"Ha... Since I have the leisure to test and ridicule you..." Feng Bujue responded with a smile, "That shows that the problem at hand is not complicated."

In fact, the moment Brother Jue touched the box, he had already received the system prompt [requires SCP-1998's safe key to open].

When the player tries to open the box in the script, there is a big difference between having a prompt and not having a prompt; if there is no prompt, or if the prompt says "cannot open", then the props in the box are most likely set by the system to "unavailable"

"That kind of thing. But if it says "key required", there is 100% a way to open it.

"Oh?" Billy heard this and thought for a few seconds, "Did you get the system prompt?"

Although Billy couldn't hear the prompt, he could infer this from Brother Jue's reaction.

"That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "Follow the prompts... you should be able to find the key to this box somewhere."

"Then the question comes back..." Billy continued, "As I said just now, the key is just in the hands of those two people, and those two people are either..."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to say what you said again. I don't have Alzheimer's disease yet." Brother Jue interrupted, "Let me ask first, who is the person in charge of this floor? After today's power outage,

Have you paid attention to his movements?"

"Well..." Billy thought for a while and responded, "This floor is in charge of Dr. Jonathan, a Belgian man in his fifties who has made great achievements in theoretical physics." He paused, "As for him

What happened after the power outage... I'm not very clear about it. Don't forget, b3 has power, and the power outage did not have any impact here. But the broadcast at that time asked everyone to evacuate to the emergency area, so

All the personnel on this floor have also been removed.”

"Are you sure... everyone on this floor has evacuated safely?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"At least when you and the security team entered B3, there was no one else on this floor." Billy replied, "As for their fate after leaving B3, I don't know...whether it is the stairwell or the freight.

The channels are all outside my range of perception."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue still couldn't change his habit of always trying to trick others into saying something. "Don't things like 'perception range' expand in a perfect circle?"

"That's under normal circumstances." Billy replied, "But here are the diminutive agents of the SCP Foundation. They are very skilled in the use of space technology. It can even be said...far surpassed me.

Imagination." He raised his finger and pointed at the ceiling, "How high do you think our floor is? Five meters? Eight meters?" Before Brother Jue could answer, he said directly, "Don't think you are in the stairwell.

The height passed is the actual height of each floor... Even I don’t know how high each floor here is. It’s not surprising that there are abyss between floors.”

"Oh~ no wonder they don't have an elevator." Feng Bujue replied thoughtfully.

"In short, I don't know where Dr. Jonathan went. When we evacuated, the floor was full of people. At that time, I had no spare power and no reason to accurately find his movements among the crowd." Billy brought the topic back.

Then, "In addition...even if we now presume that Jonathan has successfully arrived at the emergency evacuation area, there are still two problems...First, that area is under tight defense. Even if the security personnel there do not know

Your appearance. But you showed up so long after the alarm was sounded...you will definitely be arrested or executed. Secondly...even if you are lucky enough to sneak into the emergency area and find Dr. Jonathan, the key may not be there.

On him. To take a step back, even if the key is really on him, how can you seize the key, escape from the emergency refuge area, and return to B3?"

"It makes sense." Feng Bujue said, "Then we might as well put this presumption aside for the time being. Let's talk about other possibilities, such as..." He touched his chin and said, "The doctor was escaped from other floors during the retreat.

The SCP project was killed. And his body with the key in his arms is lying quietly somewhere in the stairwell or freight passage..."

"Relatively speaking, the situation you mentioned should be the most optimistic hypothesis." Billy said, "However, there is a more pessimistic hypothesis..."

"You mean...the key is stored in the hands of the person in charge of this base?" Feng Bujue answered.

"That's right." Billy replied, "And Cozmo, the person in charge of this base, stays in a place that is even more heavily defended than the refuge area - the b9 command center."

"That is to say...if the key is really in Cozmo's hand, then the possibility of me getting the key and going back to get the gun is extremely slim." Feng Bujue pondered.

"Infinitely close to zero." Billy responded.

"Ha... very good." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "According to this idea, this hypothesis can be directly ruled out."

When he said this, Billy seemed to react: "Because the system won't set up an impossible action chain, right..."

"Bang ngo~" Brother Jue snapped his fingers, "Since the system has given a prompt that 'this box can be opened', it will definitely set up a feasible unlocking action chain. If unlocking this box is more difficult than clearing the level, then

Isn’t this setting meaningless?”

"According to what you said, there is a high possibility that Jonathan died outside the refuge area with the key in his possession?" Billy followed Brother Jue's train of thought.

"Of course." Feng Bujue nodded, "Of course, based on my full understanding of the nightmare difficulty script and my own character... I think... the probability that Dr. Jonathan is currently in the emergency refuge area is also very high.

