Soon, Feng Bujue followed the sound of crying and came to the hospital's nursery.
Brother Jue was familiar with ghost babies. He had encountered them in Ye Jie's high school scenario. At the time, his combat ability was no different from a normal person's, so he could easily deal with the monster. Therefore, at this moment, he was quite confident.
"Sounds like there's more than one …" Feng Bujue walked to the nursery door and realized this problem. "Could it be that someone is trying to open the door and kill me?" He thought to himself. "Do I have to take all the candy before I can open the door?" He titled his head and frowned. "Hmm … Now that I think about it, newborn babies shouldn't be able to eat candy, right? Or perhaps the babies in the monster kingdom are born with super digestive systems?"
He hesitated for a while before pushing the door open. After all, there were no obvious signs of death there. In terms of horror, it was not as obvious as Room 109.
After entering the room, Feng Bujue was faced with a rectangular space of seventy to eighty square meters. There were more than ten mini beds arranged neatly. The beds were surrounded by railings, probably to prevent the babies from rolling down.
After scanning the room with the flashlight, Brother Jue realized … there were only five beds with babies. Four of them were placed at the four corners of the nursery, and the last one was placed on the bed closest to the door.
The four babies were crying, but the one at the door was very quiet …
"Hmm … As the saying goes … a dog that bites does not bark …" Feng Bujue mumbled as he took out the foldable knife. At the same time, he shone the flashlight on the baby closest to him.
In the end, the child actually raised a hand to cover his face and said, "Hey! What are you doing? Are you going to blind me? Move the light away! " His voice was startling. He sounded like a young man in his twenties or thirties. He spoke with a heavy black accent.
For a moment, Feng Bujue thought he was hallucinating because the voice was too comical in this kind of environment. One sentence was enough to wash away all the horror.
"What's going on? Is that you, Chris? " Chris? "He slowly moved the flashlight away and took two steps forward. (Here, Brother Jue made a little joke with his inappropriate sense of humor. The Chris he was talking about was Chris _ Rock.)
"Who?" the baby asked. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm Martin. "
"Uh … I'm sorry …" Feng Bujue finally got a good look at the man's face. The "Martin" in front of him was indeed a baby, but judging from his size, he wasn't a newborn, but a seven or eight-month-old child. His skin was indeed dark, and there was a sharp horn on his head that looked like a lightning rod.
"Are you a security guard here?" Martin looked up at Brother Jue and asked.
"Yes," Feng Bujue replied.
"Oh, you came just in time. Can you shut those four brats up? They're driving me crazy. "Martin sat up and pointed to the other four babies in the four corners of the room. At this moment, those children were still crying.
"Hmm … Then what should I do?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Do you need me to teach you everything? How did you grow up? "Martin replied." Even a blind person can see that they are hungry. Hurry up and find a way to feed them! "
"I see … Do they need to be breastfed?" Brother Jue replied. "Hmm … I know a nurse …" He made a lifting gesture with his hand on his chest. "Maybe she can help …"
"Is there a f * cking hole in your brain?" Martin continued to scold in a rhythmic, rap-like tone. "Don't you even know what babies need to eat?" His words were mixed with the word "F" from time to time, and he was still in the middle of it.
"Wow … Mr. Ma, you're young, but you're quite good at swearing …" Feng Bujue complained.
Martin glared at Feng Bujue and gave him a short middle finger.
"Okay …" Feng Bujue also understood that talking nonsense was not going to continue. He also understood that the children in the Monster Kingdom did not need to be breastfed, so he asked, "Then … what should I feed them?"
"Vomit! What else can it be? "Martin replied matter-of-factly.
"Huh?"
"Are you trying to impress upon me the fact that you're an idiot with that look?" Martin asked.
After a brief moment of shock and hesitation, Brother Jue soon came to a conclusion. He sighed. "Sandwiches … are used like that?" He took a deep breath. "In a way, this scenario is very challenging …"
"What are you mumbling about?" Martin urged and pointed at a corner of the room. "The bottle is there. Spit it out and screw the cap back on. Have I made myself clear enough? Don't tell me you don't even understand what I'm saying? "
"Hmm … It's very clear …" Feng Bujue looked serious and walked toward the direction that Martin was pointing at.
