“You are passionate about your work, a job that requires a strong sense of professionalism and mission. You have used your camera to record countless bloody realities and called on people to pick up their conscience and stop being numb. But do you even care? Are you just a hypocrite hiding behind a false mask, or a true fighter?

"At this moment, a certain toxin is spreading through your body, devouring your life. After you wake up, the accelerated metabolism will speed up this process. You have about forty minutes to find the only exit in this place. Let's see if the conscience of the person who has always been hiding behind the camera can help him return to his family.

"Life or death, make your choice."

Feng Bujue had already stood up halfway through the recording, observing the surrounding situation. He was still wearing the black T-shirt and trousers that were the default for game players. Following a trick often used in certain movies, he had even specifically checked his trouser pockets, but they were still empty. The contents of his knapsack hadn't changed either; it still contained only the plastic syringe.

"Choose your great-aunt!" Feng Bujue cursed after listening to the recording. Anyway, he was in single-player mode now, and the system didn't stop him from swearing. Then he went to the menu to observe the walkman's attributes:

[Name: Walkman with Built-in Cassette Tape]

[Type: Story Related]

[Quality: Dilapidated]

[Function: Plays the recording on the cassette tape]

[Can this script be brought out: No]

[Note: You better believe the contents of the cassette tape]

This was probably another single-use story item. Although Feng Bujue had memorized every word in the recording, he still listened to it again for the sake of caution, not caring about the one or two minutes it would take.

After listening to it a second time, he put the walkman in his knapsack. Considering that there might be more than one cassette tape in this script, it was safer to bring it along.

The space in front of him was very spacious. The roof was about twelve meters or more from the ground. Near the top, there were some large exhaust fans, and he could see sunlight shining in from outside, but there was nothing to climb nearby. The roof of the warehouse was arched, and looking up, he could see many supports that were horizontal to the ground. There were light tubes on the supports, which were also lit. The walls were very solid, with a layer of metal plate on the surface. Perhaps there were brick walls inside, but no matter which it was, Feng Bujue was obviously unable to forcibly destroy them to escape.

The system wouldn't generate a script that could be completed in two or three minutes. Assuming Feng Bujue had two uses of the [Exploding Godly Fists] that hadn't been used up, and his Fighting Specialization had reached F, the system would definitely change the form of the script or make the walls of the warehouse twice as thick as they were now. Because under that premise, it was theoretically possible for Feng Bujue to escape directly with his skills. Although the success rate of each punch was only 20%, and he couldn't be sure how thick the wall was before he threw the first punch, the theoretical possibility still existed.

When the system generated a script, it would inevitably stifle that possibility. For example, Wang Tanzhi at this moment would never encounter this kind of script. In short, the system would never generate a script that could be immediately cleared by relying on the character's initial state when entering the script, no matter how small the chance was.

Feng Bujue walked forward. In the middle of the warehouse, there were many containers, the highest stacked to three layers, but still quite a distance from the roof. The containers were connected end to end, arranged very tightly, forming a single passage in front of Feng Bujue.

"Hmm… a bad feeling." Feng Bujue didn't mean that he was afraid. He just didn't have high hopes for the rewards he could get in this script. He felt that even for other normal people, this script taken from *Saw* wouldn't cause too much of a jump scare.

Jigsaw's killing game's main trigger for creating terror lies in "time." In these games, the threats are all visible, and fear gradually rises as death approaches. There are no sudden situations that could cause a person's horror points to surge. And in the movies, the way for the players to escape is often "self-mutilation." The combination of physical pain and the urgency of time is what causes people to fail. But players in Thriller Paradise can only endure the pain of a hammer hitting their fingers at most. Even if that degree of pain were applied to every bone in their body at the same time, they could grit their teeth and get through it.

Furthermore… anyone who has seen this series knows that Jigsaw's purpose is not to kill people, but to "save" people. He uses pain to save those who don't cherish life, so that they can re-examine their lives and appreciate the value of life. As long as they follow the "rules of the game" and dare to be ruthless to themselves, there will definitely be a way out.

Considering these factors, Feng Bujue had basically determined that the difficulty of this script was probably concentrated on "puzzle solving."

The system won't create a situation where the player is bound to die or lose, at least not in the (normal) difficulty of each mode. The difficulty of all scripts is set by the system according to the player's character strength. Multiplayer mode will have an additional bonus.

