Chapter 169: Despicable me (1)

[Insane, Level 18]
[Please select the game mode you want to join. 】
[You choose the single-person survival mode (nightmare), please confirm. 】
[It has been confirmed that the script is being generated...]
[Load start, please wait a moment. 】
"Welcome to the thriller paradise." The voice of this time made the seal a little surprised, because it turned out to be his own voice.
[Loading is complete, currently you are working on a single-person survival mode (nightmare). 】
[This mode provides a brief introduction to the script and has a chance to have a spur/hidden mission and a special worldview. 】
[Screen Customs Clearance: Randomly select one of the available fine grade equipment. 】
[A brief introduction to the script will be played, and the game will start immediately after the playback is completed. 】
The customs clearance reward under the nightmare difficulty is really very powerful. The last time the Pingtian script's clearance reward is to draw two puzzle cards at a time, this time it is directly taking the equipment. However, I still want to stop this script, mainly to kill the relatively non-sleep mode game time from 10:30 to midnight. For the customs clearance prospect, he is not very optimistic...
[Overlapping time and space, the game of death, the endless horror, the nightmare of reincarnation. 】
Without the title cg, the system voice only gave this inexplicable words. When the voice fell, the seal was already standing in a corridor and was free to move.
The floors and walls of the corridor are all woody, and the planks that feel very thick are not like the ones that can be worn. The overall color of the corridor is brown and cannot be said to be spotless. But it is still relatively clean, at least not with the smell of mold and the dirty things in the big beach. Lighting is on top of the head. Every other distance there is a ceiling light embedded in the ceiling. Looking forward, there are no dazzling wallpapers, no carpets, no decorations or thresholds. This is a very monotonous corridor.
"Ah... this is a brief introduction to the script..." After listening to the sentence, he reached out and searched his pocket. If there was a walkman in his pocket at the moment, there was a message left on the tape. That thing is better understood.
"Hello. I don't know, I want to play a game with you."
Suddenly, the voice sounded, and it was really the iconic, hoarse voice of the chainsaw. Unconsciously, he looked up and saw the corner of the ceiling and the wall. The height was nearly three meters. There was a camera probe and a square broadcast speaker.
"The guy with the chainsaw door is coming again..." Feng did not notice the camera. A face with a strong expression of pressure.
The voice paused for a second and continued: "All the time, you have solved the mystery as a pleasure, and firmly believe that there are rules and answers for any game.
Collecting information and unfolding reasoning have become your habits and hobbies, you think. In addition to the purely forceful conflict that must be avoided, as long as you are willing to use your mind, you can solve everything.
But you will soon realize that your thoughts may not be correct.
At this moment, a toxin has been lurking in your body..."
When I heard this sentence. Unexpectedly, I opened the game menu and saw that I really had the status of [poisoning]. This is the same situation as when he last encountered a chainsaw.
"Once the poison is sent, you will be directly judged as a failure to clear the customs, even if the scp-500 can not lift the toxin." The voice immediately said such a sentence, and instantly denied the first thought of the moment at this moment. A countermeasure that dispelled the idea of ​​eating a panacea.
"You have a total of ninety-two minutes to find four unique chemicals, and you can get the antidote by mixing the four medicines." The voice began to read the rules: "In this time, You will meet some people and witness some things. What you see and hear may change your actions and interfere with your judgment."
At this time, I have already used [decision wins thousands of miles] and want to view the information of the boss. However, nothing has been shown...
"As your old friend, I will give you special privileges, so that you will be free from the drag of combat factors and concentrate on solving puzzles." The voice finally said: "Now, the game begins."
[You have obtained special items2]
[The main line task has been triggered]
[Looking for chemical agents (0/4)]
The seal is still pondering the meaning of the "old friend", and the system prompts have appeared one after another.
"Old friend?" Fengshou said: "Is that the guy in the chainsaw before? The boss who can pass the quest items between the two scripts?" He turned to think: "Oh... no, that script. In the middle, I played a reporter named Arthur Siegel, but this time he directly called me to seal (mad) and didn't feel it... The names have changed and they are old friends?"
I didn’t think about it, but when I opened the menu and looked at the bag, I wanted to whisper what the so-called
special preferential treatment
would be.
As a result... he saw something that was incredible.
