached the door of the male toilet, the professor signaled for the guards to follow Brother Jue into the toilet.
Regarding this … Feng Bujue did not say anything. This was within his expectations.
After entering the male toilet, Brother Jue scanned his surroundings and then walked toward one of the cubicles.
"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue saw the three guards following him closely. "Do you want to come in and help me clean up?"
Hearing that, the three guards looked at each other and hesitated. In the end, they stopped at the cubicle door.
This was something that couldn't be helped. The space in the cubicle was limited. An adult sitting on the toilet would occupy 80% of the space. If there were people standing around him, there would definitely be physical contact between them … and it would be very close physical contact.
"Wait …" Two seconds later, just as Brother Jue entered the cubicle and was about to close the door, one of the guards suddenly said, "Please leave the cubicle door open."
"Why should I leave it open?" Feng Bujue asked. "So that I can throw feces at you? Even if you don't think it stinks, I think it's dirty. "
The guard ignored his trash talk and replied coldly, "We cannot allow you to leave our sight."
"Whoa ~ You pervert." Feng Bujue gave him a sidelong glance. "What do you want to see?" His accent was now inexplicably Northeastern. "Do you believe that I'll scare you out of the closet the moment I take off my pants?"
Faced with such a shameless person and vulgar words, the three guards rolled their eyes and were speechless.
"This cubicle is only so big. Do you think I can crawl into the toilet and run away?" Feng Bujue said. While the guards were distracted, he swung his hand and closed the door of the cubicle. "If you're so worried, just lie on the ground and watch my feet."
At this point, the guards couldn't say anything more …
Of course, they didn't have to "lie down" to look at Brother Jue's feet. They only had to squat down to see …
The bottom of the cubicle's door was about twelve centimeters away from the ground. As long as the people outside squatted down, not only would they be able to see Feng Bujue's shoes, they would also be able to see his ankles. Therefore, the guards did not have to worry about him using the "shoe removal trick" to make any strange movements.
In the next few minutes, the atmosphere in the toilet became very strange …
Three men squatting outside a cubicle with a suspicious attitude and monitoring another man's excretion process … This was indeed strange.
From the situation under the cubicle, Feng Bujue should already be sitting on the toilet, but … the guards didn't smell the stench for a long time, nor did they hear anything fall into the water.
It wasn't until three minutes later that there was a sudden "plop" sound from inside the cubicle. The next second, there was the sound of the toilet flushing and the sound of Brother Jue quickly turning on the air freshener nozzle.
From a logical perspective, his series of actions were quite reasonable …
Many people would have similar experiences. For example … when you were in a public toilet and heard or knew that there was someone waiting outside the cubicle, at this time, if a stench wafted out … it would be somewhat embarrassing.
However … this was the logic of a normal person in the real world.
Feng Bujue was not a normal person, and his actions were naturally not to cover up the stench.
Brother Jue's actions … were obviously to create the illusion that he was "really going to the toilet to relieve himself, and he really did relieve himself". Only in this way could he cover up what he was really doing in the cubicle.
"Phew …" After the series of actions, Feng Bujue immediately let out a long sigh and said, "Everyone, don't panic." He raised his voice and said to the guards outside the cubicle, "I still need to clean up."
At this moment, the guards outside the cubicle were too embarrassed to exchange glances because the atmosphere was as awkward as it could be … Brother Jue's words made it sound like the three of them were urging him to take a dump outside.
Just like that … after another minute, the cubicle door opened.
Feng Bujue quickly walked out, turned the corner, and went straight to the sink.
At that moment, the three guards subconsciously looked into the cubicle, but in less than two seconds, their eyes followed Brother Jue's figure and moved away.
They did not find anything unusual in the cubicle, and did not take a second look … After all, the cubicle was so narrow that they could see everything in one glance.
“OK。” Ten seconds later, Feng Bujue quickly washed his hands and walked out of the toilet. "Let's go, don't let the lady wait for too long."
Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out of the toilet, and the three guards followed closely behind.
At this point, Brother Jue's act of "going to the toilet" was over. At least, from the guards' point of view, there was nothing unusual.
However, ten seconds after the four of them left the toilet …
Creak —
The door of the cubicle that Feng Bujue had used earlier … moved when no one was touching it.
Then, a thin, stooped figure flashed out from the corner behind the door.
"Hiss hiss hiss … It worked …" After Musashi stood still, he lowered his voice and let out his signature weird laugh.
The place where he appeared was the blind spot between the door and the wall. Looking from above, it was a triangular area. The area was very small, and it was impossible for an adult to squeeze into this space.
But … Musashi Kojima could.
In terms of setting, he was a boy in the third grade of primary school, and his body was tall and thin. However … with just these two points, he couldn't hide in the corner because that place was too narrow. Otherwise, the guards wouldn't have completely ignored him.
The key point for Musashi Kojima to be able to hide in the corner was that he was a character from a ridiculous anime. Also, one of his abilities in the anime was to twist his body and turn himself into a noodle or even a piece of paper. Then, he would spin at high speed and create multiple afterimages of his face. (Although the description alone would make people think that this was some kind of combat ability, it was not)
"Um … There is not much time …" When Musashi Kojima walked out of the cubicle, he was still holding two Mark II grenades in his hands. He muttered, "I have to hurry …"
…
On the other hand, Feng Bujue, who had "finished peeing", was led by Dr. Cox to take another elevator.
