Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma
"I haven't used any [Contral Medal] yet, and 40 minutes have passed in my real personal time. According to that rabbit, at the 41st minute of the scenario time, I was in the cell and handed over the puppet to it. In other words, in a few minutes, I would arrive at the 'Start,' enter the fourth corridor and capture the puppet. Then I would come to the 'End.' It would take 18 minutes of my real personal time." This was the first time Feng Bujue had to calculate many things at once in a scenario. Moreover, he didn't feel relaxed physically. In the next moment, certainly, he had to dash non-stop. "If I can't solve a BOSS in this return when I come back to the 'End,' I won't have enough time." In fact, when he stepped into this hallway, he had already crossed out the plan of directly running through the passage to return. "My current plight is… I've departed from the 85th minute of the time in the prison. I must solve this BOSS within 7 minutes…" He strode faster upon this thought, "As long as I can do that and also ensure that I won't take more than 23 minutes to get through this passage, I won't fail due to the time of the scenario."
Indeed, a door appeared ahead of him while he was still thinking. There was a door on one side of the wall in this second corridor.
But this door was much different from Alden's shabby door in the third corridor. This door looked pretty much the big door of a biochemical warfare storage.
It was a polished metal door that looked like a thick metal wall. There was no knob on the wall but a round valve.
These things reminded Feng Bujue of the Saw scenario he used to play. The room that was like a cold storage also had a thick metal door.
"Is it about to repeat the old trick…" Feng Bujue thought, but he didn't cease his action, totally didn't hesitate or back off.
Currently, Feng Bujue vaguely felt that he should kill the BOSS behind this door…
In the 'End' prison, after the 80th minute, there was only one BOSS, Billy the Puppet, kept in the cell and Rabbit only asked Feng Bujue to turn back to the time of the pass to catch this prisoner.
And why Rabbit suggested him to save the BOSS in the first corridor for the last, it could be related to the scene he had witnessed in the 'Start.' Taking his real personal time to count, might be not long afterward, Feng Bujue would visit the 'End' ultimately. Then he would start to enter the first corridor from there. But he wouldn't come back to the prison… Now he could put this stuff aside without the need to consider it at the moment.
Recently, it was 100% that the prisoner in this second corridor would be killed soon. Continuing from this clue, later on, Feng Bujue would return to the 'Start' then go to the fourth corridor to catch the puppet. When he got to the prison at the 'End,' he would have three chemical bottles, a puppet, and a death announcement of the BOSS in the second corridor. So, later on, Rabbit wouldn't comment anything why this prisoner wasn't in his cell.
If things would develop this way, and he had departed at the 41st minute of the prison, which was equivalent to the 40th minute of his real personal time, plus 18 minutes, and the time he had spent dashing through the passage, it would be more than 70 minutes by now.
The period of the last 20 minutes was tight, but adequate for him to enter the first corridor under the circumstance of no occurrence of time and space paradox, which would lead to that bloody scene. But why was that? I'm afraid we could only get it at that point.
"Heeey…" Feng Bujue used force from his waist and flexed his knees to transfer force to his arms. He had to use almost all limbs to move the valve a bit. However, as long as he could move the valve even just a little bit, it wouldn't be so physically strenuous to turn it counterclockwise for three or four rounds. Crack, crack. It seemed the locking schematic in the metal door was loosened.
This metal door seemed to only be pulled open. Thus, Feng Bujue tried his best to pull the door toward him. Right after the door was opened, red light crept out from inside, illuminating the corridor.
Feng Bujue subconsciously peeped through the door. It was just a fragment of a second before he had shifted his look right away. All of his moves were linked as if they were just one action. However, the image of the monster in the chamber had engraved in Feng Bujue's brain. After just one second, too bad he had recognized the monster standing in the corner of the room…
"Damn it!" Right when these two words slipped out from Feng Bujue's mouth, that monster had already teleported into the corridor. It stood next to Feng Bujue, stretched out both arms using an incredible force and speed, twisting off Feng Bujue's neck…
...
[SCP-173's related documents.]
[Item #: SCP-173 (The Sculpture)]
[Object Class: Euclid]
[Biological nature: Biologically unidentified non-living body.]
