Sometimes, we see the hosts play a trick on some guessing variety shows. For example, there were three panels, and the host would tell the contestant that behind one of the panels was a brand new car while the other two had nothing behind them. Then, the host would have the contestant choose one to open.
The contestant chose the first panel, and then the host, who knew which panel had a car behind it, came to the third panel. He opened it, but there was nothing behind it. Then, the host walked toward the contestant and said, "Do you still want to choose the first panel? Do you want to change your choice? "
Most people would not change their choice because of fear or paranoia. They would think that the host was using reverse psychology to make them fall into a trap. But in fact, no matter where the car was, if one ignored emotional factors and used statistics as a basis to make a choice based on the changes in the number of variants, one should choose the second baffle.
Feng Bujue did not enter the first door because he had given it much thought. Be it whether he had seen himself after the overlapping of time and space or if it was just an illusion, it did not matter whether it was some kind of interference or a hint. If he chose to enter the other corridors, the chance of finding the potion would not decrease, but the chance of encountering danger or making the wrong choice would be lower than if he had entered the first door.
Exploring the other corridors could be used as evidence for what had happened in the first corridor. After he collected more information about the scenario, perhaps he would be able to explain what he had seen earlier more accurately.
Tap, tap, tap … The sound of footsteps echoed with high frequency.
After Feng Bujue entered the third door, he started to run down the corridor. He ran so fast that his body was like a purple leopard as he raced down the corridor. He knew that he could not waste any more time in this kind of monotonous corridor.
The first twenty-three minutes were almost over, and he still had not found a single potion. Even after he found the potion, he would probably need to spend more time to solve several Saw Door games. That kind of game could be described as refreshing and strengthening. If he played it in real life, other than causing permanent disability and psychological trauma, there was a high chance of death. But in Thriller Paradise, for example, if he did not play this scenario well, he would lose a lot of Life Points or time, or he would lose the Contra Medal.
The fact that Jazz Shoes had not been dropped in the previous scenario was a blessing in disguise for Feng Bujue. It could increase his running speed and reduce the exhaustion of his Stamina Points, and it would help him gain a lot of time.
"Eh?" As Feng Bujue ran, he saw a door on the side of the corridor in front of him. It was a wooden door that looked quite old.
They were in the middle of the corridor, and they didn't know how long the road ahead was. However, the fact that there were rooms in the corridor was a little surprising. Originally, they thought that these monotonous corridors were just passageways to waste players' time and connected to different locations of flags. Unexpectedly, there were actually some settings along the way.
Without hesitation, Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door and reached for the door handle. He had to go in. What if there was a potion inside? No one said that the potion had to be at the end of the corridor. Furthermore, whether the corridor had an end or whether there was a potion at the end of the corridor was a question mark. It was similar to what would appear behind the door; it was a mystery.
The door was opened, and it was very quiet. There was no creaking sound that Feng Bujue had imagined. The room was very dark, and the light from the corridor was swallowed by the darkness at the door. Feng Bujue did not hurry to enter. He took out the flashlight and shone it into the room to get a better look at the situation inside.
It was an empty room. There was no furniture, and there were empty cardboard boxes and baskets in the corner. There was a window in the room, but it was tightly sealed by a layer of iron plate. There were no other doors in the room, and there was no carpet on the floor. The floor was different from the corridor outside. It was very old and uneven. There were mottled marks that looked like they were caused by moths.
It was hard to tell what kind of clues or items were hidden in this room, but one thing was for sure: there was no one inside, and there was no place for anyone to hide.
Feng Bujue observed for about ten seconds before he stepped into the room.
When his feet stepped through the door and he was in the small room, a strong chill gripped him. It was as if he was wearing a thin shirt in the winter and standing in a world of ice and snow. The cold was so real that it was not caused by psychological factors.
Hmm … What kind of air conditioner is this? It's still room temperature when I'm standing one step away from the door … Feng Bujue was not afraid anyway, so he still talked to himself casually.
He raised the flashlight and was about to look around the room for blind spots that could not be seen from outside when the door behind him moved on its own. Just like when it opened, it quietly closed …
It's closing again? Feng Bujue appeared to be impatient with this kind of situation. He turned to pull on the doorknob and turned it with all his might, trying to open the door.
In the end … he failed.
