Chapter 175 Despicable Me (VII)

() "I haven't used any Contra medals yet, and my personal time has passed forty minutes. According to what the rabbit said, I will appear in the cell at the forty-first minute of map time and hand over the puppet. Give it. That is to say... After a while, I reached the beginning, entered the fourth corridor, captured the puppet, and reached the end again, spending a total of eighteen minutes..." This was the first time that Feng Bujue was in a script. Calculating so many things at the same time, and he is not easy physically, he is sure to run non-stop. "If I don't defeat a small BOSS during this turnaround, I'm afraid there won't be enough time when I reach the end again." "In fact, when he rushed into this corridor, he had already overturned his plan of running back directly through the corridor. "The difficulty now... I came from the cell at 85 minutes on the map, and I had to do it at seven minutes. Defeat the mini-BOSS in this corridor within a short period of time..." He thought of this and sped up a little more: "As long as you do this and make sure that it takes no more than twenty-three minutes to run through the corridor, you won't have to worry about the map. time and failed.”

Just as he was thinking this, the door appeared on the road ahead. The door of a room also appeared on one side of the second corridor.

But this door is very different from the shabby wooden door in the small room where Alden is in the third corridor. This door looks like a door for a warehouse used to store biological and chemical weapons.

The door frame is made of metal, which is shiny and reflective, and the door panel is like an extremely thick metal wall. There is no handle on the door, just a round valve.

This scene couldn't help but remind Feng Bujue of the Chainsaw script he once played. That refrigerator-like room seemed to have such a huge and thick metal door.

"It won't be a repeat of the same trick..." Feng Bujue thought in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all, without any hesitation or flinching.

now. Feng Bujue had a faint feeling that the little boss behind this door might need to be killed...

Previously, in the end cell after 80 minutes, there was only one mini-BOSS in the four cells, and that was Puppet Billy. Rabbit only asked Feng Bujue to catch this prisoner in the past timeline.

Regarding the mini-boss in the first corridor, Rabbit asked him to contact him last. This incident can be connected with the scene he saw at the beginning in personal time. It is very likely that Feng Bujue went to the first corridor after reaching the end for the last time in the near future, and then never returned to the cell... Let's put this matter aside for the time being.

Right now, the prisoner in the second corridor. Most of them are about to be killed. Based on this deduction, Feng Bujue will return to the beginning in a while, and then go to the fourth corridor to catch the puppet. When he reaches the end cell, he will have three bottles of medicine, a puppet, and the death news of the prisoner in the second corridor. ...So the later Rabbit did not express any opinion on the fact that the prisoner was not in the cell.

If things develop like this. At the 41st minute, Feng Bujue's personal time at the end of the cell should be forty plus eighteen. Adding in the time spent passing through the second corridor, it was optimistically estimated to be more than seventy minutes.

The last twenty minutes. Just enough for him to enter the first corridor from the end... triggering the previous scene without causing a space-time paradox. As for why? I'm afraid we won't know until some time.

"Hey..." Feng Bujue raised his waist and exerted force, bending his knees and exerting force on his arms. It took almost all the effort to move the valve with strong resistance. But as long as you can move. The next step was not so strenuous. I turned the valve counterclockwise three or four times. I heard a "click" and the latch in the metal door seemed to be loosened.

This metal door should open outwards, so Feng Bujue struggled to pull the thick door towards him. When he opened the door, the red light in the room shone into the corridor.

Feng Bujue subconsciously glanced into the door, which only lasted a few tenths of a second. After the glance, he looked away. This was a coherent action. But the image of the monster in the house was already engraved in Feng Bujue's mind, and a second later, unfortunately, he recognized the monster standing in the corner...

"F*ck!" At the same time that these two words came out of Feng Bujue's mouth, the monster instantly moved to the corridor. It stood beside Feng Bujue, stretched out its arms, and used an incredible strength and force to The speed broke Feng Bujue's neck...

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Item Number: SCP-173 (The Sculpture)

Object Class: Euclid

Biological nature: Unidentified non-living entities with signs of living things.

Source: unknown.

Body composition: building materials.

Inside the body: without any life drive or organs.

Metabolism: Yes, confirmed to be excreted.

