Feng Bujue had no idea where the music came from, and he had no idea what the shadow before him was up to. All he could do was stay alert and maintain a distance of at least three meters away from the shadow to prevent the shadow from doing anything that might harm him.
The black shadow, on the other hand, walked out of the black room with its back facing forward. Accompanied by the music, it walked out of the black room unhurriedly. When it reached Feng Bujue, it suddenly screamed and made a grabbing motion. At that moment, the background music changed to 'Beat It'.
Feng Bujue had been playing this game for so long, and in terms of shock, this was probably the most he had ever experienced.
The shadow changed its dance steps. It stepped, moved horizontally, and turned around. The movement was smooth and confident as it headed toward the first floor.
As it moved further away, the music became softer. When the shadow turned the corner of the stairs and disappeared from Feng Bujue's sight, the background music stopped.
"Ha … ha ha …" Feng Bujue's lips twitched, and he laughed drily. He did not follow the shadow because the first floor was now completely dark. If he followed the shadow out of the storage room, he would lose his target. Furthermore, he had no idea whether the shadow was an NPC or a monster, and whether it would attack him or not.
Even he had no idea what was going on with this strange plot or event. The sense of camouflage was too strong, and it did not match the atmosphere of the scenario at all. If anything, it was in line with the system's mischievous nature.
Feng Bujue did not dwell on this strange scene for too long. Since the light from the corridor could shine into the room, he went in to search.
As mentioned earlier, other than the darkness, the room was empty. However, after Feng Bujue entered the room, he soon noticed that the spot where the shadow had been standing earlier was rather weird.
There was a pool of black stain on the small patch of ground. From afar, it looked like a stain, but upon closer inspection, it was a picture.
The picture was made up of black lines, and it was delicately drawn. There were six things drawn on it.
"Soap, fake teeth, perfume, leather cap, blanket, and artificial eye." Feng Bujue quickly identified the items that the six pictures represented. "Are they all plot items that can be taken out of the scenario?"
Without realizing it, since the start of the scenario, Feng Bujue had found all six items, but he still had no idea what they represented.
"I seem to smell the scent of a hidden quest …" Feng Bujue couldn't help but laugh.
He was very patient and carefully checked the room. After confirming that there was only one notification, he left.
"Don't tell me there's a white shadow dancing behind the white door …" Feng Bujue said half-jokingly as he pushed the door open.
The door opened, and the room was naturally white. It was completely enveloped in white light, but it was not a strong light, so it was not dazzling. It could be said that the view in the room was good. At first glance, one could tell that this white room was an operating theater.
There was an operating table in the middle of the room, or rather … an experiment table. The table was wide and thick. It was made of metal and was connected to the ground. It couldn't be moved, but it would probably be fine for a synthetic human to lie on it.
A strong and nauseating smell drifted out from the room. The smell became even more choking under the cover of the disinfectant. Feng Bujue quickly brought up the gas mask again. On the way back from the surface, he had returned to his faceless state. Of course, in the eyes of the NPCs and monsters, he was still a different person, and it had nothing to do with his attire. He stepped through the door.
There were four small carts with tools on both sides of the experiment table. There were many common surgical tools on them, and there were also some tools that were used for carpentry like electric drills and circular saws. Without exception, all the heavy tools were broken. That was obvious from their appearance, but Feng Bujue still picked them up excitedly and checked their attributes one by one.
With Not So Hasty Repair, even if they were trash, he could operate them for fifteen minutes. Feng Bujue was not wrong.
Unfortunately, when he finished looking at the attributes of the trash, he realized a problem. All these heavy tools could only be connected to an AC/DC power supply. In other words … they had to be connected to a socket.
There was a saying in a movie, "Everyone is blind." It was not without reason. For example, if I asked you now how many sockets there were in the room you were in, you probably wouldn't know. If I asked you how many jacks there were in the sockets, probably no one would know.
The human brain had a protective mechanism that could help us filter out a lot of "useless" information in our daily lives. Therefore, even if we often saw things, we would be clueless.
We didn't know how many window panes there were in our house. We didn't know how many subway stations we took every day. When we left a place, we forgot the color of the wall there. We couldn't even tell the pattern of the slippers on our feet unless we looked down.
In the process of a person growing and adapting to the surrounding environment, this mechanism would gradually be established. As for which information was "useless," it was the brain's choice to make.
Without this protection … theoretically speaking, the human brain could collect and memorize about eighty-six million pieces of information every day, more than any computer in the world. You probably didn't realize that so much information would enter your brain because the information collected by the brain could only be used by you subjectively, and the other ninety-five percent would be automatically processed by the brain into your subconscious in case you needed it.
Even so, the ninety-five percent would be filtered out, and it would be hard to remember.
Naturally, I have to say a 'but' here.
