Chapter 1 In the Script World

In the script world, Feng Bujue undoubtedly didn't need to go to the bathroom.

The system wouldn't create corresponding physiological urges for him, much less allow him to drop his pants.

However, the Foundation people didn't know this…

In their view, Jue-ge's request was still quite reasonable.

First of all, he had been in the Parallel Universe Image Generator for four or five hours (most of the time he was writing a novel), and then he came to this space, stayed for dozens of minutes, and drank a cup of coffee.

Given these circumstances, it didn't seem suspicious that he asked to relieve himself.

"Sigh…" Dr. Cox sighed, with a helpless expression. "Alright… come with me."

Anyway, she had to wait for Feng Bujue to set off together, so she simply took Jue-ge to the restroom.

Arriving at the entrance of the men's room, the doctor signaled the guards to go in with Jue-ge.

To this… Feng Bujue didn't say anything; this development was obviously within his expectations.

Entering the men's room, Jue-ge first scanned the environment, then headed for a stall.

"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue asked when he saw the three guards following him closely, "Are you going to come in and wipe my butt for me?"

Hearing this, the three guards exchanged glances, hesitating for a moment; in the end, they stopped at the stall's entrance…

There was no other way. The stall's space was limited. An adult sitting on the toilet occupied 80% of the space. If someone stood around him, there would definitely be physical contact… and very close physical contact.

"Wait…" Two seconds later, just as Jue-ge entered the stall and was about to close the door, one of the guards suddenly spoke, "Please keep the stall door open."

"Why open?" Feng Bujue said, "So I can throw shit at you? I think it's dirty even if you don't think it's smelly."

The guard ignored his trash talk and replied coldly, "We can't let you out of our sight."

"Whoa~ you pervert." Feng Bujue squinted at the other party. "What do you want to see?" His accent strangely took on a Northeastern flavor at this moment, "Believe it or not, I'll scare you into coming out of the closet as soon as I drop my pants?"

Faced with such a shameless person and crude words, the three guards rolled their eyes and were speechless.

"This stall is so small, do you think I can crawl into the toilet and run away?" Feng Bujue said, taking advantage of the moment the guards were distracted, he slammed the stall door shut, "If you're so worried, just lie on the ground and stare at my feet."

Things had come to this, and the guards couldn't say anything more…

Of course, they didn't have to "lie down" to see Jue-ge's feet, they could see them just by squatting down…

The bottom of the stall door was about twelve centimeters above the ground. People outside could see not only Feng Bujue's shoes but also his ankles, so the guards didn't have to worry about him using a "shoe trick" to make any changes.

In the next few minutes, the atmosphere in the toilet became very strange…

Three men squatted outside a stall, monitoring another man's excretion process with suspicion… it was indeed strange enough.

Judging from the situation under the partition, Feng Bujue should have been sitting on the toilet, but… the guards didn't smell any odor or hear anything falling into the water.

Until three minutes later, there was a "plop" from the stall, and the next second, the sound of the toilet flushing came immediately, as well as Jue-ge quickly pressing the air freshener spray head.

Logically speaking, his series of actions was indeed reasonable…

Many people have had similar experiences, such as… when you are defecating in a public toilet, and you hear or know that someone is waiting outside the stall, if a foul odor floats out… it will be somewhat embarrassing.

However… the above is the logic of normal people in the real world.

Feng Bujue was not a normal person, and his actions were naturally not to cover up any odors.

Jue-ge's behavior… was obviously to create the illusion that he "really came to the toilet to relieve himself, and really did relieve himself." Only in this way could he cover up what he was really doing in the stall.

"Phew…" After making that series of noises, Feng Bujue immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Don't worry, everyone." He raised his voice, and said to the guards outside the stall, "I have to clean up a bit more."

At this moment, the guards outside were too embarrassed to exchange glances, because the atmosphere was so awkward… Jue-ge's statement made it seem like the three of them were outside urging him to defecate.

Just like that… After another minute or so, the stall door opened.

Feng Bujue walked out quickly, turned a corner, and went straight to the sink.

In that second, all three guards subconsciously glanced into the stall, but in less than two seconds, their gazes moved away, following Jue-ge's figure.

They didn't find anything unusual in the stall, and they didn't look a second time… after all, the space was so narrow that they could see everything at a glance.

"Okay." A dozen seconds later, Feng Bujue quickly washed his hands and walked towards the exit of the toilet, "Let's get going, don't keep the lady waiting."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out of the restroom, and the three guards followed closely.

Thus, Jue-ge's "going to the bathroom" scene was finished. At least in the eyes of the guards, there was nothing unusual.

However, ten seconds after the four of them left the restroom…

Squeak—

The door of the stall that Feng Bujue had just used moved… without anyone touching it.

Then, a thin, hunched figure flashed out from the corner behind the door panel.

"Hiss hiss hiss… succeeded…" After standing still, Musashi Koganai lowered his voice and let out his signature weird laugh.

The place where he appeared was the blind spot between the door panel and the wall. Looking from top to bottom, this was a triangular area, and its area was very small. It was impossible for adults to squeeze into this space.

But… Musashi Koganai, could.

From a character design perspective, he was a third-grade elementary school student with a slender build, but… these two points alone were not enough to hide in that corner, because that place was really too narrow, otherwise, it wouldn't have been completely ignored by the guards.

The key to Musashi Koganai's ability to hide properly in that corner was that he was a character from a nonsensical comedy animation. Moreover, one of his abilities in the animation was to twist his body, turn himself into a noodle or even a piece of paper-like state, and then rotate at high speed to create multiple facial afterimages (although hearing the description might make people misunderstand that this is some kind of combat ability, but it is not)…

"Hmm… not much time…" When Musashi Koganai walked out of the stall, he was still holding two Mark II grenades in his hand, muttering to himself, "I have to hurry…"

…………

On the other hand, Feng Bujue, who had "finished relieving himself," went to take the elevator again, led by Dr. Cox.

