Chapter 11 Lets Play a Game 2

Chapter 11 Let“s Play a Game 2

"You love your job, a job that gives you a strong sense of duty. You’ve used your camera to record many bloody truths, waking the conscience in people’s heart, but do you really care? Are you a pretender hiding behind the mask of justice or a real fighter for fairness?

"At this moment, there is a toxin running through your body, eating away at your life. After you gain consciousness, your metabolism will double the toxin’s speed. You have around forty minutes to find the only exit to leave this place. Let’s see if the conscience of the man who has been hiding behind the camera can help him get back to his loving family.

"Life or death, make your choice."

Feng Bujue was already standing when the recording was halfway through and inspected his surroundings. He was still wearing the default black t-shirt and jeans. Based on the plot of the movie that this scenario was inspired by, he even checked his pockets, but they were empty. His inventory had not changed; the plastic syringe was the only thing inside.

"F*ck your choice!" Feng Bujue cursed after the recording ended. The system did not warn him for using the curse word because he was in solo mode. Then he inspected the Walkman’s attributes through the menu.

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Item Name: Walkman with a tape inside

Item Type: Plot Item

Quality: Poor

Function: Play tapes.

Can be taken out of the scenario: No

Feng Bujue looked at his Stamina and Life Points. They were practically full. The Life Points would start to drop due to the ’toxin’, but at least he did not need to worry about Stamina Points. He calmed down by adjusting his breathing. He knew that beyond the door would be another game. It was time to focus.

He nudged through the space and pushed the door open. As the door swung open, he heard a click. Something behind the door had been triggered. Several seconds later, the new room lit up. Feng Bujue walked into the room, and the door closed on its own. It was unclear whether this was part of the trap or it was the system.

There was a very small wooden chair sitting in the middle of the room. On top of the chair was a doll wearing a black suit. It held a piece of paper in its hand. The doll was the size of a child and had a long face. It had a strange hairstyle, a white face, a black sclera, and blood red pupils. Its cheeks were painted with red swirls, and the lips were red like dripping blood. It was quite scary to run into a face like that at midnight, but at that moment, unless the doll started moving, it was still quite acceptable.

"Hello, Ash. Since you’re here, it means that you did not choose to wait for death. Then listen to the rules." The tape hidden inside the doll’s stomach started to play. "You should have already seen a working machine..."

Feng Bujue’s eyes moved to a machine that was the size of a washing machine. On top of the machine was a circular mouth about the size of a plate. It was large enough for someone to put their head in. From the hole, the sound of machinery operating could be heard. Feng Bujue walked closer to inspect it. About half a meter away from the mouth, there were two rows of gears, they were placed close to each other, leaving only a small gap between them. The rows of gears turned in the same direction like two waterfalls. Even though the speed was not fast, the twisting force was strong. With the machine’s efficiency, crunching through wood or iron was entirely possible.

Just above the mouth was a timer. The time was set for five minutes, and it was already ticking. Next to the timer was a weight; the unit of measurement was kilograms, and the needle was pointing at zero.

"This machine can grind objects and open the door to the next room. All you need to do is toss in enough material to get enough weight. When you have put in more than 15,000 grams, the door will open. If you cut off the power or wait until the timer runs out, the machine will stop operating..."

Feng Bujue started looking around for things that he could throw into the machine. Other than the wooden chair and the doll, there had to be something else.

"There is an iron cage in the room that’s welded to the ground, and inside it is a macaque that has been shot with a strong anesthetic. It weighs about 10,000 grams. Of course, the thing you might do is throw in this doll and chair, but unfortunately, their combined weight is only 7,500 grams..."

Feng Bujue grabbed the newspaper that the doll was holding. The headline of the article was "They are not your dinner!" The picture that was attached to the article showed a small monkey kept inside an iron cage, pleading at the camera with an innocence that was unique to helpless animals. The article’s byline was none other than Ash.

"You castigated the illegal hunters and rebuked those who purchased products made from wild animals as heartless executioners, but during your many travels for the sake of interviews, you have personally enjoyed many meals that were made from these protected animals. In fact, inside your wife’s closet, there is more than one minx coat. You have seen how these animals are treated with your own eyes, yet, what have you done?

"Now, I shall give you the experience to feel what is it like to be a real executioner. Will you use this creature’s life in exchange for your own? Make your choice, Ash."

The recording stopped there. Feng Bujue was still reading the newspaper; his old habit was surfacing. He wanted to finish this fake article that had been created by the system...