Chapter 139 The Fifteenth Containment Room

Feng Bujue did not hesitate; he faced the light source and walked several meters before stepping into a spacious and bright space.

The instant he left the "sandbox," another system prompt rang in his ears.

[All restrictions on your character have been lifted]

Brother Jue had played many scenarios with limited abilities, but this was the first time he had heard such a prompt halfway through…

It seemed the system really wanted him to settle the Foundation; this also proved, from another angle, that the Foundation in this dimension was very powerful, and their intervention had already made it impossible for the system to operate normally.

Therefore, the system had sent a jinx who could even break through the sandbox to confront the Foundation head-on.

"Stop!"

Feng Bujue's eyes had just adjusted to the surrounding light when he heard a stern shout.

Unsurprisingly, the moment he stepped into this space, he was targeted by dozens of weapons.

Brother Jue looked in the direction of the voice, at the dozens of fully armed assault team members in front of him, and quickly identified the speaker.

Although these people were dressed the same and all wore full-coverage helmets that hid their faces, the speaker had an extra epaulet on his shoulder and his weapon was slightly different from the other team members'; with a little observation, it was not difficult to guess that he was the captain of this assault team.

"Raise your hands and put them behind your head!" Two seconds later, the captain shouted another instruction.

"Humph…" Feng Bujue heard this and sneered. Then… he raised his hands and placed them behind his head as instructed.

"Now, don't move." Seeing that Brother Jue was very cooperative, the other party didn't waste any more words and proceeded directly according to the standard procedure.

Before long, two assault team members, under the captain's instructions, stepped forward and put handcuffs on Feng Bujue.

"Ho~ this design is a first for me…" After being handcuffed with his hands behind his back, Brother Jue immediately turned his head to look at his wrists.

He was a bit curious about these handcuffs, as they were undoubtedly a new type of product manufactured with future technology.

"The material used is definitely not metal, it feels like some kind of nanomaterial…" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "After being locked, it automatically adjusts according to the thickness of the person's wrist, tightly securing the hands." He tried to struggle gently a few times, "The material combines the dual advantages of toughness and strength, completely sealing off the thumb dislocation method, and… even if the handcuffed person gets tools, they won't be able to bend their wrist to the right angle to pick the lock."

While Brother Jue was studying the handcuffs, the assault team captain was speaking into the communicator on his shoulder.

Even if Feng Bujue didn't hear it with his own ears, he could guess that the other party's lines were roughly: "Target subdued, requesting further instructions," and so on.

"Take him to Containment Room Fifteen first." Sure enough, a dozen seconds later, the captain finished communicating and gave the order.

"Go." The team members responsible for escorting Brother Jue immediately shook their gun muzzles slightly, urging him to move forward.

Feng Bujue remained silent; he only glanced back at the door he had just stepped out of, and finally peered at the dark space inside the door.

Then, he followed the instructions of the assault team members and started walking.

"The guns these guys have seem to be energy weapons…" He mused as he walked, "Have I come to a world that has eliminated 'bullets'…"

…………

Fifteen minutes later, Feng Bujue had been escorted into a room.

After the assault team members drove him inside, the room's door closed automatically.

Unlike the cement environments in the previous scenarios, this base… was full of metal products.

Not only the door, but the room itself was also made of an alloy that Feng Bujue could not identify.

In addition, judging from the sound of air valves when the door closed, the air pressure, oxygen content, and so on in this room were all controllable.

"Hmm… not easy to handle…" The first thing Feng Bujue did after entering this "containment room" was to carefully observe this twenty-square-meter space all around. As a result, he found… the six sides of this room could be described as impeccable; even the lighting strips embedded in the walls were seamlessly integrated.

"Has the level of technology reached the point where surveillance and ventilation/pressure control equipment can all be hidden inside the walls…" Thinking of this, Brother Jue turned his gaze to the only door in the containment room. "When opening and closing the door just now, the people escorting me didn't do anything, and there were no keyholes or operation panels or anything like that inside or outside the door. This shows… the door is also remotely controlled."

Buzz—

Just as Feng Bujue was pondering, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out.

Along with the noise, one wall of the room seemed to be a giant LCD screen… displaying an image.

In the picture was a beautiful woman in a white coat and black-rimmed glasses.

Two seconds later, the beautiful woman looked at Feng Bujue, or rather… at the "screen" on her side, and said, "Hello, Mr. Feng Bujue."

Although Dr. Cox looked young, her tone and the temperament revealed between her brows were those of a mature woman.

Feng Bujue could naturally sense that… the actual age of the person in front of him was likely much older than her appearance suggested.

"Hello, unknown lady." As Brother Jue replied, he recognized that… the owner of this voice was the person who had tried to stop him from killing Igor not long ago.

"You can call me Dr. Cox, Mr. Feng Bujue," Cox responded smoothly.

"You can call me whatever you like, Dr. Cox," Feng Bujue replied in a mocking imitation of her way of speaking.

"Hmph…" Facing Brother Jue's reaction, Dr. Cox snorted coldly, then continued, "First of all, I would like to welcome you on behalf of the Foundation."

"Thank you." Feng Bujue's taunt was at full power. "Your hospitality has left a deep impression on me." As he spoke, he turned sideways, maliciously showing her his handcuffed hands.

"Heh…" Dr. Cox replied nonchalantly, "Mr. Feng Bujue, considering your previous behavior, I think this kind of hospitality is quite appropriate and reasonable."

