The floor of the fourth floor was no longer made of marble but was paved with mud and grass.
At that moment, a bony old horse was grazing beside the decapitated body. From the horseshoe, saddle, and reins, it was undeniably the ride of the 'knight'.
Feng Bujue walked over, bent down, and patted the old horse's head. The old man did not react and continued to graze.
"So, it's Don Quixote's turn now," Autumn Wind said.
"Yes … the man who ruled over the middle two worlds." Feng Bujue added, "No one has done it before, and no one will do it in the future."
"So … just like in the original novel, he saw the windmill as a giant and charged over on his horse. With a single spear, he killed the scarecrow that just came up from the third floor." Weighty Words tried to analyze the situation based on the scenario and the logic of the scenario. "Then the tin man charged out from the windmill and killed him."
Hong Hu's eyes shifted. "Where is the tin man?" Then, he looked around. "We can see the end of this floor with a single glance, but I don't see it." He turned back to say, "And I don't see the path that leads to the fifth floor. The ceiling is all sealed."
"There is a sentence here, but I wonder if it counts as a message." Feng Bujue suddenly said. At that moment, he was standing next to the other half of the spear. "Look, it's written on the handle."
Hearing that, the teammates gathered to take a closer look. As they expected, there was a sentence carved on the body of the spear. It looked like Spanish, but the system's translation could be seen in the game menu. "Use a smiling face to welcome the tragedy, use one hundred times the courage to face all the misfortune."
"Hmm …" The group fell into deep thought again.
"Deliberately mystifying …" Qiu Feng said, "In addition to hinting at the original work, these messages are just some similar philosophical discussions. Perhaps it is very ironic when combined with the murder scene, but it has nothing to do with our puzzle solving."
Hong Hu frowned. His train of thought was stuck. "It's hard to say … Perhaps there will be more messages like this in the future, but the information we have is not enough to solve the puzzle."
"Hmm, that's a good idea." "If we compare these messages to the pieces of a puzzle, before we see the whole frame of the puzzle or collect more than eighty percent of the pieces, we will not be able to solve the puzzle."
"Since that's the case, let's focus on how to reach the fifth floor." Qiu Feng said as he looked around. "Currently, our only clues are this windmill, a corpse, and an old horse."
"It's called Rocinante," Feng Bujue said.
"What?" Qiu Feng was stunned when he heard that. He didn't know what the other party was referring to.
"I said, that horse's name is Nag Nannan," Feng Bujue explained. "What? Is there another translation in the Don Quixote you read? I think this kind of music has both meaning and sound … "
"No, no, no …" Qiu Feng interrupted, "I haven't read this book at all. I only know the general content. Even if I have, I probably won't remember the name of the horse. "
"Oh … You haven't read it?" Feng Bujue scoffed expressionlessly. "Humph … You'd better kill yourself by swallowing feces."
"Hey! There are plenty of people who haven't read it! There's no need to kill yourself! "Qiu Feng roared." Speaking of which, what kind of suicide is that? "
"Ah … The book is not bad," Hong Hu said.
"Not bad?" Feng Bujue turned to the person who tried to smooth things over. "Your evaluation of a sharp, deep, cruel, humorous, and tragic epic is only 'not bad'?" He picked up the head on the ground with a serious face, opened the mask of the helmet, and revealed the corpse's horrible face. He said, "Do you dare to say that again in front of this ridiculous, lamentable, lamentable, and honorable immortal?"
"Er … I was wrong." Ambitionist felt a sense of oppression that came from somewhere, making him reply in a baffling manner.
"You've got the wrong person!" Qiu Feng gasped. He turned to Feng Bujue. "You're not the author, you're just a fan. Why are you being so righteous?"
"'Don Quixote' combines realism and storytelling, tragedy and comedy, seriousness and humour, vulgarity and greatness at the same time. It's a seamless whole. Cervantes used his words to enlighten and move the world. " Feng Bujue continued like he was giving a lecture. "When I finished reading this book when I was young, I was inspired to write this kind of realistic fantasy with a critical tone. As long as I can write thirty percent of its standard and survive in this world, I can die without regret. The bond between Cervantes and me … You who spend all your time in the Pokeball will not understand. "
"Spend all your time in the Pokeball … What's the point of using this kind of joke!" Qiu Feng was running out of words.
Weighty Words held his face and shook his head. "Can we return to the puzzle? We're already halfway through this chapter. You guys should stop. "
"Okay," Feng Bujue replied instantly. "Back to the topic …"
"You've been scolding me for so long just to beat around the bush!" Qiu Feng grumbled.