[Origin: Unknown]
[Body Compositions: Building materials.]
[Internal organs: No biological mechanism or organs.]
[Metabolism: Yes. Excretion is confirmed.]
[Perception: Yes. Can identify whether someone is gazing at it.]
[Mobile style: Unknown; Teleportation.]
[Behaviors: Twist off the neck of any living body.]
[Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time, and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel has vacated and relocked the container.
[Description: This item was moved to Site-19 in 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and a rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animated and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. The line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. The object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel is to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.
Personnel reported sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behavior should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.
The reddish-brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.]
(http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-173)
... ...
White halo flashed, and Feng Bujue immediately reappeared in the fan-shaped 'Start.' At the same time, the system notified, [Your Contra Medal is consumed.]
"Why am I here?" This was the first question emerged in Feng Bujue's head. Soon, he gave himself an answer. "After I died, I will be resurrected at the 'Start' of the current space…" he thought. "If I die in one corridor, I will reappear at the 'Start' lobby and in front of that corridor…" He recalled the time he got killed. "If I die in the fan-shaped hall… I will be resurrected at the dead corner where the scenario's started."
While he was wondering, his line of sight was facing the fan-shaped lobby. Right at that moment, a strange, buzzing noise echoed behind him together with the noise sounded like a rock tool banging on timber pile.
A bad premonition flooded him. But when Feng Bujue had recognized the matter, it was too late. As he had just turned around, a pair of stony arms welcomed him, as his neck was broken yet again.
[Your item Contra Medal is consumed.]
Not long ago, he had thought about how to use these four medals, but now he had handed over two pieces already….
Feng Bujue quite understood SCP-173's features. Thus, right when he got his neck broken the second time and resurrected at the same spot, he immediately opened his eyes wider, steadily gazing at the bizarre monster in front of him.
SCP-173's body surface looked like gypsum. It had a dirty white body while there were some patterns in red, black, and green drawn on its giant head. The monster was taller than 2 meters. From the body proportion aspect, it had an extremely long body accompanied with short legs and even shorter arms. Being a maximum level monster in teleport class, which could kill people with only one strike, long or short limbs didn't mean that it couldn't assault the targets. Quite the contrary, it always killed the enemy, especially humans, instantly. Feng Bujue getting his neck broken twice was the most current obvious evidence.
The fundamental weakness that people could use to deal with SCP-173 was constant 'gazing.' Under the circumstance that it was gazed by a living body, SCP-173 couldn't move. But if the eye contact was interrupted, by a blink, for example, SCP-173 could teleport to the victim and kill him within the time of that blink of an eye.
Feng Bujue didn't want to be killed the third time, and he didn't have the high competence holding the watermelon cutting knife from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the Abode of Immortals in the East that he could keep his eyes wide open in three days without blinking once. And, he didn't think that SCP-173 could communicate with him.
Thus, one second later, the gunshot from Kill In One Shot pistol sounded. After SCP-173's body got hit by a small bullet, it exploded.
Feng Bujue had never thought what SCP-173 would be like when it got killed. However, now he was watching one of those possibilities. The white concrete body collapsed. Some blocks, as big as a fist, even hit Feng Bujue. However, this kind of damage couldn't be considered fatal.
From inside SCP-173's body, plasma spilled out just like people swinging the brush dipped in ink. All of them splashed on Feng Bujue, and he couldn't dodge. Eventually, around two meters from the door leading to the second hallway stood a man who was covered entirely in black blood. Black and red liquid puddled the floor with the broken pieces of the strange body scattering here and there.
Feng Bujue wiped his face and took in the scent of that 'Blood.' "Yeah… it's just blood." In fact, he was trying to comfort himself to not worry about something else like turd would be mixed together in that liquid.
Something was shimmering among the broken concrete pieces on the floor. It was like a scene in RPG games with overlook angle when an item dropped on the ground was blinking.
Such an obvious hint that Feng Bujue wouldn't let it slip away. He walked over, extended his arm to touch it, and that light turned into an item. At the same time, the system's notification arose in his ears.
[Main Quest's progress updated.]
[Find chemical bottles (1/4).]
Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma
"I haven't used any [Contral Medal] yet, and 40 minutes have passed in my real personal time. According to that rabbit, at the 41st minute of the scenario time, I was in the cell and handed over the puppet to it. In other words, in a few minutes, I would arrive at the 'Start,' enter the fourth corridor and capture the puppet. Then I would come to the 'End.' It would take 18 minutes of my real personal time." This was the first time Feng Bujue had to calculate many things at once in a scenario. Moreover, he didn't feel relaxed physically. In the next moment, certainly, he had to dash non-stop. "If I can't solve a BOSS in this return when I come back to the 'End,' I won't have enough time." In fact, when he stepped into this hallway, he had already crossed out the plan of directly running through the passage to return. "My current plight is… I've departed from the 85th minute of the time in the prison. I must solve this BOSS within 7 minutes…" He strode faster upon this thought, "As long as I can do that and also ensure that I won't take more than 23 minutes to get through this passage, I won't fail due to the time of the scenario."
Indeed, a door appeared ahead of him while he was still thinking. There was a door on one side of the wall in this second corridor.
But this door was much different from Alden's shabby door in the third corridor. This door looked pretty much the big door of a biochemical warfare storage.
It was a polished metal door that looked like a thick metal wall. There was no knob on the wall but a round valve.
These things reminded Feng Bujue of the Saw scenario he used to play. The room that was like a cold storage also had a thick metal door.
"Is it about to repeat the old trick…" Feng Bujue thought, but he didn't cease his action, totally didn't hesitate or back off.
Currently, Feng Bujue vaguely felt that he should kill the BOSS behind this door…
In the 'End' prison, after the 80th minute, there was only one BOSS, Billy the Puppet, kept in the cell and Rabbit only asked Feng Bujue to turn back to the time of the pass to catch this prisoner.
And why Rabbit suggested him to save the BOSS in the first corridor for the last, it could be related to the scene he had witnessed in the 'Start.' Taking his real personal time to count, might be not long afterward, Feng Bujue would visit the 'End' ultimately. Then he would start to enter the first corridor from there. But he wouldn't come back to the prison… Now he could put this stuff aside without the need to consider it at the moment.
Recently, it was 100% that the prisoner in this second corridor would be killed soon. Continuing from this clue, later on, Feng Bujue would return to the 'Start' then go to the fourth corridor to catch the puppet. When he got to the prison at the 'End,' he would have three chemical bottles, a puppet, and a death announcement of the BOSS in the second corridor. So, later on, Rabbit wouldn't comment anything why this prisoner wasn't in his cell.
If things would develop this way, and he had departed at the 41st minute of the prison, which was equivalent to the 40th minute of his real personal time, plus 18 minutes, and the time he had spent dashing through the passage, it would be more than 70 minutes by now.
The period of the last 20 minutes was tight, but adequate for him to enter the first corridor under the circumstance of no occurrence of time and space paradox, which would lead to that bloody scene. But why was that? I'm afraid we could only get it at that point.
"Heeey…" Feng Bujue used force from his waist and flexed his knees to transfer force to his arms. He had to use almost all limbs to move the valve a bit. However, as long as he could move the valve even just a little bit, it wouldn't be so physically strenuous to turn it counterclockwise for three or four rounds. Crack, crack. It seemed the locking schematic in the metal door was loosened.
This metal door seemed to only be pulled open. Thus, Feng Bujue tried his best to pull the door toward him. Right after the door was opened, red light crept out from inside, illuminating the corridor.
Feng Bujue subconsciously peeped through the door. It was just a fragment of a second before he had shifted his look right away. All of his moves were linked as if they were just one action. However, the image of the monster in the chamber had engraved in Feng Bujue's brain. After just one second, too bad he had recognized the monster standing in the corner of the room…
"Damn it!" Right when these two words slipped out from Feng Bujue's mouth, that monster had already teleported into the corridor. It stood next to Feng Bujue, stretched out both arms using an incredible force and speed, twisting off Feng Bujue's neck…
...
[SCP-173's related documents.]
[Item #: SCP-173 (The Sculpture)]
[Object Class: Euclid]
[Biological nature: Biologically unidentified non-living body.]
