“Jue… Jue… Jue-ge… Ju-ju-just… ju-just n-now…” Wang Tanzhi stammered, his Scare Value skyrocketing again. Due to the accumulated fear, even after he calmed down a few seconds later, his Scare Value didn't return to the lowest zone, but remained around 15%.

Feng Bujue remained expressionless and interrupted in a calm tone, "Based on my deduction, we now have two options."

"Wh-wh-what?" Wang Tanzhi now managed to say two words as four.

"The first is, you take this knife, rush over there, and hack at whatever you encounter after turning the corner." Feng Bujue replied, "I'll cover you from behind."

"I choose the second option." Wang Tanzhi's answer was instantly fluent; he hadn't even heard what the second option was.

"Actually, I also prefer the second option." As Feng Bujue spoke, he walked in front of Wang Tanzhi, standing in front of the first door on the right with no sense of tension, and turned the doorknob.

Everyone knows that in horror games, doors are a scary threshold. No one knows what will be revealed after opening the door. Moreover, there's the classic malicious design of the "door kill," so opening the door is as dangerous as chasing after that shadow around the corner.

Normally, at this moment, most people would cautiously reach out to push the door open, lower their bodies, keep as far away from the doorway as possible, and be ready to run away at any time. But Feng Bujue's actions at this moment were like rushing to a toilet stall under the compulsion of urgent bowel movements. He strode forward, leaned his upper body forward, and pushed the door open to enter.

The room was dark, with the light from the corridor shining in, revealing a horrifying scene.

This was a ward of about ten square meters. The cabinet in the corner was overturned, as was the trash can in the corner. The floor was littered with debris, but most of it seemed to be useless garbage, such as torn rags, wastepaper balls, broken flowerpots, some soiled cotton swabs, broken glass medicine bottles, and so on. The bedsheets were torn, and the entire room was filled with the smell of blood. Almost every place illuminated by the light was stained with blood.

"The Training Mode becomes an invisible option when players reach level five. Obviously, this mode is designed for novices, allowing players to level up to level five more safely." Feng Bujue said as he walked to the cabinet, turned it around, and rummaged through the remaining items inside. "Those 'pro players,' after finishing the novice tutorial, probably only play the Training Mode once at most; or they simply don't play it at all and directly enter the Single Player Survival Mode. Because these players must have read the relevant game instructions beforehand, they know that the rewards for this kind of mode that only rewards experience are definitely far worse than the official Survival Mode."

Feng Bujue found an unopened syringe in the cabinet. He glanced at the attributes and directly put it into his inventory. "Judging from the reward situation, the Training Mode is even worse than the novice tutorial, so I think its completion difficulty is basically similar to the tutorial. As long as players aren't scared into disconnecting, they can pass the level even without solving puzzles." At this moment, he actually bent down, leaned close, and sniffed what kind of smell the broken medicine bottle had. "Actually, we don't have to enter these doors to explore at all; we can just chase after that black shadow and continue the game. I think it will take at most twenty minutes, and after experiencing several battles that are likely to cost Survival Value, we can solve this script."

"Then why did you come in?" Wang Tanzhi said.

"I said, there are two options. You chose the second option without even listening." Feng Bujue unfolded the paper balls on the ground one by one, held them under the light, and watched them one by one. "The second option is to solve the puzzle."

"Hey… didn't you just say…"

"I said you can pass the level without solving the puzzle, but I didn't say there are no puzzles to solve." Feng Bujue continued, "It's just that even if we solve the puzzle, we won't get Technique Value." He continued to check the papers, his expression unchanged. "But solving the puzzle has at least one advantage, which is that it can reduce the difficulty of clearing the level. Simply put… use intelligence to share part of the work that requires physical strength." As he spoke, he picked out a piece of paper, handed it to Wang Tanzhi, and said, "See what this situation is."

"This is…" Wang Tanzhi took the paper, looked at it for a few seconds, and asked, "A medical record?"

[Name: Medical Record of an Unidentified Person]
[Type: Story-Related]
[Quality: Average]
[Function: Unknown]
[Can This Item Be Brought Out of This Script: No]
[Remarks: Several parts of this paper are obscured by blood.]

"This is your expertise." Feng Bujue said, then raised the remaining stack of papers in his hand. "I'll look at this pile."

Wang Tanzhi only glanced at it and felt his scalp tingle. The top sheet of the stack Feng Bujue was holding had a strange human face drawn on it.

The two came to the brighter corridor and looked at it for about three or four minutes. Wang Tanzhi looked very carefully, because many parts of the medical record were covered by blood, so he had to guess while looking. Feng Bujue was just skimming through them, quickly scanning one sheet after another. He was a reading addict, so he read everything very quickly, and his memory, comprehension, and reasoning were very efficient. In addition, the content on these papers didn't scare him, so in his eyes, it was almost the same as looking at illustrations in a regular magazine.

"Are you finished?" Feng Bujue asked this question first.

Wang Tanzhi's eyes were still on the medical record. He thought for a while and replied, "This is a male, twelve years old… still a child."

Feng Bujue touched his chin. "Oh… a Young Pioneer." No one knew how his mind worked…

"Hmm… leukemia, he's been hospitalized for quite a long time, but…" Wang Tanzhi put down the medical record. "Judging from the medical record, he doesn't have many days left…" He raised his head, his eyes shifting to the end of the corridor again. "Now he's probably become a ghost…"

Feng Bujue said, "Not necessarily. There are three doors here. We only know that the first room is likely to be the ward of the boy in this medical record, but we can't be sure if the shadow we saw just now was him." He handed the stack of papers in his hand to Wang Tanzhi. "You don't need to look closely, just look at the attributes." After a second, he added, "These papers have six different faces drawn on them, and each paper has a number in one corner."

[Name: Human Face Sketches * 6]
[Type: Story-Related]
[Quality: Average]
[Function: Unknown]
[Can This Item Be Brought Out of This Script: No]
[Remarks: These paintings were clearly made by the same person. This item can be split or stacked. When stacked, it is regarded as one item.]

"I'm getting more and more confused…" Wang Tanzhi said.

Feng Bujue nodded. "That's normal. The clues to solve the puzzle are obviously still insufficient." As he spoke, he stepped towards the second room. "In addition, I have another hypothesis, and this hypothesis is also the reason why I hope to clear the level after solving the puzzle." He pushed open the second door and said at the same time, "I believe that among these three wards, we can find at least one formal piece of equipment."