“Ju-ju-ju-ju...Brother Jue...j-j-just...n-n-now...” Wang Tanzhi stammered, his fear level spiking again. Due to the accumulation of fear, even after he calmed down a few seconds later, his fear level didn't return to the lowest zone, but remained around 15%.

Feng Bujue was expressionless and interrupted in a steady tone, "Based on my reasoning, we now have two choices."

"Wh-wh-what?" Wang Tanzhi now needed four syllables to say two words.

"First, you take this knife, rush over there, and slash at whatever you encounter after you turn the corner." Feng Bujue replied, "I'll cover you from behind."

"I choose the second one." Wang Tanzhi's answer was suddenly fluent; he hadn't even heard what the second choice was.

"Actually, I also prefer the second choice." As Feng Bujue spoke, he walked in front of Wang Tanzhi and stood in front of the first door on the right-hand side without any sense of tension, turning the doorknob.

Everyone knows that in horror games, doors are a scary hurdle. No one knows what will be revealed after opening the door. Moreover, there is the classic malicious design of "door kill." It can be said that the danger faced at the moment of opening the door is the same as running towards that corner.

Usually, at this moment, most people would carefully reach out their arms to push the door open, lower their bodies to keep as far away from the door as possible, and be ready to run away at any time. But Feng Bujue's actions at this moment were like rushing to a toilet stall when driven by an urgent need. He strode forward, leaned his upper body forward, and went straight through the door.

There was no light in the room. The light from the corridor shone in, and the scene inside the room was terrifying.

This was a hospital room of about ten square meters. The cabinet in the corner was overturned, as was the trash can in the corner. There were many sundries scattered on the ground, but most of them seemed to be useless garbage, such as torn rags, waste paper, broken flower pots, some soiled cotton swabs, broken glass medicine bottles, etc... The sheets on the hospital bed were torn, and the entire room was filled with the smell of blood. Almost every place illuminated by the light was stained with blood.

"The training mode becomes an invisible option when the player reaches level five. Obviously, this mode is designed for novices and allows players to level up to level five safely." As Feng Bujue spoke, he came to the cabinet, turned it around, and searched for the things left inside. "Those 'pro players,' after finishing the tutorial, probably only play the training mode once at most, or simply don't play it and directly enter the single-player survival mode. Because these players must have read the relevant game instructions beforehand, they know that the rewards for this kind of mode, which only rewards experience, are definitely far worse than the official survival mode."

Feng Bujue found an unopened syringe in the cabinet. He glanced at its attributes and put it directly into his bag: "Judging from the rewards, the training mode is even worse than the tutorial, so I think its difficulty is basically similar to the tutorial. As long as the player isn't scared offline, they can clear the level even without solving any puzzles." At this moment, he actually bent down and sniffed the scent of the broken medicine bottle. "Actually, we don't have to enter these doors to explore at all. We can just chase after that black shadow and continue the game. I think it will take at most twenty minutes, and after experiencing several battles that are likely to lose survival points, we can finish this script."

"Then why did you come in?" Wang Tanzhi asked.

"I said, there are two choices, and you chose the second one without even listening." Feng Bujue unfolded the paper balls on the ground one by one and held them under the light to examine them. "The second choice is to solve the puzzle."

"Hey...didn't you just say..."

"I said you can clear the level without solving the puzzle, but I didn't say there are no puzzles to solve." Feng Bujue interjected, "It's just that even if we solve the puzzle, we won't get any Skill Points." He continued to examine the papers, his expression unchanged. "But solving the puzzle at least has one advantage, which is that it can reduce the difficulty of clearing the level. To put it simply...use intelligence to share some of the work that requires physical strength." As he said that, he picked out a piece of paper and handed it to Wang Tanzhi, saying, "Take a look at what this is."

"This is..." Wang Tanzhi took the paper, looked at it for a few seconds, and then asked, "A medical record?"

[Name: Medical Record of Unidentified Person]

[Type: Plot-Related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can this be taken out of the script: No]

[Note: Several parts of this paper are obscured by blood.]

"This is your area of expertise." Feng Bujue said, then raised the stack of papers he had in his hand, "I'll look at this pile."

Wang Tanzhi only glanced at it and felt his scalp tingle. On the top sheet of the stack that Feng Bujue was holding was a strange human face.

The two came to the brightly lit corridor and looked at them for about three or four minutes. Wang Tanzhi looked very carefully, because many parts of the medical record were covered by blood, so he had to guess as he looked. Feng Bujue, on the other hand, was just skimming through them, quickly scanning one sheet after another. He was a reading addict and read everything very quickly, and his memory, comprehension, and reasoning were all very efficient. In addition, the content of these papers didn't scare him, so in his eyes, this was similar to looking at illustrations in an ordinary magazine.

"Are you done looking at it?" Feng Bujue asked first.

Wang Tanzhi's gaze was still on the medical record. He thought for a while and replied, "It's a male, twelve years old...still a child."

Feng Bujue stroked his chin: "Oh...a Young Pioneer." No one knew how his mind worked...

"Hmm...leukemia, hospitalized for quite a long time, but..." Wang Tanzhi put down the medical record. "Judging from the medical record, his days are numbered..." He raised his head, his eyes shifting to the end of the corridor again. "He's already become a ghost, right..."

Feng Bujue said, "Not necessarily. There are three doors here. We only know that the first room is possibly the hospital room of the boy in the medical record, but we can't be sure if the shadow we just saw was him." He handed the stack of papers in his hand to Wang Tanzhi. "You don't need to look at them carefully, just look at the attributes." After a second, he added, "These papers have six different faces drawn on them, and each sheet has a number in one corner."

[Name: Human Face Sketches*6]

[Type: Plot-Related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can this be taken out of the script: No]

[Note: These drawings were obviously made by the same person. This item can be split or stacked, and when stacked, it is considered one item.]

"I'm getting more and more confused..." Wang Tanzhi said.

Feng Bujue nodded: "That's normal, the clues to solve the puzzle are obviously not enough yet." As he spoke, he walked towards the second room. "Also, I have another hypothesis. This idea is also why I want to clear the level after solving the puzzle." He pushed open the second door, saying at the same time, "I believe that at least one piece of formal equipment can be found in these three hospital rooms."