[Origin: Unknown]
[Body Compositions: Building materials.]
[Internal organs: No biological mechanism or organs.]
[Metabolism: Yes. Excretion is confirmed.]
[Perception: Yes. Can identify whether someone is gazing at it.]
[Mobile style: Unknown; Teleportation.]
[Behaviors: Twist off the neck of any living body.]
[Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time, and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel has vacated and relocked the container.
[Description: This item was moved to Site-19 in 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and a rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animated and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. The line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. The object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel is to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.
Personnel reported sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behavior should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.
The reddish-brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.]
(http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-173)
... ...
White halo flashed, and Feng Bujue immediately reappeared in the fan-shaped 'Start.' At the same time, the system notified, [Your Contra Medal is consumed.]
"Why am I here?" This was the first question emerged in Feng Bujue's head. Soon, he gave himself an answer. "After I died, I will be resurrected at the 'Start' of the current space…" he thought. "If I die in one corridor, I will reappear at the 'Start' lobby and in front of that corridor…" He recalled the time he got killed. "If I die in the fan-shaped hall… I will be resurrected at the dead corner where the scenario's started."
While he was wondering, his line of sight was facing the fan-shaped lobby. Right at that moment, a strange, buzzing noise echoed behind him together with the noise sounded like a rock tool banging on timber pile.
A bad premonition flooded him. But when Feng Bujue had recognized the matter, it was too late. As he had just turned around, a pair of stony arms welcomed him, as his neck was broken yet again.
[Your item Contra Medal is consumed.]
Not long ago, he had thought about how to use these four medals, but now he had handed over two pieces already….
Feng Bujue quite understood SCP-173's features. Thus, right when he got his neck broken the second time and resurrected at the same spot, he immediately opened his eyes wider, steadily gazing at the bizarre monster in front of him.
SCP-173's body surface looked like gypsum. It had a dirty white body while there were some patterns in red, black, and green drawn on its giant head. The monster was taller than 2 meters. From the body proportion aspect, it had an extremely long body accompanied with short legs and even shorter arms. Being a maximum level monster in teleport class, which could kill people with only one strike, long or short limbs didn't mean that it couldn't assault the targets. Quite the contrary, it always killed the enemy, especially humans, instantly. Feng Bujue getting his neck broken twice was the most current obvious evidence.
The fundamental weakness that people could use to deal with SCP-173 was constant 'gazing.' Under the circumstance that it was gazed by a living body, SCP-173 couldn't move. But if the eye contact was interrupted, by a blink, for example, SCP-173 could teleport to the victim and kill him within the time of that blink of an eye.
Feng Bujue didn't want to be killed the third time, and he didn't have the high competence holding the watermelon cutting knife from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the Abode of Immortals in the East that he could keep his eyes wide open in three days without blinking once. And, he didn't think that SCP-173 could communicate with him.
Thus, one second later, the gunshot from Kill In One Shot pistol sounded. After SCP-173's body got hit by a small bullet, it exploded.
Feng Bujue had never thought what SCP-173 would be like when it got killed. However, now he was watching one of those possibilities. The white concrete body collapsed. Some blocks, as big as a fist, even hit Feng Bujue. However, this kind of damage couldn't be considered fatal.
From inside SCP-173's body, plasma spilled out just like people swinging the brush dipped in ink. All of them splashed on Feng Bujue, and he couldn't dodge. Eventually, around two meters from the door leading to the second hallway stood a man who was covered entirely in black blood. Black and red liquid puddled the floor with the broken pieces of the strange body scattering here and there.
Feng Bujue wiped his face and took in the scent of that 'Blood.' "Yeah… it's just blood." In fact, he was trying to comfort himself to not worry about something else like turd would be mixed together in that liquid.
Something was shimmering among the broken concrete pieces on the floor. It was like a scene in RPG games with overlook angle when an item dropped on the ground was blinking.
Such an obvious hint that Feng Bujue wouldn't let it slip away. He walked over, extended his arm to touch it, and that light turned into an item. At the same time, the system's notification arose in his ears.
[Main Quest's progress updated.]
[Find chemical bottles (1/4).]
