Feng Bujue was standing in a circular room. The light in the room was soft and bright. In the direction that he was facing, there were four iron bars. Behind the doors should be cells, but there was no light at all. It was unknown whether there was someone or something in the cells.
In the direction that Feng Bujue was facing, there were also four doors. The scene on that side was the same as the fan-shaped area that he saw on the other side of the corridor. He could not help but feel like he had been played. Could it be that … no matter what he chose on the other side, it was essentially the same? These four corridors all led to this' cell '?
"Ah, you're here again." A voice said.
In front of the four prison doors, in the middle of the circular room, there was a desk. The person who spoke was sitting on the chair behind the desk, looking at Feng Bujue.
It was a large wooden desk that looked like it was made of high-quality wood. The details of the table were very exquisite. The curve of the table's corners, the polishing of the drawer handles, and the carvings on the edges and corners were just right. They all looked exquisite and luxurious, and had an extraordinary temperament.
Such furniture, if it was in real life, was not something that Feng Bujue could afford with his income. The price would probably be more than twice that of a gaming hub. It was important to note that as early as the beginning of the 21st century, pure wood furniture was already a rare commodity. The furniture that civilians could buy was basically made of wood shavings. There were also many that were made of toxic or carcinogenic materials. In any case, businesses still dared to sell them as wooden furniture. In Feng Bujue's era, the oil crisis, environmental pollution, and the transformation of forests into deserts made many goods related to natural resources become luxuries. A desk like the one in front of him was similar to dinosaurs, UFOs, and beautiful women without makeup. They were all things that could only be seen in games.
"What do you mean … 'again'?" Feng Bujue looked at the person in front of him. "Also … why can you talk?"
"Why can't I talk?" the person replied.
"Hmm … let me think … because you're a rabbit!" Feng Bujue looked at the person's rabbit face and pretended to mumble half a sentence. Then he roared.
The person who sat behind the desk talking to Feng Bujue was really a rabbit. To be precise, it was a giant rabbit about the size of a kangaroo. Its body joints were different from a real rabbit. Its appearance was obviously anthropomorphic. It could 'sit' on the chair and use its short hands to grab things. It was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and even a bow tie, but no pants.
"Traveler from another world, you're too rude." On the rabbit's lips, there were two curled whiskers and a pair of glasses on its nose. "I am the loyal servant of the great Master of Time. I am punctual, wise, elegant, handsome …" At this point, Brother Rabbit used its short hands to stroke the pair of large ears on its head. "The one who instills fear in the hearts of criminals … Lord Ravid!"
Feng Bujue pressed his palm on his forehead and rubbed his face. "Ha … Ha ha … The rabbit has come up with all the good names."
"It's Lord Ravid! Not Rabbit! "Ravid corrected him.
"Fine, fine, fine …" Feng Bujue did not want to lower himself to the rabbit's level. "Lord Ravid, do you have any medicine?"
"Are you crazy?"
The veins on Feng Bujue's forehead were popping. He had mixed emotions of joy and anger. "I'm poisoned. I need 4 bottles of medicine, do you have any …"
"I do." Ravid did not wait for him to finish.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue was about to ask what it would take for the medicine to be given to him.
Ravid added, "But I can't give it to you."
"What do you want?" Feng Bujue asked. "I don't have any carrots with me, right?"
"Who said anything about carrots!"
"I don't have any cabbages either."
"Kid, you know when to stop!"
"If you wish to experience the feeling of being pulled out of a hat …" Feng Bujue continued to use the rabbit stem to test the man's patience. "As long as you can find a large top hat that is large enough to fit you, I will cooperate."
Ravid tried his best to make a serious face and threatened, "If my cousin was here, you would have two detonators stuck in your nostrils by now." But no matter how you looked at it, its face was not threatening at all.
"Your cousin is Bugs Bunny?" Feng Bujue asked.
Ravid gripped his fists and gritted his teeth. He suddenly screamed, "Aldan!"
The shadow with blue eyes and exposed veins suddenly appeared beside Ravid and replied, "What's wrong?"
"This appeared at 77 minutes. He was transported here from your place, right?" Ravid asked.
Aldan replied, "Yes."
