Chapter 55 Lack of Detail

After all four bags of blood were transfused, Feng Bujue's condition improved significantly. Although he still had slight dizziness and nausea, it barely affected his movements.

He continued forward with Igor, and along the way… they found many more sealed doors.

Just like the previous four doors, this stretch was full of locked, airtight metal doors; without opening them, there was no way to know what was inside.

This time, Feng Bujue tried to pry one of the locks, just to see what would happen.

But the result… when he inserted the tool into the lock, he heard the system prompt [Cannot be opened].

Since it was [Cannot be opened] instead of [Requires a key] or [Locked], Brother Jue confirmed… all these doors were unopenable, simply decorative elements on the map.

However… this again made him a bit puzzled.

"The map is so big, but the explorable space is so limited…" he thought to himself as he walked. "After coming out of the gravity gate, there's only one room to enter, and that interrogation room didn't have anything related to the main quest, it was purely for players to resupply…" He looked up at the front. "And this extremely similar map, still hasn't changed at all, making it seem monotonous and repetitive…"

"Madness, look! There's no road ahead." Just then, Igor widened his eyes and pointed forward.

"Oh… really…" Feng Bujue didn't see the end, but he didn't object, because he knew that his eyesight was not as good as Igor's. After all, the other was a cyborg. "I can't see that far, let's walk a bit further."

"Okay." Igor nodded and followed Brother Jue onward.

Before long, the two arrived at the "end" of the corridor. There was nothing special here, no rooms, only a gray wall similar to the others.

Furthermore, this end was not a dead end; there were forks on both sides, meaning it was a T-junction…

Feng Bujue stood at the intersection, looking left and right. He found that the scenery on both sides was basically the same, except for details like "the texture of the walls and ground" which others would hardly notice, or even if they did, they wouldn't remember. It was still the same corridor, the same chandeliers, the same metal doors.

"Hmph… what is this?" At this moment, Brother Jue finally realized what the subtle feeling of abnormality this scenario gave him was.

It was a feeling of… "shoddiness."

To put it more specifically: apart from the rooms that could be entered, the entire scenario map revealed a problem… a lack of detail.

First of all, as mentioned earlier… such a large base, with all the areas built extremely similarly, would be fine, but under this premise, not setting up a single sign was illogical.

Secondly, not just signs, but many other details that should have been present were also missing. For example, wires and pipes…

The chandeliers on the ceiling of the corridor were all designed to be suspended by a single wire, and the end of the wire was directly connected to the ceiling. But in the corridor… there wasn't a single light switch. This meant two conclusions: first, as long as there was electricity in the base, these lights in the corridor would be on, never turned off; second, the control switches for these lights were concentrated in a place like a control center.

The possibility of the latter hypothesis was almost zero. Let alone whether the technology of the 1940s could achieve this, even if it could… in this base without any markings, monitoring, or way to distinguish areas, how would the remote controller know which area's lights they were controlling?

It's like if I gave you a remote control and told you that you could use it to control all the lights in a building, but I didn't tell you which switch controlled which floor, and you couldn't see the building, then what's the point of controlling it?

Of course, this point could still be explained by the fact that "the lights in the corridor are never turned off," so Feng Bujue didn't dwell on it too much.

However… there was one last problem that Brother Jue really couldn't tolerate.

Not having exposed lines and pipes was fine, he could just assume that the entire base had concealed wiring; but not even having a single vent… what was that about?

This was an "underground" base, even if it wasn't sealed, it had to have vents, and a lot of them.

At first, Feng Bujue thought he would see a few by expanding the exploration range, but he hadn't seen a single one along the way…

At this point, after Brother Jue confirmed the characteristic of "lack of detail," he began to realize something—the "scenario map" itself had a problem.

This base didn't seem like a building generated by Thriller Paradise's system, but rather like something made in Minecraft; in fact, even in Minecraft, buildings could be made more complex than this…

"So… the hidden worldview should be related to this scenario map?" Feng Bujue thought to himself. "Could it be… that this is a 'sandbox' space made by something like a derivative? And it's not finished yet?"

Pa pa pa pa—

Just as Brother Jue was thinking, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from his side.

"Careful! It's him!" Igor's eyesight and hearing were better than Feng Bujue's at this moment, so his reaction was a bit faster than the latter.

"Oh…" However, Feng Bujue's calmness was something Igor couldn't compare to.

After being reminded, Brother Jue stopped thinking, stared with dead fish eyes, and said listlessly, "The barefoot one, right?"

Just listening to the sound of the footsteps, he knew that the other party wasn't wearing shoes, and adding that Igor said "it's him," that meant the person was a character they had seen before.

Based on these two points… the identity of the newcomer was self-evident.

"Jie jie jie jie jie…"

As soon as he spoke, the barefoot guy rushed in from dozens of meters away while laughing strangely, his speed being even faster than when he was wearing shoes.

"Igor." Feng Bujue called the Soviet captain beside him in a calm tone.

"Yes." While responding, Igor had already put down the toolbox and clenched the meat cleaver in his hand.

"Same as before, you know." Brother Jue continued.

"Okay!" Having the previous experience, Igor wasn't as afraid of these so-called "devils" anymore. With fear discarded, his combat effectiveness became even stronger, faster, and more accurate.

Chi—

Two seconds later, the sound of wind breaking rose, and the blade slashed toward the barefoot guy's neck.

Same plot, same result.

The world in the eyes of those monsters… was different from ordinary humans. It was just like when Feng Bujue looked at Thriller Paradise through the data perspective, it was a completely different scene from the ordinary perspective.

In the barefoot guy's eyes, the entire corridor was a dark space, all the terrain and objects were just shadows with outlines, and all the light sources were a hazy cold color.

