Feng Bujue didn't know where the music by his ear came from, nor did he know what the dark figure in front of him wanted. He could only be on guard, keeping a distance of at least three meters from the figure to prevent any aggressive actions.

The dark figure moonwalked, walking backward, keeping pace with the music as it slowly exited the black room. When it reached Feng Bujue's front, it suddenly let out a scream and grabbed its crotch. In that instant, the background music changed to "Beat It."

Having played this game for so long, Feng Bujue thought this was the most shocking moment.

The dark figure changed its dance moves, stepping, shuffling, turning, all fluid and stylish, as it headed towards the ground floor.

As it moved further away, the music grew softer until the figure turned the corner of the staircase and disappeared from Feng Bujue's sight. The background music stopped at the appropriate moment.

"Heh... heh..." The corners of Feng Bujue's mouth twitched, and he chuckled a few times. He didn't follow because the ground floor was currently pitch black. As soon as he left the storage room, he would lose his target. He also wasn't sure if the shadow was an NPC or a monster, and whether it would attack him.

He was completely clueless about this inexplicable plot, or rather, event. The sense of incongruity was too strong, and it didn't fit the plot atmosphere of this script. It was more in line with the system's consistent spirit of nonsense.

Feng Bujue didn't dwell on this absurd scene for too long. Now that the light from the corridor could shine into this room, he would just search it.

As mentioned earlier, apart from the darkness, the room was empty. However, Feng Bujue quickly noticed something unusual in the spot where the dark figure had been standing.

On that small patch of ground, there was a pool of black stains. From a distance, it looked like stains, but up close, it was a pattern.

The patterns were all composed of black lines, drawn with great skill. There were six items in total.

"Soap, dentures, perfume, leather cap, blanket, prosthetic eye." Feng Bujue quickly identified the items represented by the six figures. "Are these all plot items that can be taken out of the script..."

Without realizing it, Feng Bujue had collected all six items from the start of the script until now. He just didn't know what they represented.

"I seem to smell the scent of a hidden mission..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but laugh.

He was very patient and carefully checked the room again, confirming that there was only this one clue before leaving.

"Will a white shadow doing a horse-riding dance appear behind the white door..." Feng Bujue joked as he pushed the door open.

The door opened, and the room's color scheme was naturally white, completely enveloped in white light, but it wasn't strong light, so it wasn't dazzling. It could be said that the visibility in the room was good. At first glance, it could be confirmed that this white room was an operating room.

In the center of the room was an operating table, or rather... an experimental table. The table was wide and thick, made of metal, connected to the ground, and couldn't be moved. It was estimated that even a synthetic human could lie on it without any problems.

A strong, nauseating odor permeated the room. The smell became even more pungent under the cover of disinfectant. Feng Bujue quickly displayed his gas mask again (he had restored his faceless state on the way back from the ground floor, but of course, in the eyes of NPCs and monsters, his image was always another person, regardless of his attire) before stepping into the room.

On either side of the experimental table were three or four trolleys with tools on them. There were many conventional surgical instruments, as well as tools such as electric drills and circular saws used for woodworking. Without exception, these heavy tools were damaged. This could be confirmed simply from their appearance, but Feng Bujue still picked them up with great interest and checked their attributes one by one.

He possessed the skill [Not-So-Sloppy Repair], so even garbage could be made to work for fifteen minutes. That's what Feng Bujue thought...

Unfortunately, after reading the attributes of those pieces of junk, he realized a problem. All these heavy tools could only be used when connected to a DC stabilized power supply. In simple terms... they needed to be plugged into an outlet.

There is a saying in a movie, "Everyone is blind." This is not without reason. For example, if I ask you now, how many outlets are there in the room you are in right now, you probably don't know. If you ask how many sockets there are on these outlets, then probably no one knows.

The human brain has a protective mechanism that helps us filter out a lot of "useless" information in daily life. Therefore, even for things that often come into view, we will be ignorant of them.

We don't know how many window panes there are in our house; we don't know how many stops there are on the subway we take every day; we forget the color of the walls as soon as we leave a place, and can't even tell the pattern on the slippers we're wearing unless we look down.

As a person grows and adapts to their surroundings, this mechanism is gradually established. As for which information is "useless," it is a choice autonomously determined by the brain.

And if there were no such instinctive protection... then, in theory, the human brain could collect and memorize about 86 million pieces of information every day, surpassing any computer in the world. You may not realize that so much information is entering your head, because only 5% of the information collected and organized by the brain can actually be called upon subjectively by you, while the other 95% is automatically processed by the brain and enters your subconscious for future use.

That being said, that 95% is actually equivalent to being filtered out and is difficult to recall.

Here, I naturally have to say a "but."

But, there are differences between people. In the above-mentioned unconscious situation, the more developed a person's brain is, the more information they can remember. The details about things in their memory will be more specific. These are the people with keen "observational skills."