This time, their destination was the first basement floor of the base's "left half."

"I hope going back underground won't remind you of that terrible experience not long ago." As the elevator started, Dr. Cox muttered without turning her head.

"What? Is the decoration of your base's basement floor… the same as that simulated former Soviet underground laboratory?" Feng Bujue replied.

Before Dr. Cox could reply, the elevator had already arrived at that floor.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Along with the sound of the elevator door opening, a silver, bright corridor appeared in front of everyone.

The four walls of this corridor were made of a metal that Feng Bujue could not identify. At first glance, it looked a bit like silver or stainless steel, but it revealed a sense of heaviness that neither could match.

The corridor's lighting equipment consisted of light strips embedded in the walls and ceilings, which was consistent with the equipment Feng Bujue saw in Containment Room Fifteen.

"Although there are big differences in appearance, details, and technology content, but…" Dr. Cox said as she walked out of the elevator, "The basic structure of our floor is indeed very similar to that underground laboratory, both are formed by many intersecting corridors."

As she spoke, she walked forward.

Feng Bujue, surrounded by the three guards, also followed closely behind the doctor.

After walking out of the elevator and traveling a distance of seven or eight meters, the group arrived at the first intersection.

At this time, Cox suddenly stopped, turned to face the wall of the corridor, and reached out to touch it gently.

Di di—

A second later, two short, rapid beeps sounded immediately.

Immediately afterward, the area of the wall that the doctor touched… that was about forty centimeters square, lit up like a monitor.

This kind of device was not uncommon in this world. In this corridor, there was such a small area that could display images on the wall at intervals; as long as it was internal Foundation personnel, touching the screen area with their fingers would display a complete electronic map, and the map would also indicate the current coordinates of the person touching the screen.

"Your side's tech tree obviously didn't go astray, there are quite a few convenient things." Feng Bujue looked at the doctor's actions and immediately understood the principle of the device on the wall.

"What about your side?" Cox asked as she continued forward after looking at the map, "Is all technological power used in 'cross-dimensional travel,' 'life cycle,' and various 'weapons of war'?"

Her words were undoubtedly a test. Based on her observation of all ***-3232-1 (i.e., players) that have appeared so far, it was not surprising to come to such a conclusion.

"Heh… you'll know in a while." Feng Bujue smiled mysteriously and replied in a deep voice.

His response had a double meaning; on the surface, he was saying, "When I explain the principle of ***-3232 to you in a while, you'll know"; but in reality, Jue-ge meant, "Wait a little longer, and when Musashi Koganai causes a riot, you'll be able to see me demonstrate various super-dimensional powers to you."

However, just when Feng Bujue thought that his plan had been completed by seventy or eighty percent, an astonishing change… occurred.

[Main Quest Changed]

"Hmm?" At that moment, the system voice suddenly sounded in Jue-ge's ears, causing him to be immediately shocked, "What? Main quest changed?"

Indeed, this was very unreasonable.

The system's goal was already very clear, which was to have Feng Bujue prevent the Foundation from further investigating "Thriller Paradise." Under this major premise, how could the main quest change?

"Something's wrong…" Jue-ge quickly opened the game menu and glanced at the changed quest content—[Your plan has been exposed].

"What?" Feng Bujue couldn't believe his eyes, he repeated it twice in his mind in different tones, "What!"

At this moment, the content appearing in Jue-ge's quest bar could no longer be said to be a quest, it was more like… the system was talking to him through the quest bar.

[Fifteen seconds ago, Musashi Koganai was captured by the Foundation]

Before Feng Bujue could recover, another system prompt entered his ears. This time, the system even skipped the steps of the quest bar and directly transmitted the information through voice.

"How is this possible?" Under this extremely abnormal change, Jue-ge still maintained a high degree of vigilance and rapid thinking, "Could it be… that the Foundation interfered with the system in some way? Or… is this voice not from the system at all, but disguised by the Foundation in some way?"

His hypothesis was considered reliable, but it was quickly overturned by himself—the possibility of the "voice" being disguised was there, but the information displayed in the player's game menu… the Foundation could not interfere with it.

[There are nanobots in the coffee you drank]

The next prompt was like a sudden realization, causing Jue-ge's mind to buzz.

[At this moment, the visual signals received by your pupils and the auditory signals received by your eardrums have been synchronized]

"This ******…" Feng Bujue had already started cursing in his heart.

Hearing this, he instantly understood—the fact that he summoned Musashi Koganai in the toilet, used the Endless Grenade Box, and quietly assigned tasks to Musashi Koganai… had all been exposed.

However, this was not the reason why he was cursing.

Feng Bujue's anger at this time came from a sense of frustration, a feeling he had almost never experienced… a feeling of being one step short.

Of course, this was not to say that he was inferior to his opponent in terms of wit or acting skills.

The "one step" that Jue-ge was short of had nothing to do with "people"; he did not lose in the game between people, but lost to the technology and knowledge of this plane that was hundreds of years ahead of his dimension.

He was like a strategist who traveled from ancient times to a modern battlefield. Even if this strategist was a million times better than the contemporary staff officers in terms of strategy and tactics, he could still be easily defeated by a bugging device…

[The game menu and system voice are perceived by brain waves and cannot be detected. Next, please do as I say]

Just when Feng Bujue was still trying to sort out the situation in front of him, the system of Thriller Paradise… actually referred to itself as "I" and began to issue direct instructions to him…