This time, their destination was the "left half" of the base, the basement.
"I hope going back underground won't remind you of the terrible experience not long ago," when the elevator started to move, Dr. Cox said without turning his head.
"What? The decor of the basement … Is it the same as the simulation of the former Soviet Union's underground laboratory? "Feng Bujue asked.
Before Dr. Cox replied, the elevator had already reached the floor.
Buzz buzz buzz —
With the sound of the elevator door opening, a silver, bright corridor appeared in front of everyone.
The four sides of the corridor were made of a metal that Feng Bujue couldn't identify. At first glance, it looked like silver or stainless steel, but it revealed a sense of heaviness that was incomparable to the two.
The lighting in the corridor was light strips embedded in the walls and ceiling. This was the same equipment that Feng Bujue saw in Room 15.
"Although the appearance, details, and technology are very different, but …" Cox said as she walked out of the elevator, "The basic structure of our floor is indeed very similar to the underground laboratory. It is formed by many intersecting corridors."
As she spoke, she walked forward.
Feng Bujue, surrounded by three guards, followed the doctor's footsteps.
After walking out of the elevator, they walked seven or eight meters before they arrived at the first intersection.
At this moment, Cox suddenly stopped and turned to face the wall of the corridor. He stretched out his hand and touched it gently.
Beep beep!
One second later, two short, soft beeps were immediately heard.
Then, on the wall that the doctor touched … an area of about forty centimeters square lit up like a monitor.
This kind of device was not a rare thing in this world. In this corridor, there would be a small "screen area" on the wall that could display images. As long as the staff of the foundation touched the screen area with their finger, a complete electronic map would be displayed. The map would also indicate the current coordinates of the person who touched the screen.
"The technology tree on your side is obviously not crooked. There are quite a few things that are quite convenient." Feng Bujue looked at the doctor's action and immediately understood the principle of the device on the wall.
"How about on your side?" Cox finished looking at the map and continued walking. As she walked, she responded, "All the technology is used on 'interdimensional travel', 'life cycle', and various' weapons of war '?"
Her question was undoubtedly a test. Based on her observation of all the SCP-3232-1 (players) that had appeared so far, it was not surprising that she came to this conclusion.
"Haha … You will know in a while." Feng Bujue smiled mysteriously and replied in a low voice.
Brother Jue's reply had a double meaning. On the surface, it sounded like he was saying, "When I explain the theory behind SCP-3232 to you, you will understand." But in reality, what Brother Jue meant was, "Wait a little longer. When Musashi's Koganui causes a commotion, you will be able to see with your own eyes the various super dimensional powers that I can use."
However, just when Feng Bujue thought that his plan was almost complete, a shocking change … occurred.
[Main Mission has been changed.]
"Hmm?" At that moment, the system's voice suddenly rang in Brother Jue's ears, causing him to be shocked. "What? The main mission has been changed? "
Indeed, this did not make sense.
The system's goal was clear. It was to have Feng Bujue stop the golden foundation from investigating Thriller Paradise. With that as the premise, why would the main mission change?
"Something is not right …" Brother Jue quickly opened the game menu and looked at the changed mission content. [Your plan has been exposed.]
"What?" Feng Bujue could not believe his eyes. He repeated it twice in his mind with different tones. "What!"
At that moment, the content that appeared in Brother Jue's quest tab could no longer be called a mission. It was more like … the system was communicating with him through the quest tab.
"Fifteen seconds ago, Musashi Koganei was captured by the golden foundation."
Before Feng Bujue could recover, another system announcement entered his ears. This time, the system skipped the step of updating the task panel and directly used voice to send the message to Feng Bujue.
"How is this possible?" Even with this extremely strange change, Brother Jue maintained a high level of alertness and thought quickly. "Could it be … that the golden foundation has used some kind of method to interfere with the system? Or … this voice does not come from the system at all but is a disguise used by the golden foundation? "
His hypothesis was quite plausible, but it was quickly rejected by him. There was a possibility that the 'voice' was disguised, but the information that appeared in the player's menu … the golden foundation could not have interfered with that.
"There were nanomachines in the coffee you drank."
The next announcement was like a bolt of lightning that lit up Brother Jue's mind.
"At this moment, the visual signal received by your pupils and the auditory signal received by your eardrums have been synchronized."
"This f * cker …" Feng Bujue started to curse in his mind.
Hearing this, he understood instantly. His summoning of Musashi Koganei in the toilet, his use of the Endless Grenade Box, and the fact that he had secretly given Musashi Koganei missions … had all been exposed.
But that was not the reason he was cursing.
Feng Bujue's anger came from a sense of defeat, a feeling that he had not experienced before … the feeling of being one step behind.
Of course, this did not mean that he was inferior to his opponent in terms of strategy or acting.
The 'one step' that Brother Jue was lacking had nothing to do with 'people'. He did not lose in the game between people, but he lost in the knowledge and technology of this dimension that was several hundred years ahead of his own dimension.
He was like a strategist who had transmigrated from ancient times to modern battlefields. Even though this strategist was many times more brilliant than the staff officers of the modern era in terms of strategy and tactics, he could still be easily defeated by a bug.
"The game menu and system announcement are sensed by brainwaves and cannot be detected. Now, please follow my instructions."
Just as Feng Bujue was trying to understand the situation before him, the system of Thriller Paradise … referred to itself as' me 'and started to give him direct orders.
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