Chapter 10 He Really Shouldn't Think Too Much

Feng Bujue wasn't worried about being shot dead. With four Contra Medals, the first four deaths were just a form of consumption. As it stood, aside from reasons like disconnections or rage quits, this Nightmare difficulty single-player survival script only had two possible outcomes for failure: first, running out of all the medals and being killed a fifth time; second, as the Boss in the broadcast had said, "Once the poison takes effect, you will be directly judged as a failure to clear the game," meaning failure would be declared the moment the time ran out after ninety-two minutes.

In short, no matter what awaited Feng Bujue in the first corridor ahead, the worst outcome would only be death once. There were no factors that could directly lead to failing the game. Of course, if there were, that factor would be a completely unknown failure flag. But that possibility was extremely slim and also unreasonable, just like playing Super Mario, where the game instructions say that you die if you fall into a pit or run out of time, but as soon as you leave the starting point and hit the first question mark, the question mark explodes… Clearly, that would become a different kind of game…

Feng Bujue raised his hands, steadily and firmly taking a step forward, turning his body to face the corridor directly, standing at the door of the first corridor. Since he still hadn't heard any response after shouting, he had prepared himself for a bullet to come flying at him. But to his surprise, there was no one in the corridor in front of him.

No shooter, no weapon, the corridor was completely empty.

Perhaps the person who fired the shot was shooting from an extremely far distance, beyond the range of sight? And that gunshot traveled all the way through the corridor to this side? Feng Bujue thought to himself.

If that were the case, the opponent definitely wasn't using a One-Hit Kill Handgun, because that gun couldn't work on targets beyond the user's line of sight. Otherwise, the person holding this thing could fire randomly at the sky or in an empty corridor, and who knows how many people far away would be shot while lying down.

As for what weapon the shooter actually used… Based on the distance, a sniper rifle was highly suspected, but if a person's neck was really hit by a sniper bullet with a caliber of twelve millimeters or more, it definitely wouldn't have the effect of penetration and a burst of blood like he had just seen; the entire head should have fallen off.

But how could a regular gun achieve that kind of range and accuracy? Could it be that the opponent had attached a long-range scope to the One-Hit Kill Handgun? Or did the shooter have a super long-range observation skill similar to Eagle Eye?

Another question was, if the opponent was really shooting from an ultra-long distance, he definitely wouldn't have heard Feng Bujue's shout just now. Then… what was he doing at this moment? Was he still staying in place, and had he seen Feng Bujue come to the door? Or had he put down the gun and started moving after killing the person? If he had moved, was he coming this way, or leaving towards the other end of the corridor?

"If the opponent can see me, and he is me, then he should be able to notice that I am not the same Feng Bujue as the one just now. And if the opponent can't tell the difference, he might mistakenly think that the first shot didn't work, so he should have launched a second shot already, but he didn't… Could it be that his skill or weapon is on cooldown?" Feng Bujue thought. "No… that's not it."

He put down his hands and unhurriedly walked through the first door, carefully observing the floor, walls, and ceiling of the corridor in front of him as he moved forward, trying to find some clues.

Feng Bujue overturned the hypothesis of remote shooting. Although that hypothesis could explain why he only heard one person's footsteps running away just now, and why there were no more sounds coming from the corridor after the gunshot, this situation of the corridor being empty clearly had another explanation, a simpler one, and a more reasonable explanation at this stage.

"It's all just an illusion…" Feng Bujue said. "The 'me' just now, and the gunshot, are just information I received visually and auditorily. Now there's no corpse, no bullet casings, and even the bloodstains on the ground have turned into white light and disappeared…" He turned his head and looked at the fan-shaped space again. "The phrase 'all wrong' and 'you don't...' are hinting to me that taking this path is wrong and that I shouldn't go any further?" He stroked his chin and said, "Then, thinking about it the other way around, I should ignore this influence and just take this path, right?"

He really couldn't find anything unusual around him. This corridor was the same as the one he had walked through before, with no significant features. Every section was the same, and there were no footprints left on the floor. He quickly walked back to the fan-shaped area and stayed for more than ten seconds. There was no sign of any flag being triggered.

Looking at the four doors in front of him, the four paths, Feng Bujue pondered, "The usual thinking is that the four paths each lead to a bottle of medicine, but what if it's another situation… What if only one path is correct, which can lead to the location of the four bottles of medicine, while the other three are dead ends…"

He scratched his head. "Or perhaps… there are two paths leading to the medicine? And the other two are dead ends; or there are three paths that are correct, with only one being a dead end." He then shifted his gaze to the first door. "The thing just now, is it a hint, or interference? Am I thinking too much about the phrase 'overlapping spacetime', or…"

"Heh…" Feng Bujue looked up at the ceiling. "In a script with such monotonous scenery and so few hints, what exactly do you want me to do…"

Although from the beginning of this chapter to this point, Brother Jue's thought process and actions have been more than a thousand words, in reality, he has only spent a little over two minutes. Simplified into one sentence, it's: flash to the door, brain supplement, move forward a few steps, brain supplement, return to the fan-shaped space, and brain supplement again.

Counting from the moment Feng Bujue obtained the ability to act after the synopsis of the plot was completed, seventeen minutes had passed, and sixteen minutes had passed since he heard the broadcast say the keyword "ninety-two minutes." The difference between the two was not big. Regardless of which one was used as the standard, this one minute of time could basically be ignored.

At present, we can tentatively divide the time required to find the four bottles of medicine equally. Then ninety-two minutes can be divided into four segments of twenty-three minutes each. That is to say, on average, Feng Bujue has to find a bottle of medicine every twenty-three minutes in order to ensure that he can synthesize the antidote before the poison takes effect.

He hasn't even seen the shadow of the first bottle of medicine yet, and it's not a solution to delay here. So, he turned his head… and walked into the third corridor.