Perception: Yes, you can confirm whether there are eyes watching it.

Movement method: unknown, teleportation.

Behavior: Twist all living things

neck.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked containment area (hereinafter referred to as the container) at all times. If someone must enter this area, the number of people entering must be no less than three, and the entrance door must be locked after entering. At least two personnel must maintain eye contact with SCP-173 at all times until work is completed and the entrance is reopened.

Description: SCP-173 was moved to Area 19 in 1993. Its origins are unknown. It is constructed of concrete and steel, with traces of branded spray paint. SCP-173 is mobile and extremely hostile, but will not move when being watched.

Line of sight with SCP-173 must not be broken at any time, and personnel in the same room with it must remind each other before blinking.

When not being watched, SCP-173 will teleport to its target, breaking the skull at the neck, and strangling the target. In the event of an attack, personnel are to follow Level 4 Hazardous Object Containment Procedures.

Personnel report scraping sounds from the unoccupied container. This is normal, and any changes in behavior should be reported to the on-duty HMCL supervisor.

The reddish-brown material on the floor is composed of feces and blood, the origin of which is also unknown.

The container is to be cleaned every two weeks.

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Feng Bujue saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then he appeared in the fan-shaped area at the head end, and the system prompt sounded at the same time:

"Why did I appear here?" This was the first question that appeared in Feng Bujue's mind, and he quickly gave himself an answer: "After death, will I appear at the 'starting point' of the current time and space domain..." He thought so: "If I die in a corridor, I will appear at the head of that corridor, and I will be inside the door of the corridor..." He recalled the self who was shot dead before: "If I step out and die in the fan-shaped area... I should be resurrected in the dead end at the beginning of the script."

When he was thinking, his eyes were facing the fan-shaped room separated from him by a door, and at the same time, there was a strange buzzing sound behind him, and the sound of stones scratching wood.

An ominous premonition came, but when Feng Bujue realized the problem, it was too late. He just turned his head and met a pair of stone arms, and was strangled for the second time.

I was still thinking about how to use the four medals before, but now I handed over two of them in an instant...

Feng Bujue was quite familiar with the characteristics of SCP-173, so when he was strangled for the second time and resurrected on the spot, he immediately widened his eyes and stared at the curious monster in front of him.

SCP-173's body surface was like plaster, a dirty white body, and a huge "head" with a red, black and green trademark pattern printed on it. Its height was more than two meters. Proportionally, compared with its super long torso, its legs were shorter and its hands were even shorter. But as a monster with full-level instant steps and no second move to kill, the length of its limbs does not mean that it cannot fight. On the contrary, it has always killed enemies in seconds, especially humans. The two strangulations that Feng Bujue encountered just now are a good proof of this.

The basic point to deal with SCP-173 is to keep "watching". When being observed by a living being, 173 cannot move, but as long as there is a slight gap, such as blinking, then in an instant, 173 will teleport over and kill the target.

Feng Bujue didn't want to be killed by the other party for the third time. He didn't have the strong strength to hold a machete from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road without blinking for three days and three nights, and he didn't think SCP-173 could communicate with him.

So, the next second, the gunshot rang out, and SCP-173's body was hit by a small pistol bullet and exploded.

Feng Bujue had never thought about what it would be like if 173 was killed, but at this moment he saw one of the possibilities with his own eyes. The white concrete body fell apart, and several fist-sized fragments hit Feng Bujue, but this injury was not fatal.

A large mass of blood plasma splattered out of SCP-173's body, pouring all over Feng Bujue like ink, and he didn't even have time to dodge. Finally, one or two meters inside the door of the second corridor, there was a bloody person, a red liquid with black spots on the ground, and strange corpse fragments scattered everywhere.

Feng Bujue wiped his face and sniffed the smell of the "blood", "Hmm... It seems to be just blood." In fact, he comforted himself like this, just worried that the blood was mixed with shit or something like that...

Among the corpse fragments on the floor, there was a point that was glowing, just like the flash points emitted by the objects dropped on the floor in those RPG games with a bird's-eye view.

Such an obvious prompt, Feng Bujue naturally would not ignore it. He walked over, reached out and touched it, and the light turned into an object. At the same time, the system prompt also sounded in his ears: