Following the hint given by the werewolf, the four soon found the attic and climbed up the ladder outside the skylight.
The corridor outside the room branched off, and perhaps there was a way to reach the middle of the castle. However, Brother Jue and the rest did not explore it because the hint given by the werewolf stated that one, Little Red Riding Hood was very strong and unfriendly; two, she could return to the castle at any moment.
From the perspective of the game, the NPC had given you two very clear messages. If you still did something that went against the message, you would definitely face great danger. You might even trigger an instant death plot. Therefore, they decided not to stay any longer.
The four climbed the ladder for five minutes, and after passing through a cloud that did not move, they saw the end of the ladder. There was a circular black hole there, and the top of the ladder was resting on the edge of the hole.
The hole was "drawn" in the sky, just like the holes in the Warner cartoons that could be drawn out of thin air and one could crawl into them.
When they got closer, they realized that the hole was not that small. As long as they were not too fat, they would be able to squeeze through it.
Of course, the werewolf would not be able to squeeze through it. Due to the forward bend of his neck, the enlargement of his torso, and the way he climbed the ladder, he was destined to be limited to the space below the fifth floor.
"Hmm … Another dark floor." Feng Bujue was the first to step onto the fifth floor. He picked up the broom, which he had dropped when he reached the top of the stairs, and commented.
Hong Hu, Qiu Feng, and Weighty Words followed closely behind him and entered the fifth floor.
"Now we know that this building … if it can still be called a building, there are only seven floors in total." Hong Hu said. "In other words … so far, we have already completed four out of seven of the scenario."
"That is not right." Weighty Words was a patient and rational person. He replied, "As the saying goes … the halfway point is ninety. No matter what, the closer we are to the end, the more we cannot rush. For example, during the injury stoppage time of a soccer match, if the whole team has the mentality that it will be over soon, the danger of losing the ball will greatly increase. "
"I agree with that." Feng Bujue said, "In many horror movies, the carelessness of the surviving characters in the last few minutes leads to total annihilation."
As he spoke, Brother Jue took out his flashlight again and turned it on.
Feng Bujue did not ask for the flashlight that he had given to Hong Hu earlier. Ever since they reached the fourth floor, the item had been left on the other party's body. Hong Hu took the opportunity to take out the flashlight from his pocket and turned it on.
The first thing the two of them did was the same. They first used the light to scan the surrounding area, then immediately shone it up.
The ceiling and floor of this floor had returned to the state of the first floor. The floor was made of tiles, and the ceiling was only about four meters high. With just the light from the flashlight, he could not see where the surrounding walls were. It seemed that this was also a rather spacious space.
Before Feng Bujue could finish his sentence, a voice came from the darkness and interrupted him, "How about … we stick to the old rules. I'll go to the surrounding area alone …"
"Gentlemen." A young girl's voice rang out.
This statement caused the three players to break out in cold sweat. Their Terror Points rose to more than fifty percent. Even though Feng Bujue was not afraid, he knew that something was wrong. He thought, Could it be that Little Red Riding Hood is waiting for us here?
Click!
With a soft sound, a small flame appeared in the darkness.
Initially, the flame was only the size of a grain of rice, but for some reason, it expanded rapidly in seconds until it lit up the whole floor …
A small figure in a brown cape appeared in everyone's sight. Her cheeks were red, her clothes were old and thin, and she was barefooted.
At that moment, the little girl was holding a basket in her left hand, and in her right hand … was holding a burning match.
"This does not appear to be Little Red Riding Hood but …" Autumn Wind lowered his voice and wanted to share his speculation.
"Ah … I can see it now." Feng Bujue interrupted him. From his, Hong Hu, and Weighty Words' eyes, they naturally knew who this was.
The little girl walked closer to the players and asked, "I'm sorry, but do you want to buy some matches?"
The four players looked at each other and did not know how to answer.
"Please buy a box of my matches," she repeated in a pleading tone.
Then, Autumn Wind seemed to be reminded of something. He walked forward and took out the magic shoes from his pocket. "Can I use this pair of shoes to trade for a box of matches?"
The little girl looked at the pair of silver magic shoes and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Really? Sir, this pair of shoes looks like they are worth a lot. "She looked like an honest child.
"It's fine. I think this is a fair trade," Autumn Wind replied.
"Okay then, thank you, sir," the little girl replied.
