We sometimes see a trick used by hosts on quiz shows. For example, there are three panels on stage, and the host tells the contestants that behind one of the panels is a brand-new car, while the other two have nothing behind them. Then, he asks the contestants to choose one to open.

The contestant chooses the first panel. At this point, the host, who knows which panel has the car, goes to the third panel, opens it, and there’s nothing behind it. Then, the host walks to the contestant and says, “Do you still want to choose the first panel? Do you want to change your choice?”

Most people wouldn’t change their choice, simply out of stubbornness or fear, believing that the host is using reverse psychology to try and trick them into falling into a trap. But in reality, regardless of where the car is, setting aside emotional factors and based on statistics, making a choice based on the change in variance, one should change their selection to the second panel.

Feng Bujue didn’t enter the first door after much consideration, regardless of whether he saw himself from overlapping timelines or a simple hallucination, whether it was a form of interference or a hint. Choosing to enter the other corridors wouldn’t decrease the chances of finding a potion, and the probability of encountering danger, or rather, "choosing wrong," was lower than entering the first door.

Prioritizing the exploration of other paths can also serve as corroboration for what happened in the first path. After collecting more script information, perhaps he can more accurately explain that scene from before.

Ta-ta-ta… Extremely rapid footsteps.

After entering the third door, Feng Bujue began running down the corridor. He ran extremely fast, his figure like a purple cheetah, skimming across the corridor. He knew in his heart that he couldn’t waste any more time in these monotonous corridors.

The first twenty-three minutes were about to end, and he hadn't found a single potion yet. Even after finding a potion, he’d probably have to spend time solving a few electric saw door games. Those games were invigorating, mind-sharpening, and body-strengthening. If played in reality, besides causing permanent disabilities and psychological trauma, there was also a high probability of death. But in Thriller Paradise, taking this script as an example, if played poorly, at best, his survival value or time would be greatly reduced, at worst, he’d have to offer up a Contra medal.

That [Jazz Dance] hadn't been destroyed in the previous script was a great stroke of luck for Feng Bujue. This divine effect that both increased running speed and reduced physical exertion could help him save a lot of time right now.

"Eh?" As Feng Bujue ran, he saw a door suddenly appear on the side of the corridor ahead, a wooden door that looked quite old.

This was in the middle of the corridor. He didn’t know how much longer the path ahead was, but the existence of a room in this corridor was quite unexpected. He originally thought these monotonous corridors were just passages to waste players’ time, connecting different flag locations, but he didn't expect there to be some settings in the middle.

Feng Bujue stopped in front of the door without hesitation and reached out to pull the doorknob. He definitely had to go in. What if there was a potion inside? No one ever said potions had to be at the end of the corridor. Besides, whether this corridor had an end, and whether there was a potion at the end, were all questionable. Just like what would pop out from behind this door, everything was unknown.

The door was opened, very quietly, without the creaking sound of wood that Feng Bujue had imagined. The room inside was dark, and the light from the corridor was swallowed by the darkness at the door. Feng Bujue didn’t rush in. He took out his flashlight and shone it inside, first seeing the internal situation clearly.

This was an empty small room, without any furniture. Some empty cardboard boxes and large baskets were piled in the corner. There was even a window in the room, but it was sealed tightly with an iron plate. There were no other doors in the room, and no carpet on the floor. The floor was different from the corridor outside, appearing very old and uneven, with some mottled marks, looking like they were caused by insect damage.

It was still hard to say what clues or items were hidden in this room, but one thing was certain: there was no one inside, and no place for anyone to hide.

Feng Bujue observed for a dozen seconds, then stepped inside.

When both his feet crossed the threshold and he was completely inside the small room, a strong chill seized him. The feeling was like standing in the snow in winter wearing only a thin shirt. This cold was so real, it definitely wasn’t caused by any psychological factors.

"Whoa… what kind of air conditioner is this? One step outside the door is still room temperature…" Feng Bujue wasn’t afraid anyway, so he continued to mutter to himself casually.

He raised his flashlight, intending to look around the corners, to see the blind spots that couldn’t be seen from outside. At this moment, the door behind him moved on its own, closing as quietly as it had opened…

"Closing the door again?" Feng Bujue seemed a little impatient with this situation of being locked in after entering a confined space. He turned around, grabbed the doorknob, and turned it vigorously, trying to open the door.

The result… he actually failed.

