Feng Bujue was not worried about being killed in one shot. With four Contra medals, the first four deaths were just a waste of energy. Currently, other than disconnection or forced exit, there were only two possibilities for failure in this Nightmare Mode solo survival scenario. One, he would be killed for the fifth time after using up all the medals. Two, as the boss said on the broadcast earlier, "Once the poison takes effect, you will be judged as having failed the scenario." In other words, when the ninety-second minute was up, he would have failed the scenario.
In any case, no matter what was waiting for Feng Bujue in the first corridor, the worst that could happen was that he would die once. There was no factor that could directly cause him to fail the scenario. Of course, if there was, it would be an unknown failure flag. However, the possibility of this happening was minuscule and illogical. It was like playing Super Mario, and the game description stated that if you fell into a pit or ran out of time, you would die. However, the moment you stepped out of the door, the first question mark appeared, and that question mark actually exploded … Obviously, this had become a different kind of game …
Feng Bujue raised both of his hands and took steady steps forward. He turned his body to face the corridor and stood at the door of the first door. After he shouted, there was no response. He was mentally prepared for a bullet to come at him, but to his surprise, there was no one in the corridor in front of him.
There was no shooter, no weapon, and the corridor was empty.
Perhaps the person who fired the gun was shooting from a very far distance, out of sight? And the gunshot traveled all the way here? Feng Bujue thought to himself.
If that was the case, the other party definitely wouldn't be using a one-shot-kill pistol because this gun couldn't be effective against targets beyond the user's line of sight. Otherwise, if the person holding the gun casually fired at the sky or an empty corridor, who knew how many people would be shot while lying on the ground.
As for what kind of weapon the shooter used … based on the distance, a sniper rifle was the biggest suspect. However, if a person's neck was really hit by a sniper bullet with a caliber of more than 12 millimeters, it definitely wouldn't have the effect of piercing through the neck and causing blood to splatter everywhere. Instead, the entire head should have fallen off.
But how could a normal gun reach this kind of range and accuracy? Could it be that the other party had installed a long-range scope on the One-Shot Kill pistol? Or did the sniper have a super long-range observation skill similar to [Eagle Eye]?
Another question was, if the enemy was really shooting from a very long distance, then he definitely didn't hear Feng Bujue's shout just now. Then … what was he doing right now? Was he still in the same place and saw Feng Bujue coming to the door? Or did he put down his gun and start moving after killing people? If he did move, then was he coming here now, or was he heading to the other side of the corridor?
"If the other party can see me, and he is me, then he should be able to notice that I am not the same Feng Bujue as the one just now. And if the opponent couldn't tell, it's very likely that he would mistakenly think that the first shot didn't work, then he should have fired a second shot, but he didn't … Could it be that his skill or weapon is on cooldown? "Feng Bujue pondered." No … that's not it. "
He put down his hand and walked through the first door slowly. As he moved forward, he carefully observed the floor, walls, and ceiling of the corridor in front of him, trying to find some clues.
Feng Bujue overturned the hypothesis of long-range shooting. Although that hypothesis could explain why he only heard the footsteps of a person running away and why there was no sound in the corridor after the gunshot, there was obviously another explanation for the empty corridor. It was a simpler and more reasonable explanation at this stage.
"It's all just an illusion …" Feng Bujue said. "The 'me' just now and the gunshot were just the information I got from my vision and hearing. Now there is no body, no shell, and even the blood on the ground disappeared into white light …" He turned back and looked at the fan-shaped space again. "The words' all wrong 'and' don't … 'are hinting that this path is wrong and that I should stop moving forward?" He touched his chin and said, "Then if I think about it the other way around, I should ignore this effect and walk down this path, right?"
He really couldn't find any abnormalities around him. This corridor was the same as the one he had walked through earlier. There were no distinctive features. Every section was the same, and there were no footprints on the floor. He quickly walked back to the fan-shaped area and stopped for about ten seconds. There was no sign of a flag being triggered.
Looking at the four doors and four paths in front of him, Feng Bujue muttered, "The usual way of thinking is that each of the four paths leads to the location of a bottle of potion, but what if it's another situation … What if only one path is correct and can lead to the location of the four bottles of potion, and the other three are all dead ends …"
He scratched his head. "Or … there are two paths that lead to the potion? The other two are dead ends, or there are three paths that are correct and only one of them is a dead end. " He moved his gaze back to the first door. "The thing that I saw earlier, was it a hint or a distraction? Have I overthought the concept of overlapping time and space, or …"
"Ha …" Feng Bujue raised his head to look at the ceiling. "In a scenario with such a monotonous setting and so few hints, what exactly do you expect me to do?"
Even though Brother Jue's thought process and action had taken up more than one thousand words since the beginning of the chapter, in reality, he had only spent two minutes on it. To simplify it, it was, 'Flash to the door, fill in the blanks, walk forward, fill in the blanks, return to the fan-shaped space, and fill in the blanks again.'
From the moment the plot introduction ended and Feng Bujue gained the ability to move, it had been seventeen minutes, and from the time he heard the keyword 'ninety-two minutes' from the broadcast, it had been sixteen minutes. The difference between the two was not that big. No matter which standard was used, this one minute was basically negligible.
For the time being, if he could divide the time needed to find the four bottles of potion equally, then the ninety-two minutes would be split into four segments of twenty-three minutes. In other words, every twenty-three minutes, Feng Bujue would have to find a bottle of potion to ensure that he could synthesize the antidote before the poison took effect.
He hadn't even seen the shadow of the first bottle of potion, so it was not a good idea to waste time there. Therefore, he turned … and walked down the third corridor.
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