“You are passionate about your work, a job that requires a strong sense of career and mission. You have used your camera to record countless bloody realities, and you have called on people to pick up their conscience and stop being numb. But do you yourself 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. When you wake up, the accelerated metabolism will speed up this process. You have about forty minutes to find the only exit from 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.

"Live or die, make your choice."

Feng Bujue was already standing up, observing the surrounding situation, when he was halfway through listening. He was still wearing the default black t-shirt and trousers of game players. According to a trick often played in certain movies, he even specifically checked his trouser pockets, but they were still empty. The contents of his knapsack hadn't changed either, still only the plastic syringe.

"Choose your great-grandfather!" Feng Bujue cursed after listening to the recording. Anyway, he was in single-player mode, 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: Plot-Related]
[Quality: Dilapidated]
[Function: Plays the recording on the cassette tape]
[Can this script be brought out: No]
[Remarks: You'd better believe the content of the tape]

This was probably another one-time plot item. Although Feng Bujue had memorized every word in the recording, he still listened to it again as a precaution, not caring about those one or two minutes.

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

The space in front of him was very spacious. The roof was about twelve meters or higher from the ground. Near the top, there were some large exhaust fans, and sunlight could be seen 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 with the ground. There were light tubes on the supports, which were also lit at the moment. The walls were very solid, with a layer of metal plate on the surface. Perhaps there was a brick wall inside, but either way, Feng Bujue was obviously unable to forcibly destroy it to escape.

The system wouldn't generate a script that could be completed in two or three minutes. Assuming Feng Bujue had two [Exploding Divine Punches] that hadn't been consumed and his Fighting specialization had reached F, then the system would definitely change the form of the script or make the warehouse walls twice as thick as they were now. Because under that premise, theoretically, Feng Bujue could escape directly using his skills. Although the success rate of each punch was only 20%, and he couldn't determine how thick the wall was before throwing the first punch, the theoretical possibility still existed.

When generating the script, the system would inevitably stifle that possibility. For example, Wang Tanzhi would never encounter this kind of script at this moment. In short, any script that could be immediately cleared based on the character's initial state upon entering the script, no matter how small the probability, the system would never generate it.

Feng Bujue walked forward. In the middle of the warehouse 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 the only path in front of Feng Bujue.

"Hmm... a bad premonition." Feng Bujue didn't mean 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 many surprise value fluctuations.

Jigsaw's killing game, the main opportunity to create terror, lies in "time". In these games, the threats are visible, and fear gradually increases as death approaches. There are no sudden situations that could lead to a surge in a person's surprise value. Moreover, 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 the players in Thriller Paradise can only withstand the pain of a hammer hitting their fingers at most. Even if that level of pain were applied to every bone in their body at the same time, they could grit their teeth and bear it.

Furthermore... anyone who has seen this series knows that Jigsaw's purpose is not to kill people, but to "save" them. He uses pain to save those who don't cherish life, allowing them to re-examine their lives and experience the preciousness 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 to survive.

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

The system will not create a situation where players are bound to die or fail, at least not in the (normal) difficulty of various modes. The difficulty of all scripts is set by the system based on the player's character strength. Multiplayer mode will have some additional bonuses.

And facing Feng Bujue, a guy whose character strength is almost the same as when he was level one, except for his physical fitness value, the system can only give such a script. In his current state, it's impossible for him to fight. Generating monsters or Bosses that are suitable for level four players would be impossible for him to defeat alone. So the way to clear the level becomes very clear: either you solve the puzzle, or you, like the players in the movies, use your survival points to withstand it, and if you can't withstand it, you hang up.

Before long, Feng Bujue followed the path 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, leaving a very narrow gap in front of the door, just enough for a person to squeeze in sideways.

Feng Bujue looked at the survival points and physical fitness values in the menu. They were almost full. The survival points would probably decrease as the "toxin" took effect, but there was no need to worry about the physical fitness values.

He calmed his mind, adjusted his breathing, and was also very clear in his heart that the moment he opened the door, he would start a "Jigsaw-style" game, and from this moment on, he should concentrate.

Moving sideways a few steps and pushing open the door, he walked into a new room. When he pushed the door, he heard a "click" sound. Obviously, something was triggered behind the door frame. A few seconds later, the new room lit up. Feng Bujue completely entered the room, and the door closed by itself. It was unknown whether this was part of the mechanism or a correction behavior by the system.

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

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

"Hello, Arthur. Coming here means you didn't choose to sit still and wait for death, so listen carefully to the rules." The recording in the doll's belly started playing automatically after the door opened. "You should have already seen a machine that is working..."

Feng Bujue's eyes 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, enough for a person to stick their head in. From that hole came the sound of some parts operating. Feng Bujue took a few steps closer and looked. He could see two rows of gears about half a meter deep from the round opening. The gears meshed together quite tightly, leaving only a gap. These two rows of gears were rotating inward from both sides, like two merging waterfalls. Although they didn't look fast, the torque 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. The time was set to five minutes, and it was already running. Next to the timer, there was also a meter, with the unit being kg. 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. And what you have to do is throw enough weight of material into it. When you put in more than fifteen kilograms of objects, the door will open. If you are smart and cut off the power, or wait until the timer runs out, this machine will stop working..."

Feng Bujue's eyes 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. Inside is a rhesus macaque under deep anesthesia. Its weight is 10 kilograms. Of course, the first thing you should do next is to throw the doll and the chair in first, but unfortunately, the combined weight of these two things is 7.5 kilograms..."

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

"You denigrate those poachers to nothing, calling those who buy wildlife products opulent executioners. But in your travels under the guise of interviews, you have enjoyed many gourmet meals made with protected animals as the main ingredients. Your wife's closet has more than one fur coat. You witnessed those animals being killed, but you just watched indifferently.

"Now, you have the opportunity to experience what a real executioner feels like. Whether to use the life of this animal 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 relapsed, and he actually wanted to finish reading this fabricated report from the system...