However, there was a difference between people. In the situation described above, the more developed a person's brain was, the more information they would be able to memorize. Their memory of things would be more detailed. These were the so-called 'observant' people.
Obviously, Feng Bujue was such a person, and he had been trained in this area since he was young. Even if he did not purposely pay attention to the problem of the socket, he only needed to wander through his subconscious to reach a certain conclusion — there was no socket in the whole scenario.
"Should I put them in my inventory? They can be used after a quick repair …" Feng Bujue considered. "But that doesn't seem that interesting. These tools are sold in the system store, and there are the ones that don't need to be plugged in, but they are quite expensive."
He thought about it and decided not to take them. After all, the quality of these things was trash. Even if he sold them at the store, they would not be worth much.
After searching for five minutes, Feng Bujue came up with nothing. Therefore, he had an idea. He lay down on the table that gave off a disgusting smell, and it really triggered a cinematic …
…
This cinematic was a first-person view of a person lying on the table.
"Please … Hah … Hah … Let me go … I have a lot of money, and I'm a noble. How much do you want … Ah!" The man was halfway through his plea when he started to scream.
The bloodshot lens lingered on the ceiling for a few seconds. As the experimental subject struggled to raise its head, two figures entered its vision.
There was a short man with brown hair and a young man with blonde hair. They were wearing shirts, overalls, masks, and aprons. Their bodies were covered in blood, and they looked like two butchers.
Just now, one of this noble's legs had been cut off from the base of his thigh. Since the experiment required him to stay conscious, Arthur used alchemy to create a 'special anesthetic' for him to prevent him from fainting.
"B * stards! You two b * stards … "The noble cursed. Suddenly, he paused, and blood rushed to the screen." It's you! It's you! You're Arthur! The kid who lives on the farm! "
Arthur was about to use the circular saw to cut off the man's other leg, but when he heard that, he stopped and slowly turned around. "You know me?"
"I … Yes! I know you! I remember … that … that month, Old Jim just passed away. The market couldn't find anyone to replace him, so during that month, you were responsible for delivering the goods to the market. " The noble said, "I remember you. You're short, and you always wear a cloak to cover your face. There's no mistaking it, it's you!" He paused. "Kid, how dare you do this to me. You're just a farmer, and you dare to do this to me. Do you know who I am? I'm the Grand Duke of the Royal City … "
"Is that all you want to say?" Arthur interrupted. His cold expression declared that the noble's threat was meaningless. "You're all useless. You only know how to consolidate your power and indulge in luxurious pleasures. You don't do anything good for the world.
You have a large amount of social resources, but you only produce feces. You only bring oppression and burdens to your own kind, yet you still force them to endure this while singing your praises. " Arthur chuckled coldly. "Even the cows and horses in the fields, the termites in the mounds, are nobler than you … You disgust me." His eyes were filled with mockery. "Then let me help you find some value in your existence … Your hair will be woven into a blanket, your eyeballs will be made into artificial eyes, your teeth will be made into false teeth, your fat will be made into soap, your skin can be made into a hat, and … using your corpse oil, I can make a bottle of decent perfume."
Andrew stood to the side and did not say anything. He did not know what to say.
The noble's expression was filled with fear. Large droplets of sweat slid down his face. "No … no … don't, that's not what I meant … You … What do you want? I can give you money, even the title …"
"Ha ha ha …" Arthur could not help but laugh. "I'm not as greedy as you, so I don't think I need money. Regarding the title …" His eyes were filled with murderous intent. "I'm from the Xin Clan. Why do you think you should recommend me to the Grand Duke? Knight? Baron? Ha ha ha ha … "
Several seconds later, the circular saw started to move again. The room was soon swallowed by endless screams.
…
"Are you kidding me …" After Feng Bujue finished the cinematic, he could not help but lower his head to look at his shirt pocket that was stuffed to the brim.
Even though he had placed the leather hat, perfume, and blanket inside his backpack, the soap, false teeth, and eye were placed inside his pocket. After knowing that these things came from the human body, anyone would have goosebumps.
"Sigh … I should've known this would happen." Feng Bujue mumbled. "Fine … Now there's only one room left. The picture in the black room and the image in the white room are undoubtedly reminding me of the significance of these six objects … They might decide whether I'll see the 'real' ending or not. " He calculated. "This is telling me, before I open the gray door, if I'm unable to collect these six objects in the game, then I should go back to look for them now …"
With this thought in mind, Feng Bujue walked out of the white room. He did not open the gray door. Instead, he walked toward the floor 1F. He went up the stairs, opened the wooden door, and entered the storage room. As he expected, at that moment, the corridor was no longer dark.
From the windows of each room, some light seeped in, allowing the player to barely see the surrounding scenery. However, when he looked out the window, it was still dark. There was nothing.