The look in his eyes said that he was ready to sacrifice himself.
The notification of [Side Mission Triggered] rang in his ears.
The sentence 'Use vomit to feed four monster babies' appeared in the mission tab.
A clear mission instruction, a simple mission line that could be completed immediately. None of that was a problem, the only problem was … the content of the mission.
Brother Jue soon walked to a long table by the wall. There was a metal tray on the table, and on the tray were four bottles that looked like milk bottles. Inside the tray and at the bottom of the bottles, there was a sticky liquid with a strange color. It did not look like milk at all …
"Haha … This is so convenient. I don't even need to wash up …" Feng Bujue said as he placed the flashlight on the table. He reached out to open the bottles one by one.
Next was the step of 'creating food' …
"I have to look on the bright side …" Feng Bujue took out the plastic bag from his pocket. When he opened it, a strange smell of rot and mold assaulted his nostrils. "At least I don't have to worry about not having anything in my stomach, and I don't have to dig my throat out."
Brother Jue took out the sandwich and took a bite. His plan was to finish this as soon as possible. He would swallow the thing in three to five bites and then spit it out. But … with the first bite, he felt like he had been tricked.
The disgust of the sandwich was far beyond his expectation. The overflowing juice, the mold that stuck to his teeth, the wiggling maggots … they were all challenges to the limits of human psychology and physiology.
Thriller Paradise had always been good at simulating disgusting substances like this. If this was a normal person … they would have retreated immediately after taking a bite because they would not have been able to withstand this kind of torture.
But Feng Bujue … his eyes soon turned from shock to anger.
He seemed to have made up his mind about something. He moved his jaw violently and used his teeth to grind the unknown substance that was stuck together. He swallowed it all.
Then, after about five seconds, he lowered his head and vomited until the first bottle was full.
"Okay … three more bottles …" He picked up the remaining sandwich with a determined gaze and took another bite.
Just like that, five minutes later, Feng Bujue successfully filled four milk bottles with vomit and attached nipples to the bottles.
"Humph … That's all there is to it! Hahaha! " He laughed like he had just completed a great feat. Then, he ran to a nearby water tank, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his mouth.
Thankfully, the water in the Monster Kingdom … was still water. If something like sulfur leaked out from the pipes, Feng Bujue would not know what to do.
He gulped down water, rinsed his mouth, and retched for a long time before the taste in his mouth disappeared. Then, he took out the chewing gum from his pocket and popped all three into his mouth at once. He chewed furiously.
"Is this quest really for humans?" Brother Jue placed the four bottles on the tray and walked to the first baby in the corner. "Even though I'm playing the role of a monster in the scenario, the system should know that I'm a player, right?"
The next step was much simpler. When the monster babies saw Brother Jue walk over with the 'food', they raised their hands, and their crying turned into babbling noises. Feng Bujue had just reached the bottle out when it was snatched away. Looking at the babies sucking on the liquid inside the bottle with relish, even Brother Jue could not help but turn to look at them.
"Ah … This is much quieter." After the four babies quieted down, Martin, who stood at the door, sighed in relief.
Feng Bujue placed the tray back on the table and walked back to the door. He glanced at the game menu and realized that the quest had not been checked off. It looked like he still had to report back to Martin.
"It feels like … in this universe, or any other universe … there is nothing that I cannot do." Brother Jue sighed as he stood before Martin and said in a light tone. At that moment, he was thinking, If the reward for this quest is trash, I'll stab you to death.
"Well done, brother," Martin said. "If they keep this up, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. By the way, do you have a cigarette?"
Feng Bujue looked at the 'baby' before him with a wooden expression. Then, he silently took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over.
Martin pulled one out and put it in his mouth. Then, he raised his eyes to look at Brother Jue and shrugged.
Since the subtext was obvious, Brother Jue did not say anything. He took out his lighter and lit the cigarette for the man.
"Fuh —" Martin exhaled a ring of smoke. "Ah … I haven't had a puff in a long time."
"This pack is all yours …" Feng Bujue said as he put the cigarette and lighter on the man's small bed.
"Haha … thank you." Martin smiled. His smile was as creepy as it could get. "I think you're a good guy, and you've helped me a lot. I'll give you something as a token of my appreciation."
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