Thriller Paradise

In the scenario, Feng bujue did not need to use the toilet.

The system wouldn\'t give him any physiological needs, and it wouldn\'t allow him to take off his pants.

However, the Golden Foundation did not know this ...

In their opinion, brother Jue\'s request was very reasonable.

First, he stayed in the parallel universe mirror image generator for four to five hours (actually, more than half of his time was spent writing novels). Then, he came to this space, stayed for tens of minutes, and drank a cup of coffee.

Under these circumstances, it didn\'t seem suspicious that he wanted to go to the washroom.

"Sigh ..." Dr. Kox sighed and revealed a helpless expression."Alright...Follow me."

After all, she had to wait for Feng bujue, so she brought brother Jue to the toilet.

When they arrived at the men\'s bathroom, the doctor signaled for the guards to follow brother Jue in.

Regarding this ... Feng bujue did not say anything. This development was clearly within his expectations.

After entering the men\'s room, brother Jue scanned his surroundings and then ran toward one of the cubicles.

"What are you doing?" Feng bujue saw the three guards following him."Are you going to come in and help me clean up my ass?"

The three guards looked at each other and hesitated for a moment. Finally, they stopped at the door of the cubicle ...

There was no helping it. The space in the cubicle was limited. An adult sitting on the toilet would take up 80% of the space. If there were people standing around him, there would definitely be physical contact between them ... And very close physical contact.

"Wait ..." Two seconds later, just as brother Jue entered the cubicle and was about to close the door, one of the guards suddenly said,"please keep the door open."

"Why are you opening it?" "Is it convenient for me to throw sh * t at you?" Feng bujue asked. Even if you don\'t think it\'s smelly, I think it\'s dirty. "

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

"Tsk~you pervert." Feng bujue gave him a sidelong glance."What do you want to see?" His accent now had a hint of northeast accent."Do you believe that I\'ll scare you out of the closet when I take off my pants?"

Facing such a shameless person and his vulgar words, the three guards rolled their eyes and were speechless.

"The cubicle is only so big, do you think I can run into the toilet?" As Feng bujue spoke, he seized the chance when the guards were distracted to close the door."If you\'re so worried, you can lie on the floor and stare at my feet."

Since things had come to this, the guards could not say anything more ...

Of course, they didn\'t have to "lie down" to look at his feet. They could see them if they squatted down ...

The bottom of the cubicle door was about twelve centimeters off the ground. If the person outside squatted down, they would not only be able to see Feng bujue\'s shoes, but also his ankles. Therefore, the guard did not have to worry about the man using the \'shoe-removing trick\' to do anything suspicious.

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

Three men squatting outside a cubicle, suspiciously monitoring another man\'s excretion process ... This was indeed strange.

From the situation below the partition, Feng bujue should have been sitting on the toilet, but ... The guards did not smell anything, and they did not hear anything fall into the water.

Three minutes later, there was a sudden plop from the cubicle. The next second, there was the sound of the toilet flushing and brother Jue quickly turning on the air fresher nozzle.

From a logical point of view, his series of actions were indeed reasonable.

Many people would have similar experiences. For example ... When you were relieving yourself in a public toilet, you would hear or know that there was someone waiting outside the cubicle. At that time, if a foul smell wafted out ... It would be a little embarrassing.

However ... This was the logic of normal people in the real world.

Feng bujue was not a normal person, and his actions were not to cover up the stench.

Brother Jue\'s actions ... Were obviously to create the illusion that he was really there to relieve himself. This was the only way he could cover up what he had done in the cubicle.

"Phew ..." After creating that series of commotion, Feng bujue immediately heaved a sigh of relief and said,"everyone, please calm down." He raised his voice and said to the guards outside the partition,"I still need to clean up."

At that moment, the guards outside were too embarrassed to exchange glances because the atmosphere was as awkward as it could get. Brother Jue\'s words made it sound like the three of them were out there on a toilet break.

Just like that ... Another minute passed, and the cubicle door opened.

Feng bujue walked out quickly and turned to the sink.

In that second, the three security guards subconsciously looked into the cubicle, but in less than two seconds, their eyes moved away from brother Jue.

They didn\'t find anything unusual in the cubicle, and they didn\'t take a second look ... After all, the space was so narrow that they could see everything with a single glance.

“OK。”Ten seconds later, Feng bujue quickly washed his hands and walked out of the toilet."Let\'s get going. We shouldn\'t keep the lady waiting."

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already walked out of the washroom, and the three security guards followed closely behind.

At this point, brother Jue \'s\' toilet \'act was over. At least, in the eyes of the guards, there was nothing unusual.

However, just ten seconds after the four of them left the washroom ...

Creak creak

The cubicle door that Feng bujue had just used ... Moved without anyone touching it.

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

"Hiss ... I did it ..." After Musashi Koganei stood still, he lowered his voice and let out his signature strange laugh.

He appeared in the blind spot between the door and the wall. Looking down from above, it was a triangular area. The area was very small, and an adult would not be able to squeeze into this space.

But ... Musashi Koganei could.

From the setting, he was a third-year elementary school boy, and his body was thin, but ... With these two points alone, it was still impossible for him to hide in the corner, because the corner was too narrow. Otherwise, he would not have been completely ignored by the guards.

The key to Musashi Koganei\'s ability to hide in that corner was that he was a character from a nonsensical comedy. Moreover, one of his abilities in the animation was to twist his body, turning himself into a noodle-like or even paper-like state, and then spin at high speed to create multiple afterimages of his face (although listening to the description would make people misunderstand that this was some kind of combat ability, it was actually not)...

