Chapter 252
Feng Bujue did not know where the music he heard was coming from, and he had no idea why the shadow before him was acting this way . The only thing he could do was maintain his alert and keep three meters away from the shadow to prevent the shadow from making any sudden moves . And the shadow did a moonwalk as it shuffled backward . Following the rhythm of the music, it slowly moved out of the black room . When he reached Feng Bujue, it suddenly screamed and grabbed at its crotch . At that moment, the background music changed to Beat It .
Throughout the time he had spent playing this game, this was the most shocking moment for Feng Bujue . The shadow changed its dance moves . It turned, stepped, and leaned in smooth actions . Dancing to its own beat, it moved toward the ground floor . As it moved away, the background music gradually faded . It became silent as the shadow turned the corner at the stairs and disappeared from Feng Bujue's sight . That was when the background music stopped .
"Ha… Haha…" Feng Bujue's lips twitched as he chuckled drily for a few times . He did not hurry after the shadow because ground floor was now shrouded in darkness . If he walked out from the storage room, he would miss his target, and he could not tell whether the shadow was an NPC or a monster and whether it would attack him or not . With regards to this strange plot or event, even Feng Bujue could not wrap his head around it . This felt very incongruous with the rest of the plot . It pulled one out of character . However, it did fit the jokey, prankish demeanor of the system very well .
Feng Bujue did not waste too much time on this senseless development . Since the light from the corridor could filter into the room, he entered it to conduct his search . As mentioned earlier, other than darkness, there was nothing in the room . But once Feng Bujue entered the room, he realized that the spot where the shadow once stood was quite weird . On that small square of floor, there was a dark stain . From afar, it looked like a stain, but upon closer inspection, one would realize that it was a painting . The painting was formed from black lines, and the drawing was quite exquisite . It drew six items in total .
"Soap, fake teeth, perfume, leather cap, blanket, and fake eye . " Feng Bujue rapidly identified the six items the paintings represented . "They are all items that I can take with me out of the scenario…"
Without even realizing it, from the start of the scenario until now, Feng Bujue had already found all six items, but before now, he had no idea what the purpose behind them was .
"I think I can sniff the smell of a hidden quest in the air…" Feng Bujue could not help but laugh .
With patience, the man looked through the room carefully . After ensuring that was the only clue, he turned to leave .
"Will there be a white shadow who dances to the music of Gangnam Style behind the white door?" Feng Bujue said half-jokingly as he pushed open the white door . The door opened . The color scheme of the room was the expected white color, and the room was cast in a white glow . But it was not a strong light, so it did not hurt the eye .
With just one glance, Feng Bujue could tell that this white room was a surgery room . In the middle of the room, there was a surgery table or rather… an experiment table . The table was wide, sturdy, and heavy . It was metallic and joined to the floor, so it could not be moved . An adult could lie on it fine .
A strong, vomit-inducing smell drifted out from the room . The smell became more intense under the cover of the disinfectant . Feng Bujue quickly showed the gas mask before stepping into the room . Previously, on the way back from the ground floor, he had set the mask to be invisible again . Of course, in the eyes of the NPCs and the monsters, he looked like another person, and that did not affect his equipment .
Within the white room, there were four small carts filled with tools around the sides of the table . There were many regular surgery tools on them, and there were some carpentry tools like electric drill and saws . None of the heavy-duty tools were damaged . That could be confirmed from a glance at them . But Feng Bujue still picked them up one by one with excitement and studied their properties .
With his Not So Hasty Repair, even though it was trash, he could make them run normally for fifteen minutes, and that was a good idea that Feng Bujue had . However, after he studied the properties of all the trash, he realized a problem . All those heavy tools needed to have a direct current . To put it simply… they had to be plugged into an electric supply .
To quote a movie—'everyone is blind, and there is reason behind it' . If you were asked how many electric plug were in your current room, there was an eighty percent chance that you would not know the answer . And if you were asked how many holes were on the plugs in total, likely no one would know the answer . As a self-defense mechanism, the human brain could filter away a large amount of 'useless' information in our daily lives . Therefore, even if it was something that would enter our eyes daily, we would know nothing about it .
If asked, you would not know how many window panes were in your home, you would not know how many stations you pass on our daily commute, and you would forget the color of the wall of the café that you had just visited; you might even forget the pattern on your shoes unless you lowered your head to check . In one's growing environment, this kind of mechanism would gradually form . With regards to which information would be labelled 'useless', that was decided by the brain itself .
