After the announcement, Feng Bujue checked the game menu again and realized that the quest tab had been unlocked. This was the first time he had officially received a main quest. The previous Training Mode and Solo Survival Mode were completed inside an enclosed building, and the scenario was very small. There was not much room for choice in the plot, so the system did not bother to create a mission. However, the current Team Survival Mode had a large map with a high degree of freedom, so the system had to come up with a main quest to guide the final direction of the game, or else the players might not know what to do.
After opening the quest tab, Feng Bujue saw a new window cover the front of the menu, and the box showed the quest content. The description of this main quest was simple. "Search the city and find the Demonic Door."
"This feels like a fantasy setting." Feng Bujue glanced at the quest and closed the game menu.
"This city is so big. Isn't looking for a door like looking for a needle in a haystack?" Wang Tanzhi said.
"The keyword that the quest gave us is not 'door' but 'demon'." Feng Bujue said as he walked to an automatic ticket machine. He looked at the subway map printed on the machine. "There are twelve subway lines in this city. Even though they are represented by different colors, but …" His finger moved along the lines on the map and stopped at one spot. "Among these ten intersecting lines, there is this area …" He opened his arms and pressed them on the map. He blocked out the lines around that area, leaving only the middle area exposed. "Five intersecting lines form a very standard geometric shape, a pentagram."
"Brother, this is too far-fetched," Mr. Lonely said. Mr. Lonely said, "Look carefully again. You might be able to find a lot of other geometric shapes in that mess of lines."
"The second my finger stopped, it meant that I had finished my search." Feng Bujue answered. He turned around to explain. "Before we reached this floor, be it inside the subway or on the platform, we could only see the name of the station and the map of the line. A complete map of the subway lines like this could not be found on the lower floor.
Before the system notification rang out, we didn't encounter any monsters, and we didn't waste much time either. We didn't do anything substantial. However, there must be a reason for the quest to be triggered. If this quest didn't have any trigger conditions, we would have received it while we were sitting in the subway. There was no need for the system to wait for us to come up to the next floor.
So … the possibility I can think of is that there is something on this floor that doesn't exist on the floor below. The information it provides can lead us to the Demon Gate mentioned in the mission. "
At this point, he turned around and used his left palm to pat the subway route map printed on the ticket machine. "There are only twelve subway routes, but there are thousands of roads on the surface. If this subway route map is meaningless, then the city map is even more meaningless, unless we can find a tourist map marked with a landmark like the Devil's Gate."
He took a deep breath. "In conclusion, if no one comes up with a constructive opinion that contradicts this deduction, or if the opinion itself is not supported by any valid evidence … then please follow me to this area on the map. If I'm wrong, we can reorganize our thoughts and discuss it again. If I'm right, I'll take the Skill Points, and we'll clear the quest. Everyone will be happy."
Feng Bujue finished in one breath, and everyone was stunned. Wang Tanzhi, on the other hand, appeared rather calm. This was because he had seen this many times since he was young.
Feng Bujue's reasoning ability was a derivative of his reading addiction. He was a very clever person. When he was 16, he scored 138 on the Binet test at school. The left and right hemispheres of his brain each accounted for 69 points of balanced thinking. Compared to those 'super' geniuses who scored 140 points and above, he was still classified as a normal person. However, his observation, memory, understanding, and reasoning skills were well-trained and incomparable to those of normal people.
As Mr. Conan Doyle said in the words of Sherlock Holmes, a good detective, in addition to profound knowledge and experience, was more important than correct reasoning skills. In the novel, Sherlock Holmes always spared no effort to promote his own set of "deduction method," and Feng Bujue was obviously a loyal fan.
His reading addiction came from another set of Sherlock's theory: treat knowledge as a reserve, and manage the brain as a library. Sweep away the unimportant things and forget them. Put the less important things in the attic, and leave the needed things at hand.
This seemed to be an idealized memory habit and thinking pattern, but in fact, it could be achieved with a certain amount of training. Feng Bujue was a classic example of a self-taught genius.
There were many things in the world that were easier said than done. For example, doing dozens of push-ups at home every day would make one a muscle man, memorizing a few words a day would make one a CET-4 or CET-6 expert, and writing a few thousand words a day would make one a guru … If there was a ranking of self-deceiving thoughts, these would be at the top.
