Chapter 113 The Toilet Gambit

In the script world, Feng Bujue certainly had no need to use the restroom.

The system would not create corresponding physiological needs for him, let alone allow him to drop his pants.

However, the Foundation people didn't know that…

In their eyes, Jue-ge’s request was still quite reasonable.

First, he had been in the Parallel Universe Image Generator for four or five hours (in reality, he spent most of that time writing a novel). Then, he came to this space, stayed for another tens of minutes, and drank a cup of coffee.

Given these premises, his request to relieve himself didn't seem suspicious at all.

"Sigh…" Dr. Cox sighed, revealing a helpless expression, "Alright… come with me."

In any case, she had to wait for Feng Bujue to set off together, so she simply took Jue-ge to the restroom.

Arriving at the entrance of the men's room, the doctor signaled the guards to follow Jue-ge inside.

To this… Feng Bujue didn't say anything; this development was clearly within his expectations.

Entering the men's room, Jue-ge first scanned the environment. Then, he headed straight for a stall.

"What?" Feng Bujue saw the three guards following him closely, "Are you going to come in and wipe my butt for me?"

Hearing this, the three guards looked at each other, hesitating for a moment. In the end, they stopped at the entrance of the stall…

There was no other way. The space in that stall was limited. An adult sitting on the toilet would take up 80% of the space. If people were standing around him, there would definitely be physical contact… and very close physical contact at that.

"Wait…" Two seconds later, just as Jue-ge entered the stall and prepared to close the door, a guard suddenly spoke, "Please keep the stall door open."

"Open for what?" Feng Bujue said, "So I can throw poop at you? It doesn't bother you, but I think it's dirty."

The guard ignored his trash talk, coldly replying, "We can't let you out of our sight."

"Whoa~ you're such a pervert." Feng Bujue squinted at him, "What do you want to see?" His accent inexplicably took on a Northeastern flavor at this moment, "Believe it or not, I'll scare you out of the closet the moment I drop my pants?"

Faced with such a shameless person and such vulgar language, the three guards rolled their eyes and were speechless.

"This stall is so small, am I going to tunnel into the toilet and run away?" Feng Bujue said, taking advantage of the guards' momentary distraction, and slammed the stall door shut with a flick of his hand, "If you're so worried, just lie on the ground and stare at my feet."

Now that things had come to this, the guards couldn't say anything more…

Of course, they didn't have to "lie down" to see Jue-ge's feet; they could see them just by squatting down…

The bottom edge of the stall door was about twelve centimeters off the ground. From the outside, one could see not only Feng Bujue's shoes, but also his ankles, so the guards didn't have to worry about him using a "shoe trick" to make any unusual moves.

In the next few minutes, the atmosphere in the restroom became very strange…

Three men squatting outside a stall, monitoring another man's excretory process with suspicion… it was indeed strange enough.

Judging from the situation under the partition, Feng Bujue should have been sitting on the toilet, but… the guards hadn't smelled anything, nor had they heard anything falling into the water.

Until three minutes later, a "plop" suddenly came from the stall. The next second, the sound of the toilet flushing and Jue-ge rapidly pressing the air freshener nozzle immediately followed.

Logically speaking, this series of actions was quite reasonable…

Many people have had similar experiences, for example… when you are defecating in a public restroom, and you hear or know that someone is waiting outside the stall, if there is a foul odor drifting out… it will be somewhat embarrassing.

However… the above is the logic of normal people in the real world.

Feng Bujue was not a normal person, and his actions were naturally not to cover up any odors.

Jue-ge's behavior… was obviously to create the illusion that he "really came to the toilet to relieve himself, and did indeed relieve himself." Only in this way could he cover up what he was really doing in the stall.

"Phew…" After making that series of noises, Feng Bujue immediately exhaled a long breath and added, "Don't worry, everyone." He raised his voice and said to the guards outside the partition, "I need to tidy up a bit more."

At this moment, the guards outside were too embarrassed to exchange glances, because the atmosphere was as awkward as it could be… Jue-ge's words made it sound like the three of them were urging him to defecate.

And so… after another minute or so, the stall door opened.

Feng Bujue strode out, turned a corner, and went straight to the sink.

In that second, the three guards all subconsciously glanced into the stall, but in less than two seconds, their eyes followed Jue-ge's figure away.

They didn't find anything abnormal in the stall, nor did they take a second look… after all, the space was so narrow that you could see everything at a glance.

"Okay." A dozen seconds later, Feng Bujue quickly washed his hands and headed out of the restroom, "Let's get going, don't keep the lady waiting."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out of the restroom, and the three guards followed closely behind.

At this point, Jue-ge's "toilet break" could be considered over. At least in the eyes of those guards, there was nothing unusual about it.

However, ten seconds after the four of them left the restroom…

Squeak—

The door of the stall that Feng Bujue had just used… moved without anyone touching it.

Then, a thin, hunched figure flashed out from the corner behind the door panel.

"Hiss hiss hiss… succeeded…" After standing still, Musashi Koganai lowered his voice and let out his signature weird laugh.

The place where he appeared was the blind spot between the door panel and the wall. Looking from top to bottom, it was a triangular area, and its area was very small. It was impossible for an adult to squeeze into this space.

But… Musashi Koganai could.

In terms of setting, he was a third-grade elementary school student, and his body type was thin and long, but… these two points alone were not enough to hide in that corner, because that place was really too narrow, otherwise it would not have been completely ignored by the guards.