"Is that so…" Feng Bujue said, "Then… let me ask, what are you planning to do next?" He asked with a relaxed expression, "Are you just going to 'contain' me like this?"

"If possible, that's exactly what I want to do," Cox said bluntly. "However… judging from your attitude, you should be able to return to your own dimension at any time in some way."

"Since you know that, why bother handcuffing me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course, it's because I, and all the project supervisors… all think you are very dangerous," Dr. Cox replied, with a solemn look on her face.

"Hehe… I'm really flattered," Feng Bujue said with a meaningless laugh, wanting to further test her reaction.

Cox immediately replied, "You're an anti-social lunatic, Feng Bujue, I don't think you have any so-called 'flattered' feelings." She paused for half a second, then continued, "Your purpose has always been clear: to break through the 'mirror universe' we created, come to this place… and carry out some mission that [REDACTED-3232] requires you to carry out."

"Oh, speaking of that…" Hearing this, Feng Bujue followed her words and asked, "I did want to ask you… what exactly is this [REDACTED-3232] you're talking about?"

For Feng Bujue, this was indeed a question, because he had only heard this term for the first time when the system updated the main quest.

As a veteran enthusiast who knew all kinds of [REDACTED] projects like the back of his hand, Brother Jue naturally knew that there was no "3232" number in the existing [REDACTED] entries. In addition, he had already speculated that… the true identity of this "3232" was most likely "Thriller Paradise" itself.

However, he had not yet seen the Foundation's document on this project. He had to read the document before he could know to what extent the Foundation had grasped the nature of this project.

"I have no obligation to answer your question," Cox replied. "Moreover, I think you actually know what that project number refers to, you're just trying to test how much we know."

Clearly, not only was Feng Bujue testing the other party, the other party was also testing Feng Bujue.

Although they had only exchanged a few words, it could be seen that these two were trading blows and exchanging verbal barbs, each only speaking a fraction of what they knew, but hoping to extract every last drop of information from the other.

"Haa…" Feng Bujue shrugged and sighed, "Looks like we've reached some kind of stalemate."

"Perhaps," Dr. Cox said, and began to pace to the side. "Maybe we can talk about something else…"

As she spoke, she had walked to her desk, and the camera moved with her.

As Dr. Cox bent down to sit, she seemed to intentionally or unintentionally show off her cleavage.

"I've noticed that you seem to be a writer," Cox continued. When talking about these unimportant topics, her expression relaxed a lot, and a hint of gentleness was revealed between her eyebrows. "I'm quite interested in hearing you talk about the stories you write."

"Oh? Is that so…" How could Feng Bujue be anyone ordinary? He almost instantly saw through the other party's thoughts, and replied with a smile, "I've recently come up with a very interesting plot, would you like to hear it?"

Dr. Cox rested her chin on one hand, revealing a charming smile: "I'm all ears."

"Actually, the plot isn't that complicated, it's mainly about a woman and a man talking to each other through video." Feng Bujue said.

"That sounds a bit like our current situation," Dr. Cox's expression suddenly became a little stiff.

Feng Bujue ignored her reply and simply continued, "More precisely, the two protagonists of this story are… a 'menopausal older sister who looks much younger than her actual age,' and a 'handsome, quick-witted, and mysterious man whose background no one knows'."

This time, Dr. Cox didn't reply, presumably she had been shocked by Brother Jue's shamelessness.

"At first, the dialogue between these two was quite interesting, although they didn't make much progress in the answers they were seeking, their psychological game was still quite remarkable," Feng Bujue said, habitually beginning to pace slowly. "Until… that older sister received some information, or rather… an order, through a communication device hidden in her ear. From that moment on, she changed her strategy for the conversation." Brother Jue put on a helpless expression. "She began to strike alluring poses, trying to distract the man and buy time."

Having said that, Cox's face immediately turned black.

She resentfully raised her hand, took out a hidden communicator from her left ear, slammed it on the table, and glared at Feng Bujue with an expression of annoyance.

"Hehe… sorry, your transition was too abrupt, your acting skills really aren't natural enough," Feng Bujue said. "Furthermore, I thought it would be better to expose you sooner rather than later… although spending more time flirting with you wouldn't be impossible, if I waited until I revealed the truth, you'd be even more embarrassed than you are now."

"So I should thank you?" Cox replied coldly, her eyes looking like they wanted to devour him.

"Ah… no need to thank me." Feng Bujue's incomparably sarcastic response only added fuel to the fire.

"I sincerely hope… you'll still be able to laugh later," Dr. Cox's patience finally reached its limit, and she couldn't hold back her anger any longer, uttering words that sounded like a threat.

"Don't worry, I can always laugh," Brother Jue replied. "If I can't laugh one day, I just need to use a knife to cut open my cheeks." As he said this, he even showed a kind smile. "Of course, I understand what you mean; I think, from the moment you started flirting with me, a team specializing in dealing with people like me has already been rushing here; I can foresee that their interrogation style will be very tough, and they have some way to prevent me from 'leaving your dimension'."

His reasoning was basically all correct, which made Cox's face even more unsightly.

"Don't worry, Dr. Cox." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue stopped pacing, and with an expression that showed no fear, even a bit of anticipation, he continued, "I won't run away… the me of today has no reason to run."

Clang—click—

Just as Brother Jue said these words, the electronic door behind him… opened.