After the door was closed, Feng Bujue was no different from being trapped, and the chill in the room intensified. Feng Bujue could not resist the door, and he was gasping for air. The flashlight shone on him and showed the white puffs that came out of his mouth.
Fine, fine … This is a time-wasting trap. I have to solve the puzzle to get out, right? Feng Bujue shook his head. He turned around quickly and started to search the room.
He looked at the four corners. They were all normal; there was nothing there. Then he walked toward the few old cardboard boxes and empty baskets. At that moment, Feng Bujue suddenly felt something …
He realized that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from above.
Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, and at the same time, he moved the flashlight upward. Then he saw … in the middle of the ceiling, there was a shadow formed from air floating. Its shape was blurry, and it looked like the shadow of a person. Its body was stuck close to the ceiling like it could block or swallow the light. When the flashlight shone on it, the circle of light around its body was separated.
Feng Bujue stared at the thing calmly, and it stared back at Feng Bujue. This strange atmosphere did not last long before the shadow slowly faded and disappeared …
Who would have thought that about three seconds after it completely disappeared, suddenly, two faint blue beams of light shot from above, precisely where the shadow's eyes were located.
Any normal person standing there would be shocked, but Feng Bujue just stood there without moving. His hands did not even tremble. He said weakly, "You are quite lively … You are quite lively …"
At that moment, the shadow jumped down from above. Feng Bujue quickly took a step back and easily evaded it. He took out the One-Hit Kill Pistol and pointed it at the shadow. "What do you want?"
The shadow slowly turned from a state of nothingness to a clear and real form. It turned into a black humanoid shape. It looked like the group of murderers that fell under Detective Conan's hands, but its eyes were blue, and there were strange wrinkles on its body. Vaguely, a blood-like liquid could be seen flowing through the wrinkles. It was as if the man's blood vessels grew out of his body and were transparent.
"Do you know how to tell a ghost story?" The shadow spoke. It sounded like a middle-aged man.
"You … Hahahahaha …" Feng Bujue did not know what was wrong with him, but he suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny. This sentence hit him where it hurt. After about ten seconds, he managed to control his emotions and said, "I'm warning you, I'm in a hurry."
"Tell me a ghost story," the shadow said again.
Feng Bujue put down the gun. He was not worried that the One-Hit Kill Pistol would not be able to kill this guy, but he was worried that if he killed this guy, he would be trapped in this room. "If I tell you … What's in it for me?" he asked.
Although it seemed like a simple question, Feng Bujue had actually thought it through carefully. He did not ask "Will you let me out if I tell you the story?" but "What's in it for me?" This way, the shadow's answer would be more likely. If the flag of this room was to tell a story before opening the door, then it would be the same no matter how he asked. But if there were other benefits other than getting out after telling a ghost story, then Feng Bujue's question would give him all the rewards in advance.
"If you can scare me, then I'll let you out," the shadow replied.
"Then I'll shoot you and get out. Wouldn't that save me a lot of trouble?" Feng Bujue did not raise his gun. He was only testing the shadow with his words.
"Hmm …" The shadow was actually considering it. "Alright, if your story scares me, not only will I let you out, I'll also send you directly to the 'prison' at the end of this corridor. You were running towards that direction earlier, right? That's a very long way to go. "
With that, Feng Bujue understood everything. If he killed the shadow with a gun, he would be able to get out, but he would not be able to get back the time he had wasted here. But if he told a story … Even though it would take him a few more minutes, he would be able to reach the end of the corridor directly. Who knew how long the second half of the corridor would be? Who knew how long the second half of the corridor was …
"Okay, then I'll tell you one." Feng Bujue seemed to be very familiar with this. He used the flashlight to illuminate his face from bottom to top. Then he used a dark tone and a low voice to say, "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver …"
At this point, I think everyone should understand why Feng Bujue was forbidden from interacting with children …
"… He often worked until late at night. One day, when he was passing by an unfamiliar road, he saw a woman in white waving at him …" Feng Bujue chose a story that was not too long. Even though with his storytelling skills, he could tell a story that would take him at least an hour or even a short horror novel, but at this moment, he naturally wanted to keep the story as short as possible. "The driver did not think much of it. He stopped the car.
The woman opened the backseat door and got into the car. She appeared to be very light. When she got into the car, the driver did not feel any movement of the car. The driver asked her, 'Where are you going?' as he moved his gaze to the rear-view mirror … "
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