"

Bang bang bang——

Just as they were analyzing and discussing, suddenly, a fierce explosion came from a distance.

In this base with solid walls, for the sound to travel so far, something very serious must have happened.

"What's going on?" Feng Bujue asked, "Did any project escape nearby?"

"Unlikely." Billy replied, "As I said, the power outage did not have any impact on this floor." He paused for half a second and added, "You will hear the ringtone of 513 before. That was controlled by me.

Caused by this. At that time, other items were still under containment measures and did not get out of control."

"Then this is..." Feng Bujue said doubtfully.

"Well..." Billio thought about it and thought. "Since more than ten minutes ago, I have locked my perception ability on the seven members of the security team, and my perception of other areas has basically stopped." He continued.

He said, "Presumably...someone or something has sneaked in."

"Then cancel the monitoring." Feng Bujue said, "Change to global perception."

"Ah... I'm doing it." When Billy said this, he had indeed released the monitoring of Gore and others, and changed the way of perception to a wide-area, broad form.

However...

"Uh-huh -" Two seconds later, Billy suddenly grunted and his whole body was shaken.

As if he was struck by some invisible force, he fell from Feng Bujue's shoulders and fell towards the ground.

Fortunately, Brother Jue reacted quickly and had quick eyes and hands. He grabbed Billy and prevented him from falling to the ground.

"Hey!" Feng Bujue stared at the hateful-looking puppet in his hand, but there was no expression change on the latter's face. "What's wrong with you?" He shook Billy, "Speak!"

At this time, Billy seemed to have "fainted"... motionless, like a real puppet.

"What's going on..." Feng Bujue's thoughts were running rapidly, "Have you received some kind of mental shock?" He tucked Billy under his arm, turned around and walked out the door, "There is something that can use mental power to compare.

Will Li be brought down?"

While he was thinking about it, he started running.

"Trouble... As soon as this guy faints, the video and audio surveillance on this floor will be restored. The security team can also contact their superiors." Feng Bujue kept walking, thinking in his heart, "No.

If something unexpected happens, I will now be under the surveillance of others again... If I stay where I am and hesitate, I will be arrested again soon..."

Bang bang bang——

As we approached the corner of the corridor, the sound in front of us became louder and louder. It sounded like a powerful physical blow hitting the metal wall.

"Hmph...that doesn't sound good..." Even so, Feng Bujue had no intention of stopping.

He knew very well that in this kind of nightmare, surviving in danger should be a common thing. Anyway, at the moment... he has no room for detours in terms of time or space.

Bang——shout...boom——

Not long after, the corner of the corridor was close at hand. The closer it got, the more certain Brother Jue was that the sound of fighting was coming from the front.

And this is by no means a battle on the ordinary human level, but a battle between some creatures that are far stronger than ordinary people.

For players in the Thriller Paradise, this kind of sound is no stranger. Script bosses, high-level players, powerful NPCs, etc... The movements caused by super-level fights are generally like this.

"What could it be..." Finally, Feng Bujue rushed out of the corner with a trace of curiosity.

But see...

"This is where……"

Blank...a strange blank.

The sounds and images stopped suddenly, and the memory was inexplicably interrupted.

One second, Feng Bujue was running with Billy in his arms. The next second, he was sitting alone in a small room of more than ten square meters, with his wrists and ankles cuffed.

"What happened?" Brother Jue suddenly felt a headache. It was the first time he experienced that weird feeling of memory jumping out of his mind. "I just... saw something..." He muttered to himself, "That's not right.

...Not just now, it has been forty...no, fifty minutes since I walked into that corridor..."

He seemed to "remember" something, but at the same time he "forgot" it. This process was like a self-visible psychological loss, which caused him considerable discomfort and mental pain.

Buzz——

Just as Brother Jue was meditating on this weird feeling, the electronic door of the room opened.

A woman in a white coat walked in.

She is a Caucasian, about forty years old, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and her long curly hair is tied back.

"Hello, Mr. Austin." After she entered the room, she went to sit down opposite Feng Bujue and said hello to Brother Jue, "I am Dr. Mara. How many people do I have?"

I have a question for you." As she spoke, she casually glanced at the camera probe at the corner of the ceiling.

Seeing this, Feng Bujue also raised his eyes and took a look. In this small room that could only accommodate a table and two chairs, there were actually two probes installed, most likely the ones with audio collection functions.

"First of all, please describe the project you saw earlier." Dr. Mara asked directly when Brother Jue expressed no objection.

"What project?" Feng Bujue replied, "Billy?"

"No." Mara said, "It was the one you saw when you brought Billy into the corridor." She paused, "'it' was fighting with our agents at the time."
To be continued...