Feng Bujue ignored him and continued. "Do you see that?" He carefully put down the head in his hand and raised his arm to point at the 'sun' that was faraway.
"How could we not notice it? The paper sun is glowing," Weighty Words said.
"If the paper sun can shine …" Feng Bujue pointed to the side. "The mountains and rivers, flowers and plants that are painted on the wall, could they be used as well?"
As the saying went, a mental patient would have a wider mind. If he did not say that, the few serious strategists would not have thought of that.
The three teammates were enlightened. They studied their surroundings again, and this time, they were enlightened. They had many possible clues.
"Hmm … Based on the sense of distance created by the painting, the cow over there appears to be closest to the plane of the 'wall'." Hong Hu pointed at a wall.
Feng Bujue glanced at that direction and then walked over. He stood next to the wall and realized that a small part of the rope poked out from the wall, and the rest of the rope was still inside the wall in the form of an oil painting, tying up the cow in the painting.
From afar, one would not be able to see this detail clearly, but now, Feng Bujue only needed to pull on the end of the rope, and he easily pulled the rope out from the painting. The whole cow was pulled from the 'wall' to the grass in the three-dimensional space.
"He really did it," Qiu Feng said.
"Does that mean that we can walk into the painting on the wall?" Weighty Words asked.
"We can't." Feng Bujue answered Weighty Words' question as he used his hand to press against the wall. "In any case, I can't get in."
Hong Hu and the rest came over to give it a try, and it did not work.
"Then … how should we deal with this cow?" Hong Hu held his chin. "We can't have it use its horn to knock us into the air and then rush into the fifth floor, right?"
"Hah … In the world of Tom and Jerry, perhaps that will work." Qiu Feng laughed.
"Hey, gentlemen!" Suddenly, another voice rang out. It sounded like a child's voice.
The four players turned their heads and saw that on the painting on the other side of the wall, there was a small black dot. It was slowly growing until it turned into the shape of a person, creating a visual effect that felt like it was coming from afar.
Not long after, the figure ran out of the wall without any sense of awkwardness and ran in front of the players.
It was a little boy with brown hair. He was wearing old clothes with patches and a small hat. When he arrived, he was in such a hurry that when he reached Feng Bujue's group, he was already gasping for air and could not speak.
"Don't worry, child. Let's talk. We're not going anywhere," Weighty Words said kindly.
"Hah … Hah …" The boy took two deep breaths and said, "Hah … Gentlemen, I'm sorry … I … Can I beg you, can you return the cow to me?"
"Return it to you?" Weighty Words asked in a questioning tone.
"It's like this …" the boy said pitifully. "I showed my mother the magic beans that you gave me, and I thought she would be proud of me. But she was so angry that she threw the magic beans out of the house. She said she was disappointed in me and that I was an idiot. " He stuttered. "So, I quickly picked up the beans and ran back. Thankfully, you're still here! Gentlemen, can I use the magic beans to exchange for Mi Ke 'er? I beg you. " The boy showed a pleading look and reached out his hand. He was holding the small cloth bag that contained the magic beans.
"Let us discuss this," Feng Bujue suddenly interjected and immediately signaled his teammates with his eyes, signaling for them to come over.
The four gathered together and whispered among themselves.
"I get it now … This kid is the main character of Jack and the Magic Beans, right?" Qiu Feng said. "Pulling out the cow will trigger the event. After we exchange the magic beans with him, we'll be able to break through to the fifth floor."
"Of course, I've noticed that as well," Feng Bujue said.
Hong Hu asked, "Then, why did you call us over so mysteriously?"
Weighty Words also looked at Brother Jue with an inquiring gaze.
"I'm just asking for your opinion," Feng Bujue said. "Should we slap this kid to death and snatch the beans?"
"You've lost your mind …"
"You've lost your humanity …"
"You won't even let a child go …"
After hearing those three sentences, Feng Bujue sighed deeply. The next second, he led the cow with a big smile and walked to Little Jack. In a kind tone, he said, "Hahaha, of course, Little Jack …" He passed the rope to Little Jack and said, "Next time, remember to keep your promise. Also, don't easily believe the words of strangers. Use your brain before you do anything. Don't disappoint your mother's expectations of you. You have to live up to the trust of the party and the country. Become a useful person, contribute to the people, contribute to the motherland, contribute to mankind … Mmmmm …% … "
Hong Hu and Qiu Feng clamped their hands over Brother Jue's mouth and pulled him away.
Weighty Words told Little Jack awkwardly, "Don't mind what that uncle said. Go home." Then he accepted the magic beans from Little Jack.
Jack blinked with an inexplicable expression, thanked him, and turned around to leave with the milk cow …
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