“You love your job, a job that requires a strong sense of career and mission. You have recorded countless gory realities with your camera and called on people to pick up their conscience and stop being numb. But do you care about it yourself? Are you a hypocrite hiding under a mask of hypocrisy, or are you a real fighter?
At this moment, some kind of toxin is spreading inside you, eating away at your life, and when you wake up, your metabolism will speed up this process, and you have about forty minutes to find out the only exit from this place. Let’s see if the man who has been hiding behind the camera and his conscience will help him return to his family.
Live or die, make your choice.”
Feng Bujue was already standing up when he heard half of it, observing the situation around him. He was still wearing the game player’s default black body shirt and pants, and according to a gimmick played from time to time in a movie, he also deliberately checked his trouser pocket, but it was still empty. The things inside the travel bag also did not change, still only the plastic syringe.
“Choose your mother!” Feng Bujue cursed after listening to the recording, he was in single player mode anyway, and the system didn’t stop him from talking dirty. He then went from the menu to observe the properties of the walkman: [Name: Walkman with built-in tape
Name: Walkman with built-in tapes
Type: Plot-related
Quality: worn out
Function: Play the recordings from the tapes
【Whether you can bring out the play: No
[Remark: You better believe the contents of the tape]
This was probably another plot item that would only be used once. Although Feng Bujue had memorized every word in the recording, he listened to it again just to be cautious and didn’t care about the one or two minutes of time.
After listening for the second time, he put the Walkman in his bag, considering that there might be more than one tape in this script, it was safer to take it with him.
The space in front of him was spacious, the roof was about twelve meters or more off the ground, near the top, and there were some very large exhaust fans that could see the sunlight coming in from outside, but there was nothing to climb near there. The roof of the warehouse is vaulted, and looking up you can see many brackets that are level with the ground, with lamps on them, which are also lit at the moment. The walls were sturdy, a layer of metal panels on the surface or perhaps a brick wall inside, but either way, Feng Bujue was clearly powerless to break and escape.
The system will not generate the kind of script that can end immediately in two or three minutes, assuming that Feng Bujue is carrying two strikes of [Explosive God’s Fist] that have not yet been consumed, and his fighting expertise has reached F, then the system will definitely change the format of the script or make the warehouse walls twice as thick as they are now. Because in that premise, theoretically Feng Bujue has the possibility to escape directly by skill. Although the success rate of each punch is only 20%, and he can’t be sure how thick the wall is before he throws the first punch, the theoretical possibility still exists.
The system is bound to kill that possibility when generating the script, such as Wang Sighzhi at this moment, he will never encounter this kind of script. In short, any script that relies on the initial state of the character entering the script to pass immediately, no matter how small the odds are, the system will never generate it.
Feng Bujue walked forward, there are many containers in the middle of the warehouse, the highest stacked to three floors, but there is still a considerable distance from the roof. The containers were connected at the beginning and end, arranged very closely, forming the only pathway in front of Feng Bujue.
Hmm… a bad premonition. “Feng Bujue naturally didn’t mean to be afraid, he just wasn’t very optimistic about the rewards that could be obtained in this script. He believes that even for other normal people, this script taken from “The Saw” will not cause too much shock value fluctuation.
In Saw’s killer games, the element of terror is mainly “time”. In these games, the threat is visible, the fear rises with the imminent death, and there is no sudden situation that can cause a person’s scare value to spike. Moreover, in the movie, the way to escape is often “self-harm”. Only the combination of physical pain and time pressure can make people fail. But the most a player in Thrillyland can take is a hammer hit to his finger, even if it hits every bone in his body at the same time
Furthermore …… but anyone who has seen the series knows that the purpose of the vertical saw is not to kill, but to “save people”, he used pain to save those who do not cherish life, so that they re-examine life and appreciate the preciousness of life. As long as you follow the “rules of the game” and dare to do it to yourself, you will definitely have a way to live.
Considering these factors, Feng Bujue has basically determined that the difficulty of the script should be focused on “puzzle solving”.