When faced with this kind of self-discipline training, the chance of a normal person giving up halfway was very high, but Feng Bujue was one of the few who persisted and eventually turned reading and reasoning into a habit and hobby …
"Er … Brother Feng is right. Following this train of thought is better than wandering around the city." The latter part of Long Aomin's sentence was directed at Mr. Loneliest.
"Ah … Ah? Oh, okay … okay. " Mr. Loneliest had just recovered. Actually, he had not fully caught up to Feng Bujue's thought process and language, but he had a feeling that 'even though I don't quite get it, this guy seems to be very good at what he's saying.'
The five moved. Long Aomin walked at the front, and Feng Bujue followed closely behind. He told him which exit to take and was responsible for pointing out the general direction.
When they passed through a wide safety corridor, Feng Bujue discovered something that looked like an Easter egg. Among the many billboards on the wall, there was an advertisement for the game Thriller Paradise.
After taking a right turn, the group saw the exit that was diagonally above them. There was an escalator that went up the slope, but it had stopped moving. There were two rows of normal escalators on both sides.
They walked up the stairs and reached the surface of the city. The moonlight was hazy, and the lights in the city were sparse. There were many cars parked on the street, but all of them were off. The billboards on the roadside buildings, the lights in business places, and the houses were all dark. Only the street lamps were still working.
Even though there were no moving cars, the air that entered their nostrils still felt murky. There was a layer of fog before their eyes, making it hard to see things that were further away.
When they were at the subway station, there was a ceiling above them, and there were walls around them. Since they were underground, they did not feel anything. However, once they reached the open ground, there was an indescribable atmosphere. The strange silence was suffocating.
Of the five, four of them had their Terror Points fluctuating. The stability was between five and fifteen percent, and the various signs of fear were showing on their bodies.
"Follow this road, turn left after four blocks, and then keep moving forward." Feng Bujue's tone sounded normal, like he was not affected at all. He quickly identified the landmarks on the road and came up with a route.
Long Aomin held his shield and nodded. He continued to lead the way, and the other four walked behind him. The group did not speak. They were alert, listening, and trying their best to walk as close to the streetlights as possible.
Occasionally, there would be the sound of beasts breathing, rustling whispers, and barely discernible laughter coming from the darkness. In any case, no matter which it was, they could hear it, but they could not hear it clearly.
Long Aomin would turn back to look every few meters. The more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong. "I say, Brother Feng … you have a high-risk occupation in real life, right?" Long Aomin asked. He had trained all the way to level ten, and he had not met a player like Feng Bujue before. Fear was hard to hide, but Feng Bujue did not show any fear in his eyes. It was clear that he was not pretending to be brave; he really was not afraid. Combined with the sharp analysis earlier, Long Aomin even suspected that Feng Bujue was a professional SWAT officer in real life.
"I'm an artist," Feng Bujue replied calmly like he was telling the truth.
Wang Tanzhi was too lazy to interrupt. Based on his knowledge, Feng Bujue usually claimed two professions: artist and literary tycoon. No matter how one looked at his behavior, these two answers were infuriating.
Long Aomin did not expect to hear such an answer, and he did not know how to continue the conversation. Mr. Loneliest spoke up again. "Who would 'call themselves' an artist?"
"Then, I can put it in another way." "I am an artist who has a high aesthetic sense and skillful creative skills. I have been working in the field of art creation and have achieved a certain level of success."
"Isn't that just an explanation of those three words?"
"Compared to saying those three words directly, that's more humble, isn't it?"
"That's more arrogant, okay?"
Mr. Loneliest laughed. Mr. Loneliest pouted and told her, "If he didn't act dumb, would I be criticizing him?"
Right then, Feng Bujue suddenly stopped moving and quickly took out Mario's Wrench from his inventory. "Hmm … I've just eased the tense atmosphere, and trouble is coming."
Long Aomin and Feng Bujue saw two shadows flash through the darkness at the same time, but he could only make out a rough outline. He had no idea what they were, but they were probably some kind of monsters.
"They look like deformed babies. The front of their arms are small scythes, and they move fast. In terms of numbers … there should be more than one," Feng Bujue said calmly as he approached the darkness with the wrench. He had no idea that after saying those few words, his sleuthing mastery had been activated.
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