On the wall that the bed was leaning against, there were many faint carvings. They were all engraved with the same pattern … Four parallel vertical lines and a diagonal line drawn on top of the four vertical lines.
This was usually a mark used by people who were detained to count the days. If it was a Chinese person, they might have carved the word "Zheng". However, the wall in front of him was filled with these four vertical and diagonal markings.
"Hmm … Just based on the markings alone, there are no less than six people …" Feng Bujue's eyes wandered around the markings as he muttered.
It was not difficult to come to this conclusion. Even though it was just a line, different people would carve different depths, lengths, and angles. Furthermore, to prevent them from being confused with other people's markings, everyone's markings were separated by a certain distance from other people's markings.
"If you want to leave a mark on a stone wall like this, you won't be able to do it with your fingernails. You'll need a tool." Feng Bujue knelt on the bed and leaned close to the wall. He used his palm to touch and feel the markings. "These people all used the same thing …" He looked around the room. "And that thing is not in this room at the moment …" An answer appeared in his mind in a second. "Is it the cutlery?"
He carefully scanned the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room. "Hmm … All the markings are on the wall next to the bed. There are no markings anywhere else …"
"Assuming that they can only get the cutlery when they eat, and they have to return the cutlery and the plate after eating, or else they will be punished." "Then, the time when these markings were carved is when they were having their meal …" He turned his gaze to the markings again. "Since they were eating on the bed, they carved these markings on the side of the bed after they finished their meal, right?"
"That can't be right!" Feng Bujue immediately rejected this speculation.
He quickly came to the side of the iron gate and looked outside through the iron window above. The corridor outside the door was paved with wooden floors and stone walls on both sides. The ceiling was slightly higher than the one inside the room. At the corner of the wall and the ceiling, there was a fluorescent tube installed at intervals. Looking out from the cell, there was nothing worth noticing within the visible range, but beyond twenty meters, it was dark and hard to see.
After roughly looking around for a few seconds, Feng Bujue immediately crouched on the ground to observe the rectangular opening under the iron gate. He almost stuck his face to it and sniffed it with his nose. Finally, he touched the edge of the opening with his hand and licked his fingers … Only then did he stand up with satisfaction.
"The upper and lower edges of the food delivery hole have been stained with food, which means that someone is using this hole to deliver food." His gaze returned to the corner furthest away from him. "And the plastic bucket for excretion is placed in the corner on the other side of the room …" He returned to the bedside and thought. "The prisoner's range of movement covers the entire room. He can go to the door to get food, and he can also go to the other corner to relieve himself. If these marks were made with cutlery, they could have carved them on any wall. "
"Then … let's assume that there is no such thing as tableware …" Feng Bujue stood up again and stood in the middle of the room. He assumed Shinichi Kudo's signature pose, with one hand on his elbow and the other on his chin.
He looked at the door, and his eyes seemed to be replaying the past. In his imagination, only a piece of bread and a plastic plate with soup were handed in from the opening.
"Hmm … The possibility of there being no tableware is higher." Feng Bujue turned his gaze to the marks on the wall again. "Well, what are these carved with? And they must be carved on this wall … "
After eliminating the wrong assumptions, the answer was right in front of him.
A light bulb lit up in his mind, and a smile appeared on Feng Bujue's lips. He took one step forward and pulled up the bedsheet. (Note: The bedsheet and mattress on this bed were made from the same material) He saw what he was looking for.
The bed was a whole, and no part could be separated. All four legs were welded to the ground. The bed frame was completely made of iron, and the bed board was not made of wood, but of metal springs that were wound together.
However, among these springs, a few had been broken. Although these broken metal springs could not be completely pulled away from the bed board, the broken ends could be pulled and bent to the wall to engrave the marks.
"No wonder the marks are on the wall beside the bed, and they are all below a certain height. Due to the traction force of the other end of the spring, they can't write stably. They can only barely engrave straight lines. "Feng Bujue spent five minutes and speculated the origin of the marks. For him, the process of observing the environment, collecting information, reasoning, and solving problems was simply exhilarating … It made him forget the faint pain in his body.
"There are no windows in this room, so there is no way to see the sunrise and sunset. The people who are locked here have to rely on their senses and biological clock to determine how many days have passed … They have to rely on the number of times the people outside delivered food to them." Feng Bujue started to pace back and forth. "Furthermore, the tools used to carve the marks are not easy to find … Hmm … Looks like there have been more than six people trapped in this room. But among the many prisoners, there are only six or seven of them who are relatively calm, have a clear mind, and have not given up on their desire for survival.
