"You love your job, a job that requires a strong sense of duty and dedication. You've used your camera to record many gory realities and urge people to pick up their conscience. But do you care about that? Are you a hypocrite hiding behind a mask of falsehood or a real fighter?
At this moment, some kind of poison is spreading inside your body, eating away at your life. When you wake up, the increase in your metabolism will speed up this process. You have forty minutes to find the only exit in this place. Let's see if the man who has been hiding behind the camera can use his conscience to return to his family.
Life or death, make your choice. "
When Feng Bujue was halfway through, he had already stood up to observe his surroundings. He was still wearing the default black t-shirt and pants. Based on the trick he had seen in movies, he purposely checked his pockets, but they were still empty. The items inside his inventory had not changed, only the plastic syringe.
"F * ck your choice!" Feng Bujue cursed after he finished listening to the recording. After all, he was in Solo Mode, and the system did not stop him from cursing. Then, he studied the Walkman's attributes from the menu.
Item Name: Walkman with Built-In Cassette Tape
Item Type: Plot Item
[Rarity: Broken]
Function: Play the recording from the cassette
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: You'd better believe the content of the cassette tape.
This was probably another plot item that could only be used once. Even though Feng Bujue had memorized every single word in the recording, for the sake of caution, he listened to it again. He did not mind the extra one or two minutes.
After listening to it for the second time, he placed the Walkman inside his inventory. Considering the fact that there might be more than one cassette tape in this scenario, it was safer to bring it with him.
The space before him was spacious. The ceiling was about twelve meters or more above the ground. Near the ceiling, there were some large ventilation fans. He could see the sun shining in from outside, but there was nothing to climb. The ceiling of the warehouse was arched, and when he lifted his head, he could see many supports that were horizontal to the ground. There were lights on the supports, and they were all on. The wall was very sturdy. The surface was a layer of metal, or perhaps it was a brick wall. But no matter what it was, Feng Bujue obviously couldn't break it open and escape.
The system would not create a scenario that would end in two to three minutes. If Feng Bujue had two Explosive Fist that had not been used and his Fighting mastery had reached F, then the system would have changed the format of the scenario or made the walls of the storage room twice as thick as they were now. This was because, in theory, Feng Bujue could have used a skill to escape. Although the success rate of each punch was only 20%, and he wasn't sure how thick the wall was before the first punch, it was still theoretically possible.
When the system generated the scenario, it would eliminate that possibility. For example, Wang Tanzhi would not run into such a scenario. In conclusion, as long as the scenario relied on the character's initial state to clear the scenario, no matter how small the chance was, the system would not generate such a scenario.
Feng Bujue walked forward. There were many containers in the middle of the storage room. The tallest one was stacked up to three layers high, but there was still quite a distance from the roof. The containers were placed end to end, and they were arranged closely together. They formed the only path before Feng Bujue.
"Hmm … This is a bad feeling." Feng Bujue naturally did not mean that he was afraid. He just did not have high hopes for the reward that he would get from this scenario. He believed that even for a normal person, this kind of scenario that was taken from Saw would not cause too much of a fluctuation in their Terror Points.
In a killing game like Saw, the key to creating terror was' time '. In these games, the threat was visible, and the fear would increase with the approach of death. There was no sudden situation that would cause the player's Terror Points to skyrocket. Furthermore, in the movies, the players' escape method was often 'self-mutilation'. The combination of physical pain and the lack of time would cause the player to fail. However, for the players in Thriller Paradise, the most they would suffer was the pain of a hammer hitting their finger. Even if that level of pain was applied to every bone in their body at the same time, they could grit their teeth and endure it.
Furthermore … those who had watched the series would know that the purpose of Saw was not to kill but to 'save'. He used pain to save those who did not cherish life, to make them reevaluate life and appreciate the value of life. As long as they followed the 'rules of the game' and dared to harm themselves, there would be a way to survive.
Considering these factors, Feng Bujue confirmed that eighty percent of the difficulty of this scenario was focused on 'puzzle solving'.
The system would not create a scenario where the player would definitely lose, or at least, that was not possible in the various modes of Normal difficulty. The difficulty of all the scenarios was set by the system based on the player's character ability. Only in Multiplayer Mode would the difficulty be increased.