Obviously, Feng Bujue was such a person, and he had trained in this area since he was a child. Even if he didn't deliberately pay attention to the problem of outlets, he could get a very definite conclusion by simply browsing his subconscious – there were no outlets at all on the entire script map.

"Should I put it in my inventory and take it away... I can use a skill to repair it and then use it..." Feng Bujue considered, "But it doesn't seem to make much sense. The system store sells this kind of tool, and there are those that don't need to be plugged in, but they're quite expensive."

After considering it for a while, he still didn't take it. After all, these things were all of garbage quality, and he couldn't exchange them for much money even if he took them to the store to sell.

After searching for five or six minutes, Feng Bujue didn't find anything. Then, he had a whim and lay down on the experimental table that emitted an extremely disgusting odor. As a result, he really triggered a CG...

...

This CG was a scene from the first-person perspective of a person lying on an operating table.

"Please... ha... ha... let me go... I have a lot of money, I am a nobleman, how much do you want... ah—" The person begged halfway before screaming.

The bloodshot lens lingered on the ceiling for a few seconds. As the test subject struggled to raise his head forward, two figures entered his sight.

In the picture were a short brown-haired man and a blond young man. They were both wearing shirts and suspenders, masks, and aprons. They were covered in blood, looking like two butchers.

Just now, one of the nobleman's legs had been cut off from the root of his thigh. Since the experiment required him to remain conscious, Arthur used alchemy to give him some "special anesthetic," which prevented him from even fainting.

"Bastards! You two bastards..." the nobleman cursed. Suddenly, he paused for a moment, and the picture became congested. "You! It's you! You're Arthur! That kid who lives on the farm!"

Arthur was about to use a circular saw to saw off the other leg of this guy when he heard this. He stopped and slowly turned his head. "You know me?"

"I... yes! I know you! I remember... in that... that month, Old Jim just died, and the market hadn't found a replacement for him yet, so in that month, you were responsible for transporting goods to the market," the nobleman said. "I remember you, short guy, always wearing a cloak to cover your face, there's no mistake, it's you!" He paused. "Kid, you're so bold, a mere farmer, daring to do this to me, do you know who I am! I'm with the Grand Duke of the Imperial City..."

"Is that all you have to say?" Arthur interrupted. His cold expression announced that the other party's intimidation was meaningless. "You brainless, fatuous wastes only know how to consolidate your power and indulge in extravagant pleasures, doing nothing beneficial to this world.

You occupy a large amount of social resources, but only produce feces. You only bring oppression and burden to your fellow humans, but you still force them to praise you while enduring this." Arthur sneered. "Even the cattle and horses in the pasture, the termites in the dirt pile, are nobler than you... you disgust me." His eyes were full of ridicule. "Let me help you discover some value in being alive... your hair will be woven into a blanket, your eyeballs will be made into prosthetic eyes, your teeth will be made into dentures, your fat will be made into soap, your skin can be made into a hat, and finally... your corpse oil can be used to refine a good perfume."

Andrew just stood beside him, saying nothing. He couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The nobleman's expression was filled with unprecedented fear, and beads of sweat rolled down his face. "No... no... don't, I don't mean that... you... what do you want, I can give you money, even a title..."

"Hehehe..." Arthur couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not as greedy as you, so I don't think I need money. As for a title..." His eyes revealed obvious killing intent. "I am a member of the Xing clan, what do you think I should recommend to the local Grand Duke to do? A knight? A baron? Hahahaha..."

A few seconds later, the circular saw started up again, and the room was soon submerged in continuous screams.

...

"Are you kidding me..." After watching the CG, Feng Bujue couldn't help but look down at the outside of his overstuffed coat pockets.

Although he had put the leather cap, perfume, and blanket into his inventory, the soap, dentures, and prosthetic eye were in his pocket. After learning that these things all came from the human body, everyone would get goosebumps.

"Sigh... I should have guessed it would be something like this." Feng Bujue muttered, "Okay... there's only one last room left to go to. The patterns in the black room and the images in the white room undoubtedly remind me what these six items mean... it's likely that they will determine whether I can see the 'true' ending." He calculated, "This is telling me that if I haven't collected these six items in the previous game process before opening the gray iron door, then I should go back and find them now, right..."

Thinking of this, Feng Bujue walked out of the white room. He didn't go to open the gray iron door, but headed towards the ground floor. He went up the stairs and opened the wooden door to enter the storage room. Sure enough, looking at the corridor now, it was no longer pitch black.

Some light came in through the windows of each room, allowing the players to barely see the surrounding scenery. But looking out the window, it was still a chaotic mess, with nothing to be seen.