The only bright color in his eyes was red… the red of fresh blood. In his opinion, Feng Bujue was a humanoid outline emitting blood color, and Igor… including Igor's clothes, the knife in his hand, etc., were all merged with the surrounding darkness.

Therefore, when the barefoot guy realized that the blade was coming, he was unable to stop, and couldn't avoid the attack at all…

"Hee—uh…" The laughter stopped abruptly due to the fracture of his neck, and his head flew forward due to inertia.

Two seconds later, Feng Bujue caught the barefoot guy's head and murmured, "Hmm… a familiar scene."

"How… is this possible…" The barefoot guy could undoubtedly speak normally even with only his head left.

"Alright, let's keep it short." Feng Bujue looked at the barefoot guy and said, "If you don't cooperate, I'll put your head in a place where no one will find it for decades; if you cooperate, I'll kill you in a moment, understand?"

The barefoot guy heard this, was stunned for a few seconds, and then replied, "Uh… understand."

"How did you find me?" Feng Bujue didn't say "us," but said "me," because he knew that the other party couldn't see Igor, and didn't want to expose this.

"I can sense the flow of blood in living bodies…" The barefoot guy replied, "If the distance is far… it's relatively blurry, but the closer I get, the clearer it becomes."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue raised an eyebrow and continued, "Then in the operating room, why didn't you find me?"

"What… operating room?" The barefoot guy couldn't see any details of the scenery, he only saw light sources and shadows, so he didn't know which room he had entered before was the operating room. Also, precisely because of this, he wasn't affected by ***-1011.

"I only know… that in a certain area before, I felt that someone was nearby, but I looked for a long time and couldn't find them…" After a few seconds, the barefoot guy continued, "Then… I guessed that the person might not be on 'this floor,' but on the floor above or below, so I left."

"Wait…" Feng Bujue heard this and couldn't help but change his expression slightly, "This base… has more than one floor?"

"Yes, there are four floors, one above ground and three below ground; we are currently on the second floor below ground," the barefoot guy replied.

"You've been to all four floors?" Brother Jue asked, "Do you know how to get out?"

"No… I…" The barefoot guy revealed a complex expression, "In my memory… this base has four floors, but, I can't find the exit anymore."

"Why do you have that kind of memory?" Feng Bujue asked again, "All five participants in the experiment were war criminals, there's no reason for them to know the structure of this base."

"War criminals?" The barefoot guy was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about… the 'first experiment'?"

These five words were like the first torrent that broke through the dam, causing Feng Bujue's thoughts to spread out like a levee breaking.

"I say…" After a two-second silence, Feng Bujue asked in a deep voice, "How many sleep experiments were done here in total?"

"Three," the barefoot guy replied.

"Can you take me to find the experiment records?" Feng Bujue said again.

This question made the barefoot guy hesitate for a moment: "No, the world in my eyes is different from what you see. Although I remember the way, I don't know where I am at this moment."

"Then if I find you a fixed coordinate, can you find your way using your memory?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Fixed coordinate?" The barefoot guy didn't seem to understand what Brother Jue meant.

"It's simple." Feng Bujue replied, "For example…" He turned his head to look at one side of the T-junction, "If I take you to a corner of this floor, can you tell me, starting from that corner, after passing how many intersections, and stopping in front of which door, I can find the experiment report."

"This…" The barefoot guy understood this time, but he replied, "I can, but… why don't you find it yourself? Aren't there signs in the corridor?"

"You… what?" Feng Bujue's expression changed drastically.

The barefoot guy thought that the other party didn't hear clearly, so he said again, "There are signs on the road, can't you understand them?"

In the next second, Feng Bujue immediately turned his head and looked at Igor, "Are there?"

Igor was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head.

Then, Feng Bujue looked at the barefoot guy again: "In your memory… does this base have signs?"

"Of course it does." The barefoot guy replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "This base is built like a chessboard, the corridors are all straight and perpendicular to each other, if there were no signs, who could tell where they are?"

"Then… in your memory…" Feng Bujue continued to ask, "Are there light switches on the walls of the corridor? And… are there vents in the corridor?"

"What are you talking about?" This time, the barefoot guy asked back, "What happened in this base?"

Judging from his tone, the answer was obviously—yes.

However, the actual situation was that Brother Jue hadn't seen any of these things…

For a few seconds, Feng Bujue thought that his eyesight or spirit was being interfered with, causing him to "not see" those details; but… Igor also said there weren't any, which meant it wasn't a problem with that aspect.

"It's getting more and more bizarre…" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Could it be that Igor is also something I imagined?" He quickly denied this hypothesis, "Impossible… he must be real, I've had physical contact with him, he helped me carry the blood bags, carried the toolbox all the way, and even killed two monsters along the way, if Igor is an illusion… then wouldn't everything in this scenario so far be an illusion?"

Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration struck Brother Jue.

"Wait… illusion?" He couldn't help but murmur, saying softly.

…………

"Lack of detail."

"NPC memories contain details…"

"Not interference at the level of vision or spirit."

"Illusion… illusion."

"There's a problem with this scenario map itself."

"It's like an unfinished sandbox…"

"Sandbox…"

"Unfinished?"

…………

A series of fragments of information flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, spreading out in an extremely short period of time like water seeping into a sponge, producing countless hypotheses and deductions…

Finally… in a distant part of that reasoning map, there was an area that gradually became clear.

"Heh…" At this moment, Feng Bujue revealed a long-lost, confident smile, "It's not that it's unfinished… but that this is the only extent to which it can be done, right…" He raised his eyes to look into the distance, the focus of his gaze seeming to be aimed at the back of the corridor wall, "What derivatives can do, NPCs can also do; since Origin can develop sandboxes, then, ******…"