"Well ... There\'s not much time ..." When Musashi Koganei walked out of the cubicle, he was still holding two Mark II grenades in his hand. He mumbled,"I have to hurry ..."

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On the other hand, Feng bujue, who had \'finished relieving himself\', was led by Dr. Kox to take the elevator again.

This time, their destination was the "left half" of the base, the first underground floor.

"I hope that returning to the underground won\'t make you recall that terrible experience not long ago." When the elevator started, Dr. Kox muttered this sentence without turning his head.

"What\'s wrong? The decorations on the basement of your base ... Is it the same as the simulated underground lab of the former Soviet Union?" Feng bujue added.

Before Dr. Kox could reply, the elevator had already arrived on that floor.

Weng, Weng, Weng, Weng, Weng

As the elevator door opened, a silver, bright corridor appeared before everyone\'s eyes.

The four walls of the corridor were made of a metal that Feng bujue could not identify. At first glance, it looked like silver or stainless steel, but it gave off a heaviness that neither could compare to.

The corridor\'s lighting equipment was strips of light embedded in the walls and ceiling. This was the same equipment that Feng bujue had seen in morgue No. 15.

"Even though the appearance, details, and technological content are all very different ..." Kox muttered as he walked out of the elevator,"the basic structure of our floor is indeed very similar to that of the underground laboratory. They are both formed by many intersecting corridors."

As she spoke, she walked forward.

Feng bujue, surrounded by three guards, followed the doctor\'s steps.

After walking out of the elevator, they walked for seven or eight meters before arriving at the first intersection.

At this moment, Kox suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to face the wall of the corridor. He extended his hand and touched it gently.

Di di di di

A second later, two short and soft beeps sounded.

Then, on the wall the doctor touched ... The area of about 40 centimeters lit up like a monitor.

This kind of device wasn\'t considered a rare thing in this world. In this corridor, there was a small "screen" that could display images on the wall at every section. As long as one was an internal member of the Golden Foundation, they could touch the screen with their finger and a complete electronic map would be displayed. The map would also indicate the current coordinates of the person who touched the screen.

"The technology tree here is obviously not crooked. There are quite a few convenient things." Feng bujue looked at the doctor\'s action and immediately understood the mechanism of the equipment on the wall.

"What about your side?" After looking at the map, Kox continued to move forward. As he walked, he replied,"has all the power of science and Technology been used for \'cross-dimensional travel\',\'life cycle\', and various \'war weapons\'?"

Her words were undoubtedly a test. Based on her observations of all the SCPs " 3232 1"(i.e. Players) that had appeared so far, it was not surprising to come to such a conclusion.

"Hehe ... You\'ll find out soon." Feng bujue smiled slyly and replied in a low voice.

On the surface, it sounded like he was saying,"you\'ll know when I explain the principle of SCP 3232 later."In fact, what brother Jue meant was,\'just wait a little longer, when Musashi Koganei causes a riot, you will be able to see me show you the power of the Super Dimension.\'

However, just as Feng bujue thought that his plan was about seventy to eighty percent complete, a shocking change happened.

[Main quest has been changed]

"What?" At that moment, the system\'s voice suddenly rang in brother Jue\'s ears, and he was shocked. \'What? The main storyline has changed?"

Indeed, this did not make sense.

The goal of the system was clear, and that was to have Feng bujue stop the Golden Foundation from investigating Thriller Paradise further. Under that premise, the main mission would not change.

"This is not right ..." Brother Jue quickly opened the game menu and glanced at the updated mission content. He mumbled,[your plan has been exposed.]

"What?" Feng bujue could not believe his eyes. He repeated in his heart in a different tone, what?

At that moment, the content that appeared in brother Jue\'s mission panel could no longer be called a mission. It was more like ... The system was conversing with him through the mission panel.

[ 15 seconds ago, Musashi Koganei was captured by the Golden Foundation.]

Before Feng bujue could come back to his senses, another system notification entered his ears. This time, the system skipped the steps in the quest tab and sent the message directly through voice chat.

"How is this possible?" Even with such a strange turn of events, brother Jue still maintained a high level of vigilance and thought quickly."Could it be ... That the Golden Foundation has used some method to interfere with the system? Perhaps...This voice doesn\'t come from the system, but the Golden Foundation has disguised it in some way?"

His hypothesis was quite reliable, but he quickly dismissed the possibility that the "voice" of the Pixiu was disguised. However, the information that appeared in the player\'s game menu ... The Golden Foundation could not interfere.

[The coffee you\'re drinking has nanomachines in it.]

The next notification was like a bucket of water over brother Jue\'s head.

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

This ... Feng bujue was already cursing internally.

When he heard this, he instantly understood that his plan to summon Musashi Koganei in the toilet, use the endless grenade box, and secretly assign tasks to Musashi Koganei had all been exposed.

However, this was not the reason for him to curse.

Feng bujue\'s anger at that moment came from a sense of defeat, a feeling that he had never experienced before ... That he was one step behind.

Of course, this didn\'t mean that he wasn\'t as good as his opponent in terms of strategy or acting.

The \'move\' that brother Jue missed had nothing to do with \'people\'; He didn\'t lose in the game between humans, but rather in the technology and knowledge of this dimension that was hundreds of years ahead of his own.

He was like a tactician who had transmigrated from ancient times to the modern battlefield. Even if this tactician was countless times more brilliant than the tacticians of the present era, he could still be easily defeated by a listening device ...

[The game menu and the system voice are perceived by brainwaves and can not be detected. Next, please do as I say.]

Just as Feng bujue was trying to figure out the situation before him, the system of Thriller Paradise ... Referred to itself as \'me\' and started to give him direct orders ...