Facing Feng Bujue, whose character ability was about the same as when he was level one other than his Stamina Points, the system could only give him such a scenario. With his current condition, it was impossible for him to fight. If the scenario spawned a monster or boss that suited a level four player, then he would not be able to defeat it alone. Therefore, the way to clear the scenario became clear. Either you solve the puzzle or, like the players in the movies, use your Life Points to tank the boss and die if you could not hold on any longer.
It did not take long for Feng Bujue to follow the path of the containers and come to the side of a wall. There was an arrow painted on the wall, pointing at a door that was blocked by the containers. There was a very narrow gap before the door, and it was just wide enough for one to squeeze through.
Feng Bujue looked at the Life Points and Stamina Points in the menu. They were almost full. His Life Points would probably decrease as the 'poison' acted up, but he did not have to worry about his Stamina Points.
He calmed himself down and adjusted his breathing. He knew very well that the moment he opened the door, he would start a game of "jigsaw". From this moment on, he had to focus his mind.
He took several steps to the side, pushed the door open, and walked into a new room. When he pushed the door open, he heard a "click" sound. It was obvious that something behind the door frame had been triggered. A few seconds later, the new room lit up. After Feng Bujue stepped into the room, the door closed on its own. It was unclear whether this was part of the mechanism or a modification by the system.
There was a very small wooden chair in the middle of the room, and a doll in a black suit was sitting on it. It was holding a newspaper in its hand. The doll was shaped like a child. It had a strange hairstyle, a white face, a black sclera, and blood-red pupils. There was a spiral blush on both cheekbones, and its lips were wide and thin, bright red.
This face suddenly appeared in front of people in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was quite scary, but at that moment, unless the doll jumped up to bite people, no one would be afraid.
"Hello, Arthur. Since you're here, it means that you didn't choose to wait for your death. Then, listen to the rules." The voice recording in the doll's stomach played automatically after the door opened. "You should have seen a working machine..."
Feng Bujue's gaze moved to a machine that was about the size of a washing machine not far away. On top of the machine, there was a circular opening that was the size of a plate. It was big enough for a person's head to poke in. From the hole, there was the sound of some parts operating. Feng Bujue took a few steps closer to observe. He could see about half a meter away from the circular opening, there were two rows of gears. They were tightly fitted in the middle, leaving only a small gap. The two rows of gears were turning inward from both sides, like two converging waterfalls. Even though it didn't look fast, the torque was very strong. With the power of this machine, it was more than enough to crush wood or even scrap metal.
On top of the machine, near the circular opening, there was a countdown timer. The timer was set to five minutes, and it was already ticking. Next to the timer, there was a meter. The unit on it was kilograms, and the needle was pointing to zero.
"This machine can crush objects, and it can also open the door to the next room for you. All you have to do is throw in enough weight. When you put in more than fifteen kilograms, the door will open. If you cut off the power or wait for the timer to run out, the machine will stop working... "
Feng Bujue's gaze moved elsewhere. He was looking for something to throw in. Obviously, other than the small wooden chair and the doll, there was something else...
"The iron cage is welded to the ground. Inside it is a Tibetan macaque that is deeply anesthetized. Its weight is ten kilograms. Of course, the first thing you should do is throw in the doll and the chair, but unfortunately, the combined weight of these two things is seven and a half kilograms... "
Feng Bujue picked up the newspaper that the doll was holding. The headline was, "They are not your dinner!" The picture below was of a small monkey crawling inside the iron cage, looking outside with a pleading gaze unique to animals. The author of this article was no doubt Arthur Siegel.
"You have criticized the poachers as worthless and called the people who buy wildlife products as rich executioners. But in your travels under the guise of interviewing, you have enjoyed many meals with protected animals as the main ingredient. There is more than one fur coat in your wife's closet. You have personally witnessed the killing of these animals, but you have done nothing more than watch from the sidelines.
Now, you have the chance to experience what it feels like to be a real executioner. Will you use this animal's life in exchange for your own survival? Make your choice, Arthur. "
The recording stopped there. Feng Bujue was still reading the newspaper. His old habit was acting up again. He wanted to finish reading this article that was made up by the system...
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