Chapter 12 Lets Play a Game 3

Chapter 12 Let“s Play a Game 3

"Hmm... This might work on female players who love animals." Feng Bujue moved his gaze away from the newspaper to look at the monkey inside the cage. "If it’s necessary, even in real life, I would not have hesitated... much less in a game."

He put the newspaper down like his interest in it had been lost. "But... since the recording has given me such a precise weight, it should be a type of hint."

He walked to the machine, squatted down, and leaned close to take a look. In that posture, he walked around the machine and then used his fist to punch the shell of the machine before kicking it heavily twice. The shell was not your typical thin iron sheet but a sturdy metallic slab. The corners were securely welded and could not be deconstructed with his bare hands, and the machine was too unwieldy to be moved alone.

There were no obvious cracks on the surface, and the two meters were secured tightly. In less than three minutes, finding an opening in this machine did not appear possible. Therefore, Feng Bujue walked back to the iron cage. As the recording said, it was welded to the ground and would not budge at all. He walked around the room, and it was empty other than the four walls. He walked back to the middle of the room and grabbed the doll while he sat on the wooden chair. Because of the miniscule size, he was technically squatting instead of sitting.

"If I need to escape this room without killing the monkey... then other than this chair and doll that weigh 7,500 grams, I need to find another 7,500 grams." He placed his right elbow on his knee and titled his head to the side. His index finger and middle finger tapped his forehead rhythmically.

"At most, the Walkman will weight around one thousand grams, the syringe will be even less. I cannot remove the clothes or shoes due to system limitations. Hmm... Suddenly, I miss that rock. It probably weighs at least two thousand grams," he said with a smile. "Then... in this empty room, there is only one thing left that can be moved..."

The rest was simple. Based on the sound, he could easily work out the location of the mouth. Feng Bujue leaned back as he fed the tube into the mouth of the machine. The gears crushed the tube, and even though there was some broken glass that flew out during the process, Feng Bujue was spared the injury because he was already prepared.

After three quarters of the tube had disappeared down the mouth, he released his grip. He turned and walked in the direction that he had come from. He recounted the steps and quickly moved in the dark. He took careful measure of the size of the steps that he took, afraid that he might kick the stuff that he needed away. He did not have time to waste searching in the dark.

Thankfully, no accidents like that happened. He reached the doll in less than ten seconds. The time was winding down. Feng Bujue squatted down and grabbed the doll with one hand and the wooden chair with another. He turned and ran to the machine. This time, he did not need to be careful about the steps he took, so his gait was large, and he reached the machine in just a few seconds. He dropped the stuff in.

The wooden chair’s back was larger than the mouth of the machine; Feng Bujue had noticed that earlier and noted it in his heart. If not for that knowledge, he would have become flustered. But Feng Bujue would not make that kind of mistake. He stepped on the chair to bend it. Then, the chair became small enough to feed into the machine.

In his mind, he had five seconds left. At about three seconds, the machine stopped working. Due to the enveloping darkness, Feng Bujue could not see the numbers of the timer or the weight. He had no idea whether the machine stopped because he had reached the goal of 15,000 grams or he had failed.

The next few seconds were long and arduous. Nothing happened, and Feng Bujue’s heart slowly sank. Was the light tube not heavy enough? In reality, that kind of hanging lamp, even with the plastic casing, might not weigh more than 7,500 grams. But when he was holding it earlier, he had felt that it was heavier than that. He believed that was part of the game’s set up as well, or had he calculated wrongly? Was the only way to leave this room to kill the monkey?

All the suspicion and questions disappeared with the sound of another click. The door to the next room opened. In reality, it took around ten seconds for the mechanism to trigger, but it just appeared longer to Feng Bujue due to the situation that he was in.

A ray of light shot in through the open door, a sign that the game was not yet over.