If a human wanted to survive in the wilderness, other than the most basic physical condition, there were a few other things that were required.
First, a healthy body.
Second, a strong psychological endurance.
Third, enough survival knowledge.
Only those who had these three things were qualified to compete with Mother Nature in the harsh environment.
And the character that Feng Bujue was playing did not fit these requirements.
The second and third requirements were nothing for Brother Jue. His mentality and intelligence were his own, but the problem lay in the first requirement — a healthy body.
Feng Bujue originally thought that … the people who participated in this show would not have reached the stage of addiction, but after experiencing it in person, he understood … drug addicts would not be able to survive in the wilderness. Even if they were allowed to stay in a relatively comfortable and civilized world, they would not be able to do anything.
"Ha … Phew … What the f * ck …" At that moment, Feng Bujue was gasping for air as he staggered through the forest. "I've been walking for twenty minutes, and I've only covered this distance …" He glanced at the game menu. "But my Stamina Points have dropped by one thousand points …"
Brother Jue leaned against a tree and gasped. "Phew … My stamina is weaker than a normal person, and it is much weaker …" He shook his head. "The worst thing is … this' withdrawal reaction 'won't stop … Ha … Ah …" As he said that, he yawned, and at the same time … tears and saliva flowed down his face.
"Phew!" Brother Jue spat out the unknown salty liquid in his mouth and used his sleeve to wipe his face. "Phew … This can't go on … It's getting more and more uncomfortable. Dizziness, chills, and fever … I can endure those, but the soreness in my limbs is slowly turning into numbness, and the nausea in my stomach is progressing toward pain … This is not a good sign, and the large amount of sweat … This will cause the loss of water … "
Feng Bujue understood that he had two choices. One was to rest where he was and use his willpower to push through this wave of withdrawal; two was to find something that could relieve the pain on his body as soon as possible.
"Hmm … Even though I want to take the initiative …" Brother Jue's vision was getting blurry, but he tried his best to look around, trying to find some clues. "But there are no clues around here …"
Just as he was about to sit down, suddenly …
"Rustle …" Two animal growls came from the forest.
Feng Bujue did not dare to be careless, and he immediately turned to the source of the sound.
However, the things that entered his line of sight made him wonder if he was hallucinating because of his drug addiction.
Tap … Tap …
The animal slowly moved its hooves and walked past Brother Jue. It did not have any interest in the human not far away, nor did it have the slightest hint of fear.
"You must be kidding …" Feng Bujue thought he was seeing things, and he quickly rubbed his eyes. But it turned out that … he was not mistaken.
The animal that walked past him was actually a zebra (Once found in South Africa, it became extinct in 1883). Its whole body was brown, no different from a normal horse, except for the zebra stripes on its head, neck, and shoulders.
"What kind of horse is this …" Brother Jue knew very little about this extinct animal, and he had never seen it before. He complained in his heart, "This horse family is really messy …"
While he was thinking, he picked up the military shovel, quietly circled behind the horse, and slowly approached.
"Brother Ma, don't blame me …" Feng Bujue whispered to himself, "After I get rid of you, I will have enough food for the next three days. If I can solve the food problem at the beginning of the competition, it will undoubtedly give me a big advantage. And the extra food can be used as a bargaining chip … "
As he spoke, he was already two meters away from his prey.
Just as Brother Jue was about to make his move, but before he could, the zebra suddenly seemed to notice something. In the next second, it raised its head, neighed, and started to run.
The three hundred and fifty kilograms guy ran away at lightning speed, turned around, and ran through the forest … In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, only the sound of its hooves could be heard.
At this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly realized … what he just did was extremely dangerous. If he didn't succeed in his first attack (Considering the physique of a drug addict, this possibility was quite high), and instead hurt or angered the beast that was four times heavier than a human, then he would be in big trouble … Being knocked over or bitten would be considered a light injury, but if the horse turned around and kicked him, he would probably die on the spot …
"This is not good …" Brother Jue covered his forehead with one hand and tried to adjust his breathing. "It seems that the 'withdrawal reaction' has affected my thinking …"
At this point, Feng Bujue realized the real horror of the [Withdrawal Reaction]. The symptoms not only caused discomfort on the surface, but also on the neurological level.