"The marks stopped at the ninth mark, which means that these people have been here for less than ten days. They saw the marks left by their predecessors, so they should be able to predict … what will happen on the night of the tenth or ninth day. With the current situation, there is a one percent chance that they will be released, a one percent chance that they will change rooms, and the remaining ninety-eight percent chance that they will be killed … "Feng Bujue scoffed." Humph … Even so, the only thing they can do is record the number of days they have been trapped on the wall. "
He walked to the wall and leaned against it to gauge his height. "Without the plot introduction, there is no way to tell whether I am playing the role of Feng Bujue or someone else … Hmm … The height seems to be about the same." He placed his hands at the same height as his head and leaned against the wall. He estimated that he was about 1.8 meters tall. "The costume is my own, and my inventory …" He glanced at the game menu. The flashlight, SCP-500, Bad Temper of Miss Moxxi, and Life Points Recovery Potions had all turned gray and could not be removed. "Tsk … I knew it," he grumbled with annoyance.
"Fine … Let me think … The guy who was dragging 'me' in the introductory cinematic was less than 1.7 meters tall, but he was able to drag a 1.8 meters tall adult with one hand, and it did not look like it took him much effort." Feng Bujue tried to estimate the boss' power level. "Then, he must be more powerful than a normal person … At least in terms of power, he should be about the same as a level twenty-seven player like me. If the guy controlled the prisoners' meals and limited them to one meal a day, then he could have easily suppressed all the prisoners here without using any weapons. "
Feng Bujue walked to the door. "What kind of person would come up with this kind of captive play? A murderer, a sadist, a cannibal, a mad scientist …" Combining the few lines that the boss had said during the introductory cinematic, he used his fist to knock on his palm. "Hmm! Scientist. "
"The few sentences that he said … were they meant for me? Or was he talking to himself? "Feng Bujue mumbled." Or was he talking to himself as well as me? "
As he spoke, he grabbed the iron bars of the small window above the iron door. He tried to pull and push, but the door only creaked. Obviously … the door was locked.
There was no handle on either side of the iron door, only a keyhole. Since there was a small window at the top, one could pull the door open without the need for a handle.
Feng Bujue squatted down again and looked into the keyhole. Naturally, that was pointless.
"Escape from the room … Haha …" Feng Bujue confirmed the mission content in the quest tab. "Since this is a scenario during the game's advancement period and it's a solo nightmare, it has to be tailored for me. Using brute force to break down the iron door is not going to be a problem. Therefore, I need to figure out a way to open the door. "
He took out the wrench and started his carpet search. Starting from the side of the door, he knocked lightly on the wall and floor inch by inch, trying to find any hidden mechanism or hidden compartment. He did not even let go of the corner behind the small wooden cupboard and plastic pail. He moved the two items away and gave them a close inspection.
In the end, he found nothing.
Therefore, he started to tear at the bedsheet. The bedsheet was quite thick, but it was not stuffed with cotton or goose feathers but pieces of cloth. They looked like they were cut up from old clothes, and they came in various colors and materials.
Feng Bujue did not find anything inside the bedsheet other than the pieces of cloth, so … he placed all the pieces of cloth on the ground and tried to sort them out.
He sorted them according to color, material, and even size, but the result was meaningless. It looked like there was no pattern to these pieces of cloth. However, he did not give up and tried to use these colorful pieces of cloth to complete a puzzle.
After sitting on the ground for half an hour, Feng Bujue finally gave up. After a series of experiments that a normal person would not do, he came to a conclusion that a normal person would come to in a few seconds. This was just a bunch of useless rags.
"Sigh … What a waste of life. A pile of trash. Even if I weave these rags into a rope, there is no place to hang myself in this house." Feng Bujue mocked himself. "Where else could the key be hidden?" He looked at the small wooden cupboard. "The three drawers of this cupboard are empty." He then looked at the blue plastic pail. "That pail … has about three inches of feces and urine at the bottom. There is a possibility that the key is hidden there …" He swallowed. "The bottom of the pail is too deep. It will be inconvenient to bend down to look for it. But what if I can't find anything after I pour out the contents of the bucket? This floor … "
He wanted to chase the weird idea out of his mind, so he came to the small wooden cupboard first. This time, he pulled out all three drawers from the cupboard and placed them on the ground. Then, he placed the cupboard horizontally on the ground and reached in to search. Unfortunately, he found nothing but dust. He knocked on the whole cupboard carefully, but he did not find any hidden compartments.
The three drawers were now placed side by side on the ground. The wooden board was only so thick, so there was no need to check to know that there was no hidden compartment.
So … the puzzle solving came to an impasse again.
"Is it really hidden in the feces … This is too much …" Feng Bujue turned his head and looked at the plastic pail in the corner of the room. "What kind of script is this? This is too much …"
He suddenly had an idea. "Sigh! I will pour the contents of the pail into the three drawers. Then, it will not be all over the ground … The drawers are shallow, so it will be easier to find them. "
Thinking of this, he was ready to do it. He immediately stood up and walked toward the plastic pail with one of the drawers. Fortunately, at this moment, his eyes swept over something.
"Oh!" Feng Bujue picked up the drawer and looked at the bottom of the drawer. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" After laughing madly for a while, he flipped the other two drawers over and placed them upside down.