"Hmm … Now is undoubtedly the free exploration time before the game is cleared. You can go to all four floors. If you want to look for the missing items, you can look for them. If you want to open the gray door to see the ending, you can do that as well. " Feng Bujue said, "But it doesn't mean much to me because I've searched carefully before. I've already obtained all six objects."
Even though that was what he thought, Feng Bujue still went to a place. It was the room on the second floor that was right above the foyer.
He walked to the iron door and tried to pull on the handles on both sides, but it still did not open.
Feng Bujue left the place helplessly. He went from top to bottom, from floor 2F to floor 2F, and walked through every single room. He was not there to look for anything, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder made him worried that he might miss something, so he had to walk around.
In the end, he returned to the gray iron door. After this round, even though he did not find anything, he did gain some psychological satisfaction …
"Then … it's time to witness a miracle …" Feng Bujue complained as he pushed open the iron door.
The room was gray, just like the atmosphere of the scenario, gray and gloomy.
Next to the wall that faced the door, there was a chair and a small table. Arthur sat on the chair and looked at Feng Bujue quietly.
"You're awake …" Arthur said. "Looks like the prison can't hold you …"
"Do you have a mirror?" That was the first question that Feng Bujue asked.
"Mirror?" Arthur raised his eyes and looked at Feng Bujue for two seconds. Then he slowly raised his right arm and pressed his palm against the wall.
One second later, a piece of the wall next to Feng Bujue glowed and was refined into a mirror.
"You can do something like this without drawing a circle …" Feng Bujue turned around to look at himself in the mirror.
Basically, the image in the mirror was as he expected. If he had to describe it, he was a zombie Andrew.
"My silly little brother." Arthur said, "You think you're so smart, but this … is the price you have to pay."
"Can you explain that to me?" Feng Bujue asked.
"You still don't understand?" Arthur replied, "I know that you altered the experiment data. I also know that you secretly changed the formula. As for what you did to the alchemy array … it was actually wrong." He sighed deeply. "You played the role of the innocent and kind little brother while plotting to take over my body. But you didn't expect that from the very beginning, the 'soul exchange' technique that you found was fake by me. " He paused to look at the change in Feng Bujue's expression before he continued. "You thought you had successfully tricked me and made me carry out the exchange without me knowing, but you were wrong. Unfortunately, the truth is the opposite, you've misunderstood the function of the circle. "
"Hahaha …" Feng Bujue couldn't help but laugh. "So you're blaming me?"
Arthur was surprised by his reaction but he still maintained his usual calm. "Have you lost your mind?"
"No, no." Feng Bujue shook his head with a smile. He just thought that these two brothers were very interesting. He originally thought that Arthur was a bad guy but now it seemed like Andrew wasn't a good guy either. After thinking about it, he was right. Even if he was an accomplice, after all this time, he had helped Arthur to do so many crazy things, could he still say that Andrew was a kind person?
"Then brother, can you tell me the real function of this circle?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Of course it's to turn me into a human," Arthur replied. "And the price is to turn a normal human into a demon."
"This is a f * cking demon?" Feng Bujue pointed at himself in the mirror. "Are demons this bad?"
"Unfortunately, the refining failed," Arthur explained. "I didn't turn into a human but you turned into this …"
"Was it a mistake in your calculation?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Of course not, I wouldn't make a mistake," Arthur replied.
"I see, then there's only one answer …" Feng Bujue said. "I'm not a pure human either."
Arthur sighed bitterly. "I should've known. How could the son of 'that woman' be a normal person …"
"You mean your mother?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Yes, mother, humph …" Arthur's face was filled with disappointment. "Do you know why she picked me up?"
"To take away your power?" What kind of person was Feng Bujue? He was an absolute pessimist. He never believed that people were born kind, so he had a good grasp of the evilness of the human heart.
"Oh? Did she tell you that before she died? "Arthur asked.
"No, I'm just guessing." Feng Bujue said. "I know very well that the woman is not simple …" The cinematic images from earlier flashed across his mind. "On the surface, she was against you using alchemy but when you, a child less than 10 years old, started to study those profound books, she was indifferent. Humph … Speaking of which, she was the one who arranged for those books to be given to you. " He paused for a second before continuing. "Before she passed away, she knew that her plan was hopeless. Therefore, she pretended to be a good mother who cared about you. She tried to use kinship to bind you and force you to take care of her biological son." Feng Bujue took out the book, Advanced Alchemy, and took out the picture from the page. He read the words on the back. "Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love. Haha … When I first saw this picture, I thought it was strange. Why would it be placed inside a book like this? Now I understand that she's using this method to remind you that you're family. " Feng Bujue scoffed. "Unfortunately … she underestimated you. You must've seen through her when you were very young. If I'm not mistaken, even her death … "
"Yes, it was me." Arthur continued. "I spent a year leading her to her death. Even until her death, she had no idea that her 'incurable disease' was planned by me. "
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