After the door was closed, Feng Bujue was no different from being trapped in a prison, and the chill in the room became even stronger. Feng Bujue couldn’t overcome the door, and he even ended up panting. The flashlight illuminated the puffs of white air he exhaled.

"Okay, okay… this is a time-wasting trap. I have to solve a puzzle to get out, right?" Feng Bujue shook his head, quickly turned around, and began a carpet search of the room with a rather helpless expression.

He looked at the four corners, all normal, without anything. Then he walked towards the few old cardboard boxes and empty baskets in the corner. At this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly felt something…

He realized that a pair of eyes were staring at him from above.

Feng Bujue slowly raised his head, also moving the flashlight beam upwards. He immediately saw… in the center of the ceiling, a shadow formed from the air was floating. Its shape wasn’t very clear, like a human shadow. Its body was close to the ceiling, as if it could isolate or swallow the light. When the flashlight shone on it, the light circle was separated around its body.

Feng Bujue stared at this guy calmly, and it also looked down at Feng Bujue. This strange atmosphere didn’t last long before the shadow gradually faded and disappeared…

Unexpectedly, about three seconds after it completely disappeared, suddenly, two beams of ghostly blue light shot down from above, precisely from the location of the shadow’s eyes.

Any normal person standing here would be startled, but Feng Bujue just stood there motionless, not even a tremor in his hand, and said weakly, "You startled me… you’re quite lively…"

At this moment, the shadow pounced down from above. Feng Bujue quickly took a step back, easily dodging, and took out the [Instant Kill Handgun], pointing it at the other party and said, "What do you want to do?"

The shadow gradually changed from a state of nothingness to becoming clear and real. It became a black humanoid creature, looking like those murderers who were caught by Conan, except this guy’s eyes were blue, and there was a strange wrinkle on his body. You could vaguely see blood-like liquid flowing in the wrinkles, as if this guy’s blood vessels were on the outside of his body and were transparent.

"Can you tell ghost stories?" The shadow opened its mouth, its voice like a middle-aged man.

"You… hahahahaha…" Feng Bujue didn’t know what nerve he touched, but he suddenly found this scene extremely funny, and this sentence directly hit his funny bone. After about ten seconds, he barely controlled his emotions and said, "I’m warning you, I’m in a hurry."

"Tell me a ghost story." The shadow said again.

Feng Bujue put the gun down. It wasn’t that he was worried that the Instant Kill Handgun couldn’t kill this guy, but he was worried that killing this guy might lead to him being trapped in this room and unable to get out. "If I tell you… is there any benefit?" he asked.

Don’t look at this seemingly simple and casual question. In fact, Feng Bujue considered it very carefully. He didn’t ask, "If I tell you, can you let me out?" but asked, "What are the benefits?" This way, the other party’s answer would have more possibilities. If the flag for this room was just telling a story and then opening the door, then any question would be the same. But if after telling a ghost story, there were other benefits besides leaving, then Feng Bujue’s question could learn about all the rewards in advance.

"If you can scare me, I’ll let you out." The shadow replied.

"Then I'll shoot you dead and go out, wouldn't that be easier?" Feng Bujue didn’t raise his gun, he was just testing with words.

"Hmm…" The shadow was actually considering it. "Okay, if the story you tell scares me, I’ll not only let you out, but I’ll also directly send you to the 'prison' at the end of this corridor. You were running in that direction, right? That road is very long."

Hearing this, Feng Bujue understood everything. Dealing with it with a gun, he could also get out, but the time wasted here couldn’t be recovered. And telling a story… although it would take a few more minutes, it could directly reach the end of the corridor. Maybe it could save some time instead. Who knew how long the second half of the corridor was…

"Okay, then I'll tell one." Feng Bujue seemed to be very familiar with this. He used the flashlight to shine his face from below, using a sinister tone and a deep voice and said, "Once upon a time, there was a taxi driver…"

Seeing this, I think everyone should understand why Feng Bujue is prohibited from contacting children…

"…He often had to work very late. One day, when he was passing a relatively unfamiliar road, he saw a woman in white waving to him ahead…" Feng Bujue chose a story that wasn’t too long. Although, with his storytelling skills like a storyteller, he could tell a one-hour story, or even conceive a short horror novel and narrate it, at this time, he naturally wanted to control the length as short as possible. "The driver didn’t think much about it, and stopped the car.

The woman opened the rear door and got into the car. Her weight seemed to be very light. When she got in, the driver didn’t feel any change in the car. The driver asked her, ‘Where are you going?’ while moving his gaze to the rearview mirror…"