"Explain to him the use of the corridor," Ravid said.
"Okay." Aldan nodded and then turned to Feng Bujue.
When Feng Bujue heard the term '77 minutes', his heart skipped a beat. 'That's impossible, right? Even though the running and the low temperature would have interfered with my biological clock, according to my calculations, I've been here for at most 30 minutes. What's with 77 minutes? '
Aldan soon answered Feng Bujue's question. There was no mouth on its face. Its voice came directly from the shadow. "Going from the room at the 'front', through the door, to the other end of the corridor, or the 'end', will change the time." It raised its hand and pointed at the second door behind Feng Bujue from the left. "The second door here is the third door at the front. After entering the third corridor, the time to reach here is 69 minutes, plus the time you spent in the corridor. "
Feng Bujue asked immediately, "What about the other three corridors?"
"The second corridor is 46 minutes, plus the time you spent in the corridor," Aldan replied. "The first and fourth corridors are the same, 23 minutes, plus the time you spent in the corridor."
Something flashed through Feng Bujue's mind. He asked, "I've been here earlier?"
"Yes, you've taken away the medicine from me!" Ravid looked at his pocket watch. "But at this moment, you appear to be Feng Bujue who has only lived for 30 minutes. Hmm … In other words, I only need to explain it to you, so there's no need for me to waste time on the other versions of you."
"So … there are two types of time here? One is the time that I've experienced and the other is the time here? "Feng Bujue asked.
"No matter which timeline you reach 92 minutes, you'll die from the poison," Ravid added.
Feng Bujue was silent for a full minute before he asked, "What if I return from one of these corridors?"
"From the end of the corridor to the front, no matter which corridor you take, you'll be able to go back 23 minutes according to the current time in this cell, but … you'll have to add the time you spent in the corridor," Aldan replied.
"Now it's 79 minutes inside this cell. Assuming I need 15 minutes to run down one of the corridors, then if I run back to the front, it'll be … 71 minutes?" Feng Bujue asked.
"That's right." Ravid added, "But the time at the front is actually not that important. As long as you enter the corridor from the front, the time will be calculated according to the time at the end of the corridor. For example, if you reach the front room at the 90th minute, there's no need to panic. You only need to rush into the first corridor, and then your time will be the same as the time in the cell at the 23rd minute. Of course, if you turn back before completing the corridor, then the time will be calculated from the moment you leave the front room and will be added to the time you spent in the corridor. "
"Such a crazy setting was thought up by a rabbit like you?" Feng Bujue asked.
Ravid slammed the table. "I'm warning you, Mr. Feng Bujue of 32 minutes! You're wasting your time! "
After Feng Bujue heard the rules, he understood that according to the time on the map, he would not die. After running a few rounds, he would reach twenty-three, forty-six, or sixty-nine, and that would include the time that he had spent running. The key was the time that he had experienced. With this time as the standard, the failure condition would not change. He would still be poisoned at the 92nd minute.
Ravid did not finish. "Obviously, Aldan and I are helping you, or else we wouldn't have told you this." He reached his hand under the table and pressed a switch. At the same time, he said, "The person who designed this game is him!"
At that moment, one of the four cells behind Ravid came on. In the pitch-black cell, a white cone of light shone down from above, illuminating the scene in the room.
The floor of the cell was made of cement, and so were the three walls and the ceiling. Through the iron bars, one could see that in the middle of the cell, there was a stool. On the stool sat a small puppet, a puppet wearing a suit and a red bow tie.
The puppet's face was in the shape of the Chinese character Shen. It was pale and gloomy, and its black hair was wrapped around its head. He used his pair of red and black eyes to glare at the three people outside the cell door, or rather, one man, one rabbit, and one monster.
Feng Bujue pulled out his gun and walked over. Through the bars, he pointed the gun at the puppet that often appeared in Saw and said in a serious tone, "Give me a reason not to kill you."
A low and hoarse voice came from the puppet's stomach like it was being recorded, but its mouth was also moving. "Even if you pull the trigger, you can't really kill me, and doing so will not help you with the game you're playing." It turned its head towards Labitte's direction. "Besides, even if I become a prisoner, you don't have the right to punish me. Am I right, Rabbitt? "
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