[Name: One Shot Killer Pistol]
[Type: Weapon]
[Quality: Legend]
[Attack power:? ? ? 】
[Attribute: None]
[Special effects: must kill]
[Equipment conditions: shooting specialization f]
[Can you bring out the script: No]
[Note: This gun has an infinite number of bullets, and any part of it cannot be disassembled or filled. When shooting, only one bullet can be fired for the current target. As long as you aim at the target and pull the trigger, the bullet will hit, and you will kill. 】
The first thought when I saw this thing was that when the script was over, I had to scare the property changes in the box and the price.
The second item, the extra item, is equally shocking:
[Name: Contra Medal4]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Legend]
[Function: Can replace the player to bear death (can not be traded, discarded, or taken out of the bag)]
[Can you bring out the script: No]
[Remarks: Strange, why not 30? Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, b, a...]
"Hey...what's the situation..." I didn't feel the two items. The corner of the mouth twitched: "This is not an old friend's problem, but the pro-son is just that!" He paused: "Look at this... This level is a pure puzzle. And it's hard to be like... ..."
I didn’t know what I’ve just heard in my mind: there’s not much intelligence at the moment, and there are some inexplicable situations, such as: This boss has given me four lives, plus a weapon that will kill. Didn't think of giving me a timepiece like a watch? This is a full ninety-two minutes. Does this guy know even the things I can count on time? Wait... He seems to know what else in my bag and the effects of those things, otherwise how can I declare that scp-500 is invalid in advance?
I didn’t think it’s too long, I just took the time to move forward. From entering the script. By listening to the rules, then observing the items, thinking about them, etc., in fact, it took him less than five minutes.
Originally... I didn’t feel that I had to go through the customs when I was in this nightmare difficulty, but now, the situation is different. The voice in the broadcast was successfully seduce... Oh no. It is arousing his interest. You can say that he is a dregs with only five fighting powers. He won't be angry at all, but you can't say that he can't solve puzzles, and he still gives him such powerful items, and puts on a pair of "forgive you can't pass the customs". Attitude comes.
Unexpectedly, this kind of person who reads and adds reasoning encounters this kind of provocation. Definitely have to play. He decided to solve all the puzzles, rushed to the boss in front of him, and said with a contemptuous look: "Hand over your knees." Only to be satisfied, can you stop.
............
The place where you first stood still, behind the wall. So he has only one way to go.
Going all the way, it took another five or six minutes. The scenery in the corridor remains unchanged, repeating it over and over again. At this time, no matter how you look ahead or look backwards, it is as symmetrical as a mirror. If the player closes his eyes and turns a few laps, it is estimated that he can't tell where it came from.
For another time, there was finally a slightly wider space in front of the corridor. This is a fan-shaped area, directly connected to the corridor, without the door panel, through the mouth, the walls on both sides extend obliquely toward the front side.
Opposite is a curved wall. Every half a meter or so on the wall, there is an entrance, a total of four. These entrances have door frames and door panels, and they are all open at the moment. At the back of the four doors, there is an identical corridor that I have just walked through.
"Cut... What is this? I thought it would be a complicated labyrinth. How difficult is the puzzle? Isn't it four roads, where are the four bottles of potions? Then set a room at the end of each road. What kind of secret self-mutilation game, oh... What's so rare?" Feng Shuai said disdainfully, it is quite uncomfortable to vent.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the voice of someone running, listen carefully, it was a rush of footsteps and a heavy breathing...
The sound came from the farthest first door in front, from far to near. When approaching a certain distance, it may be that the runner has seen someone standing outside the exit, and he started shouting, but shouted Actually: "All wrong! You are all wrong!"
I couldn’t help but hear the shouting, I felt like I met. However, in order to be on the safe side, he still took out the pipe wrench with one hand and a shot of a killer pistol in one hand. It can be said that it is necessary to kill and kill, and it is necessary to kill and kill. No matter who comes and what to do, at least it is impossible to let himself die.
But a few seconds later, when the fugitive rushed into the sector from the corridor behind the first door, the seal stopped.
It was a man in a long purple suit with multiple blood on his body and bruised and bruised... and the man’s looks were the same as the seal.
[You will meet some people, witness some things, what you see and hear, may change your actions and interfere with your judgment. 】
The sentence I heard earlier flashed in my mind...
"You..." The seal is still relatively calm at the moment, and there must be a reasonable explanation for the scene in front of him. This guy who looks like himself is probably a phantom, or a robot, a copying person, and some kind of imitation ability. Monsters, etc... This is a nightmare script for the Horror Paradise, and any settings are possible. Even the surrounding world is the psychological world of a mental patient, there is no reason to panic.