Assuming one did not have this defensive mechanism… theoretically speaking, one's brain could collect and memorize more than eighty-six million pieces of information every day, far beyond the capacity of any supercomputer in the world . You might not have realized so much information passes through your mind because the information that is collected by your brain and utilized by it is only five percent of the total; the remaining ninety-five percent is sent into your subconscious to be used when necessary . Even though that was the case, in reality, the ninety-five percent basically had been filtered away, and one would have a hard time remembering any of it .
However, everyone is different . In the above described unconscious situation, one with a more mature brain would be able to record more information . The details in their memories will be more specific . These are people with great 'observation power' .
Obviously, Feng Bujue was this kind of person . He had been given training in this manner since he was young . Even though he did not purposely pay attention to the issue of the plug, as long as he took a tour around his subconscious at that moment, he would be able to come to a simple conclusion—there was no electrical plug in the scenario .
"Should I carry them in my inventory? I could fix them with a skill…" Feng Bujue considered . "But it seems pointless . This kind of tool will be sold at the system shop . It has the non-direct current version, but the price is a bit high . "
He hesitated for a while before putting them down . After all those items were trash quality, and they would not trade for much at the shop . After searching for five minutes, Feng Bujue found nothing . Therefore, an inspired thought came to him, and he lay down on the extremely disgusting surgery table . To his surprise, he really triggered a cinematic that way…
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This cinematic was broadcast from the perspective of someone who was lying on the surgery table . It was taken from a first-person perspective .
"Please I beg you… Hah… hah… let me go… I have a lot of money . I come from a noble family . I can give you all the money that you want… Ah…"
The man begged for a while before being cut off by the scream that came from his mouth . The camera that was covered in blood stopped for several seconds . Then, as the test subject tried to raise its head, two figures entered his sight . There was a short person with brown hair and a youth with blond hair . They both wore shirts and suspenders . They also wore masks and aprons . They were covered in blood, looking like two butchers .
Just earlier, the noble's leg had been sawed off directly from the knee . Since he was required to be conscious during the experiment, Arthur had used alchemy to craft him a 'special anesthetic' so that he would not faint during the experiment .
"B*stards! You two b*stards…" The noble screamed and cursed . Suddenly, he stopped; the screen was filled with blood . "You! It's you! You're Arthur, the kid who lives at the farm!"
Arthur was about to use the circular saw to cut off the man's other leg . When he heard that, he stopped and slowly turned his head around . "You know me?"
"Y… Yes! I know you! I remember… a… a few months ago, Old Jim had just died . There was no one who could take his place at the market, so during that month, it was you who transported the goods to the market," the noble said . "I remember you . You are short and always wear a bandana to cover your face . I'm certainly not mistaken . It is you!
"B*stard, you sure are brave . You are just a farmer, but you dare to do this to me . Do you know who I am‽ I am related to the Royal Palace…"
"Is that everything?" Arthur cut him off . His cold and expressionless eyes showed that he was not scared by the threat . "You trash, choked full on power and luxury, what else would you pursue in life other than material gain? You will not give any contribution to society or the world . You have gained hold over a large amount of resources but will only process sh*t . You bring pressure and pain to the other people .
"While you ask that they suffer all that, you demand that they sing praise about you . " Arthur scoffed . "Even the horses and cows on the farm and ants in the ground are more noble than you… You disgust me to my core . "
His eyes spoke of extreme condescension . "So, let me help you find some value in this world… Your hair will be turned into a blanket, your eyeball will be made into a fake eye, your teeth will be turned into fake teeth, your fat will be made into soap, and your skin can be crafted into a cap, and finally… the wax of your carcass can be crafted into a vial of valuable perfume . "
At that moment, Andrew was only standing at the side, saying nothing . Then again, there was nothing that he felt like saying .
The fear in the noble's eyes increased so many times over, and bead-like sweat slid down his face . "No… No, please, that was not what I meant… What… what are you doing? I can give you money, even a royal court position…"
Arthur could not help but laugh .
"Hahaha… I am not as greedy as you, so I do not think I am in need of money . About the court position…" A murderous glow appeared in his eyes . "I am from the Xin clan . What kind of position do you think I will be given? A knight? A marquee? Hahaha…"
Several minutes later, the circular saw spun again, and the room was soon overwhelmed by endless screams .
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"You must be joking…" After watching the cinematic, Feng Bujue could not help but lower his head to look at the shirt pocket that was stuffed with items . Even though he had placed the leather cap, perfume, and blanket inside the inventory, he had kept the soap, fake teeth, and the fake eye in his pocket . After discovering their origin, he had a chill that ran through his body .
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