The key to Musashi Koganai's ability to hide properly in that corner was that he was a character from a nonsensical comedy animation. Moreover, one of his abilities in the animation was to distort his body, turning himself into a noodle or even a piece of paper, and then rotate at high speed to create multiple facial afterimages (although the description might mislead people into thinking this was some kind of combat ability, it was not)…

"Hmm… not much time…" Musashi Koganai walked out of the stall, still holding two Mark II grenades in his hand, muttering to himself, "I have to hurry…"

…………

On the other hand, Feng Bujue, having "relieved himself," took another elevator ride under the guidance of Dr. Cox.

This time, their destination was the first basement level of the base's "left half."

"I hope returning underground doesn't remind you of that terrible experience not long ago." As the elevator started, Dr. Cox muttered this without turning her head.

"What? Is the decoration of your base's first basement level… the same as that simulated former Soviet underground laboratory?" Feng Bujue continued.

Before Dr. Cox could reply, the elevator had already reached that level.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Along with the sound of the elevator doors opening, a silver, bright corridor appeared before everyone's eyes.

The four sides of this corridor were cast from a metal that Feng Bujue could not identify. At first glance, it looked a bit like silver or stainless steel, but it revealed a sense of massiveness that neither could match.

The corridor's lighting equipment was light strips embedded in the walls and ceiling, which was the same as the equipment Feng Bujue saw in Containment Room Fifteen.

"Although the appearance, details, and technological content are very different, but…" Dr. Cox said as she walked out of the elevator, "The basic structure of this floor is indeed very similar to that underground laboratory, with many intersecting corridors."

As she spoke, she moved forward.

Feng Bujue, surrounded by three guards, also followed closely behind the doctor.

After walking out of the elevator, after a distance of seven or eight meters, the group arrived at the first intersection.

At this time, Dr. Cox suddenly stopped, turned to face the wall of the corridor, and reached out to touch it gently.

Beep beep—

A second later, two short beeps sounded immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the area of about forty centimeters square on the wall that the doctor touched lit up like a display.

This kind of device was not a rare thing in this world. In this corridor, every so often, there would be such a small "screen area" on the wall that could display images. As long as it was internal Foundation personnel, touching the screen area with their finger would display a complete electronic map, and the map would also indicate the current coordinates of the person touching the screen.

"Your technology tree here obviously didn't go down the wrong path, there are quite a few convenient gadgets." Feng Bujue looked at the doctor's actions and immediately understood the principle of the equipment on the wall.

"What about your side?" Dr. Cox looked at the map, continued forward, and responded as she walked, "Is all the technological power used for 'cross-dimensional travel,' 'life cycle,' and various 'weapons of war'?"

Her words were undoubtedly a test. Based on her observations of all the ***-3232-1 (i.e., players) that had appeared so far, it was not surprising to come to such a conclusion.

"Hehe… you'll know in a while." Feng Bujue smiled mysteriously and replied in a deep voice.

His response had a double meaning. On the surface, he was saying "when I explain the ***-3232 principle to you in a while, you'll know." In reality, Jue-ge meant "wait a little longer, and when Musashi Koganai causes a disturbance, you'll be able to see me show you all kinds of hyperdimensional powers in person."

However, just as Feng Bujue thought his plan was already seven or eight parts successful, an astonishing change… occurred.

[Main Quest has been changed]

"Hmm?" At that moment, the system voice suddenly sounded in Jue-ge's ears, shocking him immediately, "What? Main quest changed?"

Indeed, this was very unreasonable.

The system's goal was already very clear, which was to have Feng Bujue prevent the Foundation from further investigating Thriller Paradise. Under this major premise, how could the main quest change?

"Something's not right…" Jue-ge quickly opened the game menu and looked at the changed quest content - [Your plan has been exposed].

"What?" Feng Bujue couldn't believe his eyes, he repeated it twice in his heart with different tones, "What!"

At this moment, the content appearing in Jue-ge's quest bar could no longer be called a quest, it was more like… the system was talking to him through the quest bar.

[Fifteen seconds ago, Musashi Koganai was captured by the Foundation]

Before Feng Bujue could recover, another system prompt entered his ears. This time, the system even skipped the steps of the quest bar and directly transmitted the information through voice.

"How is this possible?" Under this extremely abnormal change, Jue-ge still maintained a high degree of vigilance and rapid thinking, "Could it be… the Foundation used some method to interfere with the system? Or… the voice I'm hearing right now isn't from the system at all, but is disguised by the Foundation in some way?"

His hypothesis was considered reliable, but he quickly overturned it himself - the possibility of the "voice" being disguised existed, but the information displayed in the player's game menu… the Foundation could not interfere.

[There are nanobots in the coffee you drank]

The next prompt was like a thunderbolt, causing Jue-ge's brain to buzz.

[At this moment, the visual signals received by your pupils and the auditory signals received by your eardrums have been synchronized]

"This f******…" Feng Bujue had already started cursing in his heart.

Hearing this, he instantly understood - his summoning of Musashi Koganai in the toilet, his use of the Endless Grenade Box, and his secretly assigning tasks to Musashi Koganai… had all been exposed.

However, this was not the reason why he was cursing.

Feng Bujue's anger at this time came from a sense of frustration, a feeling he had almost never experienced… being one step short.

Of course, this was not to say that he was inferior to his opponent in terms of intelligence or acting skills.

The "one step" that Jue-ge was short was unrelated to "people"; he did not lose in the game between people, but lost to the technology and knowledge of this plane, which was hundreds of years ahead of his dimension.

He was like a strategist who had traveled from ancient times to a modern battlefield. Even if this strategist was countless times more brilliant than contemporary staff officers in terms of strategy and tactics, he could still be easily defeated by a bugging device…

[The game menu and system voice are perceived by brain waves and cannot be detected. Next, please do as I say]

Just as Feng Bujue was still trying to sort out the situation in front of him, the Thriller Paradise system… actually referred to itself as "I" and began to issue direct commands to him…