The cover that was covered with wounds was not seen when I saw this. However, he did not show any surprise. He seemed to know that the other party was here, so he would shout out when he approached the door. At this moment, he immediately shouted: "You don't want to..."
boom--
A gunshot, the seal that escaped from the first door, was hit by a bullet shot from behind, and the bullet hit the neck, and a shot through the neck made him I didn't tell the content behind "You don't want to..." before you die.
Unconsciously, I watched another one being shot down. Hurry up and rush forward, his first reaction is to use scp-500 and survival value supplements together to see if he can save the other party and let him finish his words.
I didn't expect that my first step was to step out. I hadn't had time to take the item out of the bag. The seal of the gun was turned into white light. This is another scene of his own death. It is the same as the real player over...
"Is he just an illusion? Or..." The unconscious thoughts are turning sharply like a storm. [Overlapping time and space, the game of death, the endless horror, the nightmare of reincarnation] This passage flashed in an instant, "... still Me coming back from another timeline?"
His gaze was removed from the already empty floor. Looking at the first door, the now-unconscious line of sight and the corridor behind the door showed an obtuse angle of about one hundred and twenty degrees. He was still thinking about what the killing was in his head: " If it is me, the Contra Medal should work. Perhaps the resurrection of the medal is to transfer the player to white light. Or, this 'I' has used up all four medals. ?"
I can't help but hold my breath. Listen to the sound in the corridor. He did not dare to rush out, because the weapon used by the other party was a gun. And the shooting method is obviously a god. In this angle, I am still safe, but if I look out, maybe it will...
"No... If that's 'I', why is it dead? Can a bullet hitting the neck get me? Is the supplement on 'I' running out? And the survival value has already bottomed out? "He read this, and he was shocked: "[A shot will kill a pistol]!"
The seal instinctively held the gun in his hand tighter: "Is it also me?" He moved forward a few steps, leaning against the wall next to the first door, hidden behind the door. "Hey! The one who shot! Are you me?" He yelled at it and asked a question that sounded very unreasonable.
The sound transmission effect of these corridors is a bit strange. Even a very subtle sound can be transmitted far, but the voice can only spread to medium and short distances without causing echoes.
The seal snorted and said: "If you are not me, how about going back?"
No one responded to him...
Listen carefully, from the sound of the gun to the present, there was no movement in the corridor, including the footsteps of the shooter. So there is a great possibility that at the moment in the corridor, standing, squatting or holding a man, holding a gun in his hand, aiming at the entrance to the first door in a rock-solid manner, waiting for the outside person Can't help but look at the head and take it with a shot.
I don’t know that I understand that the people he just saw are not necessarily themselves in different timelines. It’s probably just that he wants more, maybe it’s really a phantom to confuse the audience, and the shooter also Just a remote elite monster. It's even possible... there are no shooters in that corridor. The gunshots and another one's own death are just an illusion, a kind of drama. Anyway, the bodies are gone now, and there are no bullet holes around. How can I prove that these have happened?
"Well... do you want to take a look, confirm it..." Feng did not feel the heart, but he thought again... In case, my speculation is correct? If the corridor in the present is really the future of yourself, then... what will happen?
"If that is me, and it will be me soon, he will know the process of decision-making and thinking that I am about to make. Whether I am thinking, thinking backwards or even thinking, he knows what I will eventually do." The unconscious mind is getting more and more chaotic: "Well... but why didn't he talk to me, why should he kill another one? What did he experience, or what I will experience in a while, causing him to chase himself Own?"
"What is the meaning of 'you are all wrong'..."Don't do it again?" The cold sweat has come down: "The handsome guy who was killed, and the handsome guy who killed him, which time is in the end?" The line is relatively backward, which is doing the right thing?
He has been experiencing this dilemma for the first time since playing the game, as if he was not thinking about it:
Oh...hehe...
ten seconds Afterwards, Feng did not feel sneer: "I can only give me the hardship, or only myself." He made a very narcissistic remark, and made up his mind, put away his weapon and shouted: "No matter where there is No one, is it me, I am surrendering to you now. I will slowly come out. If you want to communicate with me, let's talk. If you feel that you must kill me, then do it!"
When he said it, he moved to the first entrance. At this moment, he chose to believe in himself. He believed in his own speculations and believed in his own decisions.
Of course, the most important thing is that he has the Contra Medal on his body.
It seems to be a bit of a comprehension at this moment, why did he get four medals and a pistol. I am afraid these are just the basic conditions for the clearance of this script...