It turned out that at the bottom of each of the three drawers, there was a word written in blood. Feng Bujue arranged them according to their position inside the cupboard. The information he got was that the top drawer had the word 'bed' on the back, the middle drawer had the word 'key', and the bottom drawer had the word 'bracket'.
"In other words, the key is hidden …" Feng Bujue whipped his head around to look at the bed again. He walked over and used the wrench to knock around, and he soon found something strange.
On the side of the bed, the bracket that was parallel to the bed was hollow, but the one that was leaning against the wall was solid. Feng Bujue started from one end of the bed, and from bottom to top, he knocked on the support inch by inch. Finally, when he reached the middle, he heard movement from inside.
"The key is hidden in a place like this … Is this for people to find?" Feng Bujue cursed under his breath.
Actually, he had nothing to complain about. After all, there was a hint on the back of the drawer. This was a hiding spot that needed a hint to confirm, or else who would have known that it was hidden in a place like this?
Bang bang bang! He knocked and twisted, but there was not even a dent on the iron bed.
"What is the meaning of this?" Feng Bujue said. "Even with an excellent quality wrench, it is not damaged at all. Is this a hint that … there is an electric saw hidden inside the bucket of manure?"
He sat on the ground with his legs crossed. After cosplaying as Shinichi Kudo, he started to come up with ideas like Yi Xiu.
"I've got it!" Soon, an idea popped up in Feng Bujue's mind.
With the mentality that he would not get pregnant even if he tried, he used [Not So Hasty Repair] on the bed, but he did not expect the skill to fail … Even with the 60% success rate of his D level workmanship mastery and the 10% success rate of [Alchemist's Perseverance], he still failed …
This made Feng Bujue question whether his idea was correct or not.
However, losing two hundred Stamina Points was not enough to make him give up. After all, this skill did not have a cooldown, so he used it again. This time, the skill was successfully activated, and the appearance of the bed changed.
"I knew it! This is considered a mechanical object! " Feng Bujue was overjoyed. This bed that was made from pure metal and could not be separated. Even though the structure looked simple and clean, it was logical for it to be classified as a mechanical object because there was only one mechanism on it.
Just like the communication device that Feng Bujue had repaired in the Village of Heavenly Blessing, this bed was the kind of object that could be repaired even though its attribute could not be observed from the game menu. After Feng Bujue used his skill to restore it to normal quality, the rust on the bed disappeared, and the broken springs on the bed returned to their original position.
The most crucial change was at the two ends of the support that was on the outside, where the iron bar connected to the head of the bed and the end of the bed. There were two new metal wedges. Originally, these two parts were rusted and smoothed out, and the shape of them could not be seen at all. However, now, Feng Bujue only needed to use the wrench to lift them, and they would come back to life.
Then, he busied himself for a few minutes and successfully removed the metal support from the bed.
After leaving the bed, the support turned into a hollow iron rod that was two meters long. As long as it was a guy, he would have the urge to imitate a certain monkey when he held something similar. I don't know why, but this passion didn't subside even after I became an adult. I don't know if it will disappear when I become a middle-aged man …
Back to the topic, Feng Bujue stood the hollow support upright and tapped it twice on the ground. He thought that the key would fall down the hollow pipe, but when he moved the rod away, nothing fell out.
"Ah …" Feng Bujue picked up the rod, closed one eye, and used his other eye to look inside. He could see some light coming from the other end. There was indeed the outline of a very small object in the middle of the rod. It should be the key, but for some reason, it refused to fall out.
Feng Bujue tried to flip the rod over to see if there would be any reaction from the other end, but the result was the same. He sat on the ground and held the rod horizontally. He used the wrench to knock on it for a while … He picked it up to take a look, and the position of the key was still the same.
"What kind of setting is this … If it moves when I knock on the pipe, it means that it is not fixed or welded to the inner wall, but when I lift the pipe up, it refuses to fall out …" He confirmed again that the metal support was not narrow at both ends but wide in the middle, so this was not the problem. "This is just the first puzzle. Is there a need to go to this extent … What else do you want me to do?"
This' what else do you want me to do? 'suddenly gave Feng Bujue some inspiration.
"Wait a minute, could it be …" As he thought about it, he reached his hand into his shirt pocket. The soap, candles, and combs from before were all casually put away by him.
"So far, the puzzle solving part aside … in the actual operation, my skill, Not So Hasty Repair, and the equipment, Mario's Wrench, are both necessary. Without these two, I wouldn't have been able to reach this stage, "Feng Bujue said." Since the system designed this scenario to baffle me, then … "
At this time, he took out the [Anti-Gravity Gun] from his inventory. This item did not turn gray, so …
Feng Bujue pressed the grab button on the gun, and the candle floated in the air. Then he used his hand to adjust the candle to a suitable angle. Then, he placed one end of the candle into the other end of the hollow pipe. As he expected … it fit perfectly.
"Fine, there is a benefit to designing the puzzle this way. At least when I solve it, I'll know that I'm not wrong …" Feng Bujue said as he pressed the button.
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