For example, in the three minutes just now, Feng Bujue's "memory and behavior" were interfered … His brain's memory, attention, calculation, and judgment were all temporarily reduced. His thinking became slow and dull, accompanied by the phenomenon of memory confusion.
This led to … During that time, he subconsciously thought that he still had unrestricted fighting ability. Therefore, he picked up the military shovel and wanted to kill the horse without thinking …
Of course, the thought interference effect of the [Withdrawal Reaction] would disappear …
This debuff was actually very interesting — it was random, phased, and uncertain. Although it included all the symptoms of a drug addiction, these effects would not all take effect at once.
Anyway, every few minutes to ten minutes, the debuff's effect would change. As for how it would change … only God knew. When the next change occurred, it might only have the "loss of appetite" effect left, but it was also possible that seven or eight effects would take effect at the same time, just like what Brother Jue was experiencing now.
"Hmm … If that's the case, I can't stop and rest …" Feng Bujue thought for about a minute and decided to continue moving forward. "I have to find a place to hide the marijuana as soon as possible … Otherwise, I'll become an idiot …" He did not know that the debuff had a change effect. He only thought that the situation would worsen further.
Therefore, Brother Jue forced himself to stay alert and tried his best to focus as he staggered deeper into the forest.
After walking for another five minutes, his Stamina Points had dropped to 17344600. The effect of the [Withdrawal Reaction] also refreshed at this time.
"What's going on … After walking for a while, I feel much better." Feng Bujue, who was freed from the mental interference, soon noticed this. "Could it be … the effect of this debuff will … What the f * ck!"
At that moment, it was not a sudden realization but a sudden stench that interrupted his train of thought.
"A dead body …" That was Feng Bujue's first reaction.
His reaction represented the reaction of most players. For players who had spent some time in Thriller Paradise, they had the ability to recognize the smell of dead bodies and blood instantly, be it in-game or in real life. In a way, they had mastered a new skill.
"Haha … This is great …" Brother Jue was overjoyed when he smelled the stench. He picked up his pace and ran toward the source of the stench.
As he expected, he found a dead body next to a large tree about ten meters away.
It was a male body. He was only wearing a pair of underpants and a pair of handcuffs around his wrists. By then, the decomposition of the body was quite serious, and the flesh showed signs of having been gnawed on by animals.
"Death by asphyxiation … green spots of decay … bloated abdomen … no human footprints nearby …" When Feng Bujue inspected the body, many pieces of information flashed in his mind, and they were turned into puzzle pieces by his instinct. "Two types of bite marks … coyotes … unknown creatures … scavengers?"
In less than ten seconds, Brother Jue had completed his preliminary investigation of the crime scene. He spat with displeasure. "Tsk … the weather is too hot, and the body has been damaged by animals. Now it's hard to tell the time and cause of death …" Then he could not help but think, "Sigh … if only Xiao Tan was here. After all, he's a professional …"
"Wait a minute …" Two seconds later, Feng Bujue was startled. "Humph … why am I analyzing that? This is a television show." With that in mind, he was enlightened. "The whole island is under the surveillance of the program team, and everything on the island … is naturally arranged by the program team."
After figuring that out, Brother Jue re-examined the dead body before him, and as expected, he found something. "Ah … I see. No wonder there are only footprints of wild beasts around here, but not his own … "His expression changed slightly." This body was transported here … and those who transported it had already cleaned up their footprints before they left. "
"Then … what is the purpose of the program team to leave a male body here? The message they want to send to the contestants is …" Feng Bujue used his fingers to touch his forehead and nose. "Hmm … the body's posture is obviously meaningless. When they left the body here, they should have known that it would be turned over by the animals." He paused and said, "Based on this train of thought … tattoos, words in blood, and carving out flesh to provide clues are undoubtedly unreliable. After all, no one can predict where the animal will bite."
Finally, Feng Bujue's eyes locked onto two things — underpants and handcuffs.
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