At that moment, the match in her hand went out, and the whole floor returned to darkness.
Autumn Wind's vision darkened, but thankfully, his teammates soon arrived. The flashlight lit up the area around Autumn Wind, but the little girl had disappeared. The shoes in Autumn Wind's hand had also disappeared.
"She's over there." Feng Bujue's eyes were sharp, and he quickly found the clue.
At the spot where the little girl first appeared, there was a box of matches. On the tile, there was a sentence that looked like it had been painted there by smoke. It looked like it was written in Latin, and the system's translation read, 'A sincere act of kindness, without expecting anything in return.'
After reading it, Weighty Words said, "So, that's how it is … The magic shoes are used here. I thought it would be something like 'Cinderella'."
Autumn Wind picked up the match from the ground. "It was a flash of inspiration. I saw that she was not wearing any shoes, so I thought of that."
"A loli fetish and ankle fetish, huh?" Feng Bujue scratched his chin.
"How can you twist everything to such an extent?" Autumn Wind grumbled.
"During the few seconds when the surroundings were completely lit up, did you observe the environment?" Hong Hu pulled the topic back on track.
"Ah, I did. The whole floor is empty, but over there …" He raised his arm to point. "There's a door."
"Hmm … That's the same as my observation," Hong Hu replied. "Then … are we going to go there directly?"
"How about I light another match and we take a look?" Autumn Wind said as he opened the matchbox.
To his surprise, there were only four matches inside.
"Ha! There's no need for that. We'll each take one. "Feng Bujue glanced at the situation inside the matchbox and said directly.
The other three did not say anything. They understood what it meant when the number of plot items was equal to the number of players.
Since that was the case, they would not waste their limited items to illuminate their surroundings. Using the flashlight, the four walked in the direction that Weighty Words had pointed, and they soon arrived at the door.
"An elevator …" Weighty Words looked at the metallic door.
From the outside, the door looked similar to the elevator in the log-in lobby. There was only one button beside the door, and the effect was self-explanatory.
Ding!
After Hong Hu pressed the button, the elevator door opened.
The four entered in a single file. When they entered, they realized that there was nothing in the elevator that they could control.
After five seconds, the door closed on its own. Then the elevator started to move upward. It was unclear whether it was controlled or operated on its own. In any case, in this fantasy scenario, it would not be weird if the elevator had its own consciousness.
It did not take long for it to reach the height of one floor before the elevator stopped, and the door opened on its own.
The players safely stepped into the area of the sixth floor.
"Now that you mention it … My initial prediction about the single and double floors seems to have been very wrong," Hong Hu said as he walked out of the elevator.
"That's true, but …" Autumn Wind said. "From the first floor to this point, the difficulty seems to have been very low. Other than SCP-233, there are no particularly difficult puzzles, and there is not even one battle. "
"That might not be the case." Feng Bujue denied it. "We might have run into several 'instant death' traps, but none of them were triggered. That's why you think it's so easy." "Other than the SCP, the werewolf from earlier was obviously a monster that could have caused us to be wiped out. Other than that … now we know that we should have given the shoes to the little match girl. But … what if we did something wrong, like giving her the wrong thing or not responding to her plea before the match ran out? "
"You have a point," Weighty Words agreed. "In this seemingly harmless scenario, there might be many hidden traps that can instantly wipe out the whole team. We can't be too careless now. "
As the four of them spoke, they had already finished observing the entire sixth floor.
The setting of this floor was similar to the fourth floor, but the environment was different.
The floor of the sixth floor was a muddy swamp, and there was limited space for people to stand on. On the murals on the four walls, there were black forests and heavy mountain shadows. The ceiling above them was painted with a night sky. Other than a few thin clouds, there were many stars in the sky.
At the corner between the ceiling and the two walls, there was a full moon made of paper. The cold moonlight shone down on the swamp.
The path that led up from this floor was relatively clear; it was on the wall opposite from the elevator. There was a stone staircase that led up. The bottom five steps of the staircase extended out from the wall and connected to this three-dimensional space.
On this floor, the area that the players could walk on was limited. Without much choice, they could only step on the relatively dry spots and move up the stairs.
"Be careful of your feet." Hong Hu, who walked at the front, reminded them. "We don't have any items. If we fall into the middle of the swamp, it'll be hard to pull anyone out."
"Hey … did you hear that?" Feng Bujue suddenly said as he lifted his head.
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