The system does not create a situation where the player is certain to die, at least not in (normal) difficulty mode. The difficulty of all plays is set by the system based on the player’s character strength, with multiplayer modes increasing the difficulty appropriately
The system can only give such a script when facing Feng Bujue, a guy whose character strength is similar to that of the first level except for his physical ability value. With his current state, let him fight is impossible, generate monsters or BOSSes that meet the level four player, that he alone is certainly unable to beat. So the way through became clear, either you solve the puzzle, or you’re like the gamers in the movie, take the survival value to hard, can’t top it and hang.
In a short time, Feng Bujue followed the pathway discharged by the container and came to the side of a wall with an arrow painted on it, pointing to a door blocked by the container diagonally, leaving a very narrow gap in front of the door, just enough for a person to enter sideways.
Feng Bujue looked at the survival and fitness values in the menu and they were almost full. I’m afraid the survival value will get lower and lower as the “toxin” kicks in, but the fitness value is nothing to worry about.
He settled down and adjusted his breathing, and knew very well that the moment he opened the door, he would start a “saw” game, and from this moment on it was time to concentrate.
A few steps to the side, push open the door, he entered a new room. When he pushed the door, he heard a “click” in his ear, obviously something behind the door frame was triggered, and a few seconds later, the new room was lit up. After Feng Bujue stepped completely into the room, the door closed on its own. I don’t know if this is part of the mechanism or a corrective action of the system.
In the middle of the room there was a very small wooden chair, on which sat a doll in a black suit, holding a newspaper in its hand. The doll’s body shape resembles that of a child, with a Shin face, strange haircut, white face, black sclera, blood-red pupils, a spiral of red at each cheekbone, and wide, thin, brilliant red lips.
This face suddenly appeared in front of the eyes in the middle of the night, perhaps quite frightening, but at the moment, unless the doll popped up to bite people, nothing would feel afraid.
“Hello Arthur, coming here means you didn’t choose to sit around and wait for death, so listen to the rules.” The recording in the belly of the doll played automatically when the door opened, “You should have seen a working machine ……”
Feng Bujue’s eyes moved to a machine not far away that was about the size of a washing machine, and above the machine, there was a round opening the size of a plate, enough to stick a person’s head in, and from inside that hole came the sound of some kind of part being in operation. Feng Bujue took a few steps closer to see, and could see that there were two rows of gears at a depth of about half a meter from the round mouth, which fit quite tightly in the middle, leaving only a gap. These two rows of gears are turning inward from both sides, such as two combined waterfalls, although it does not look fast, but the torque is very strong, with the power of this machine, to crush wood and even scrap iron is also more than enough.
Above the machine, just near the round mouth, there is a countdown timer, the time is set to five minutes, and already going. Next to the timer, there is a meter with the unit KG, and at the moment the needle is pointing to zero.
“This machine can crush objects or it can open the door to the next room for you, and all you have to do is throw enough weight of the substance inside. When you put in an object of more than fifteen kilograms, the door will open. If you make a smart move and cut off the power or wait until that timer runs out of time, this machine will stop running ……”
Feng Bujue’s eyes had moved elsewhere, he was looking for something to throw in, obviously, other than that little wooden chair and doll ……
“That iron cage is welded to the ground, and inside is a Tibetan macaque that has been subjected to deep anesthesia, and it weighs 10 kilograms. Of course, the first thing you do next should be to throw the doll and this chair in first, but unfortunately, the combined weight of these two items is 7.5 kg ……”
Feng Bujue picked up the newspaper in the doll’s hand, and the headline on it was “They’re not your dinner!” The photo at the bottom was of a small monkey prostrate in a metal cage, looking out with the animal’s characteristic look of help. The author of the story is undoubtedly Arthur Seeger.
“You have reduced the poachers to nothing and referred to those who buy wildlife products as rich executioners. But in your travels under the guise of interviews, you have enjoyed many a fine meal featuring protected animals, your wife has more than one fur coat in her closet, and you have witnessed the killing of those animals, but only watched indifferently.
Now you have a chance to experience what it’s like to be a real executioner. Whether to trade the life of this animal for your own survival, make a choice, Arthur.”
The recording ends abruptly here, while Feng Bujue is still reading the newspaper, his old problem is back, he actually wants to read this system fictional report to the end ……