"Well... this is undoubtedly free exploration time before clearing the game. You can go up and down all four floors, you can go find any missing props if you want, or you can directly open the gray iron door to see the ending." Feng Bujue thought, "But it doesn't make much sense to me, because I searched carefully earlier, and I already have all six items."

Even though he thought so, Feng Bujue still went to one place, which was the room on the second floor directly above the entrance hall.

He came to the iron door and tried to pull the doorknobs on both sides, but it still wouldn't open.

Feng Bujue helplessly left there, and then went from top to bottom, from the ground floor to the second basement floor, going through every room. He wasn't looking for anything, it was just that his exploration compulsion made him worry that he had missed something, so he had to go around.

Finally, he returned to the gray iron door. Although he didn't gain anything from this trip, he gained psychological satisfaction...

"Then... the moment to witness the miracle..." Feng Bujue complained as he pushed open the iron door.

This room was gray, just like the atmosphere of this script, gray, gloomy.

On the side of the wall facing the door, there was a chair and a small table. Arthur was sitting in that chair, quietly looking at Feng Bujue at the door.

"Are you awake..." Arthur said, "The prison cell really can't hold you..."

"Do you have a mirror?" This was the first sentence Feng Bujue asked.

"A mirror?" Arthur raised his eyes and made eye contact with Feng Bujue for two seconds. Then, he slowly raised his right arm and pressed his palm against the wall.

A second later, a wall next to Feng Bujue suddenly lit up, instantly being alchemized into a mirror.

"He can do this without drawing an alchemy array..." Feng Bujue thought. He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

Basically, the image in the mirror didn't exceed his expectations. To describe it, it was a zombified Andrew.

"My silly brother." Arthur said, "You thought you were very smart, and this... is the price."

"Can you explain it to me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Don't you understand?" Arthur replied, "I know about you changing the experimental data; I also know about you stealing the recipe; and the tampering you did on the alchemy array... in fact, it was wrong." He sighed deeply, "You pretended to be that innocent and kind good brother, while plotting to plunder my body. But you never expected that from the beginning, the alchemy that you found that could ‘exchange souls’ was faked by me." He paused, looked at the change in Feng Bujue's expression, and continued, "You thought you had successfully deceived me, allowing me to perform the exchange alchemy without knowing. It's just a pity, the opposite is true, you misunderstood the effect of that array."

"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but laugh and said, "Is it my fault?"

Arthur was a little surprised by his reaction, but still maintained his inherent composure. "Are you mentally disturbed?"

"No, no." Feng Bujue shook his head with a smile. He just thought these two brothers were very interesting. He originally thought Arthur was a big villain, but it seemed that Andrew was not a good bird either. Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Even if he was just an accomplice, after helping to do so many insane things for so long, could he still say that this Andrew was really kind?

"Then can you tell me, brother, what is the real effect of this alchemy array?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course, it is for the purpose of transforming me into a human being." Arthur replied, "And the price is to turn an ordinary human into a demon."

"This is a demon?" Feng Bujue pointed to himself in the mirror. "Demons are so weak?"

"Unfortunately, the alchemy failed." Arthur explained, "I did not become a human being, and you, became like this..."

"Is it your miscalculation?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course not, I don't make mistakes." Arthur replied.

"I understand, then there is only one answer..." Feng Bujue said, "I am not a pure human either."

Arthur sighed bitterly. "I lost my mind, I should have thought of it earlier, how could the son of 'that woman' be an ordinary person..."

"Are you referring to Mom?" Feng Bujue tentatively asked.

"Yes, Mom, huh..." Arthur's face showed a look of loss, "Do you know why she picked me up?"

"To take your power?" What kind of person was Feng Bujue? An absolute pessimist, he never believed in the original goodness of human nature, so he had a full psychological estimate of the extent of human heart's treachery.

"Oh? Did she tell you before she died?" Arthur responded.

"No, I'm just guessing." Feng Bujue said, "I know very well that that woman is not simple..." The previous CG images flashed quickly in his mind. "She outwardly opposed your use of alchemy, but when you, a child under the age of ten, were studying those profound books, she was indifferent. Humph... speaking of which, those books were basically found for you by her, right." He paused for a second, and then said, "Before she passed away, knowing that her plan was hopeless, she pretended to be a good mother who really loved you, trying to restrain you with family affection and let you take care of her biological son." Feng Bujue took out the *Advanced Alchemy* book and took out the photo from the book page, reading the words on the back, "Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love. Hehe... at first, when I saw this photo, I felt very strange, why was it sandwiched in such a book? Now I understand, she is using this method to remind you that you are a family." Feng Bujue sneered, "Unfortunately... she underestimated you too much, she must have seen through what kind of person she was at a very young age. If I guessed correctly, even her death..."

"Yes, it was me." Arthur took over, "I spent a year leading her to death. She didn't know until she died that her 'incurable disease' was planned by me."