And facing Feng Bujue, a guy whose character strength is almost the same as when he was level one, except for his Stamina Value, the system can only give him such a script. In his current state, it is impossible for him to fight. If the system generated monsters or bosses that match level four players, he would definitely not be able to defeat them alone. So, the way to clear the level becomes very clear: either you solve the puzzle, or you use your survival points to withstand the pressure, like the players in the movies. If you can't withstand it, you hang up.

Before long, Feng Bujue followed the passage made by the containers and came to a wall. There was an arrow painted on the wall, pointing to a door that was blocked diagonally by a container. There was a very narrow gap in front of the door, just enough for a person to enter sideways.

Feng Bujue looked at his Survival Value and Stamina Value in the menu, both of which were almost full. His Survival Value would probably decrease as the "toxin" took effect, but he didn't have to worry about his Stamina Value.

He calmed himself down, adjusted his breathing, and was very clear in his mind that opening the door would start a "Jigsaw-style" game. From this moment on, he should concentrate.

He moved a few steps sideways, pushed open the door, and walked into a new room. When he pushed the door open, he heard a "click" sound. Obviously, something behind the door frame had been triggered. A few seconds later, the new room lit up. After Feng Bujue fully entered the room, the door closed by itself. It was not known whether this was part of the mechanism or a system correction.

In the center of the room was a very small wooden chair, and sitting on the chair was a doll wearing a black suit, holding a newspaper in its hand. The doll's body type was similar to that of a child, with a rectangular face, a strange hairstyle, a white face, black sclera, blood-red pupils, and a spiral-shaped red blush on each cheekbone. The lips were wide and thin, with bright red lipstick.

This face might be a bit scary if it suddenly appeared in front of you in the middle of the night, but at this moment, unless the doll jumped up and bit someone, no one would be afraid.

"Hello, Arthur. Coming here shows that you have not chosen to sit still and wait for death, so listen carefully to the rules." The recording in the doll's abdomen began to play automatically after the door opened. "You should have already seen a machine that is working…"

Feng Bujue's gaze shifted to a machine not far away, about the size of a washing machine. Above the machine, there was a round opening the size of a plate, large enough for a person's head to fit inside. From that hole came the sound of some parts working. Feng Bujue walked closer and looked. He could see two rows of gears about half a meter deep from the round opening, meshing together very tightly, leaving only a gap. These two rows of gears were rotating inward from both sides, like two converging waterfalls. Although they didn't look fast, their torsion was very strong. With the power of this machine, it would be more than enough to crush wood and even scrap iron.

Above the machine, near the round opening, there was also a countdown timer, set to five minutes, and already running. Next to the timer, there was also a meter, with the unit kg on it. At this moment, the pointer was pointing to zero.

"This machine can crush objects, and it can also open the door to the next room for you. All you have to do is throw in enough weight. When you put in an object weighing more than fifteen kilograms, the door will open. If you are smart enough to cut off the power, or wait until the timer runs out, this machine will stop working…"

Feng Bujue's gaze had already shifted elsewhere. He was looking for something to throw in. Obviously, besides the small wooden chair and the doll, there was something else…

"That iron cage is welded to the ground, and inside is a Tibetan macaque under deep anesthesia. Its weight is 10 kilograms. Of course, the first thing you should do next is to throw the doll and this chair in first, but unfortunately, the combined weight of these two items is 7.5 kilograms…"

Feng Bujue picked up the newspaper in the doll's hand. The headline of the news on it was "They are not your dinner!" The photo below was a small monkey lying in an iron cage, looking out with a pleading look unique to animals. The author of this report was undoubtedly Arthur Siegel.

"You denigrate those poachers to nothing, and call those who buy wild animal products lavish executioners. But in your travels under the guise of interviews, you have enjoyed many fine meals made mainly of protected animals. Your wife's closet has more than one fur coat. You witnessed those animals being killed with your own eyes, but you just watched indifferently.

"Now, you have the opportunity to experience what a real executioner feels like. Whether to use this animal's life to exchange for your own survival, make your choice, Arthur."

The recording stopped there, but Feng Bujue was still reading the newspaper. His old problem had struck again. He actually wanted to finish reading this system-fabricated report…