Feng Bujue walked around the wreckage of the car for a while, but couldn't think of a way to climb up the cliff, so he had to find another way.
At this time, Brother Jue has lost his extraordinary ability to reach heaven and earth, various supernatural skills and equipment, and even the most basic survival tools. As an ordinary person, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to be in such a dense forest at the bottom of a valley.
Feng Bujue still doesn't know if there are other bad rules in this script, such as players must drink water and eat, otherwise they will starve to death (by the way, Feng Bujue was in sleep mode when he played this script) If there really is such a setting, with many years of experience watching the "Wild Survival" program, Brother Jue will probably be able to live one and a half days longer than ordinary people
"The result is that we can only move forward blindly based on intuition" Feng Bujue muttered as he walked through the forest.
This is also a helpless move. With his current physical ability, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to climb a tree and look out. Even if he really climbed up, it would be very dangerous to stick his head out of the tree canopy and look around. He didn't have any protective measures on his body. If the sole of his foot slipped, he might die.
However, things developed more smoothly than expected.
After the arduous trek of pushing branches and leaves lasted for twenty minutes, a small stream appeared in front of Feng Bujue. Looking up, the forest on the other side is much sparser than here, and a ready-made trail can be vaguely seen in the forest.
Brother Jue came to the stream, looked around, and after confirming that there were no wild beasts nearby, he squatted down, washed his face, and drank some water.
Judging from the dryness in my throat and obvious fatigue, my role in this script definitely requires eating, drinking water and rest. Only facilities for going to the toilet are still missing because there is no way to take off your pants.
After replenishing water and taking a short rest, Feng Bujue hit the road again.
¡°Although after the car explosion, I never encountered any danger again. However, his cautious character and fear of nightmare mode still made Feng Bujue pay attention to everything and take every step carefully. Therefore, he was still cautious when wading through the creek, which was only as deep as his knees and less than five meters wide.
After reaching the other side, he dried his feet with the hem of his suit, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked along the path.
"Well Judging from the reflection in the water, I still look like myself." When he acted, his mind kept thinking, "The pockets all over his body are empty. You can look inside and outside. There is no embroidery or logo on the part. Sowhat is the name of my famous detective"
As he thought about it, the path under his feet became clearer and clearer, but the surrounding terrain became increasingly steeper. When he looked back, the forest behind him was already below the height he was at at this moment.
In this way, he walked for nearly half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the surrounding terrain became gentle soon. A road appeared in front of me.
Feng Bujue walked a few steps quickly and came to the main road. Looking at the telephone poles on the roadside, he felt an indescribable feeling of intimacy. It would be more friendly if there were a few small advertisements on the telephone pole.
¡°In fact, he made a big circle, just returning from the bottom of the valley to the height of the road.
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Not long after walking along the road, the sound of cars driving was heard in the distance.
Feng Bujue looked back and saw a rather ostentatious red convertible sports car driving towards him.
He is not wordy either. Stand directly in the middle of the road, with your feet spread wide and your hands raised high. Putting on a "big" character and a posture of "If you don't let me ride, you'll hit me and kill me."
"Hey! Help!" After the car got closer, Feng Bujue waved his arms and shouted loudly.
"The car was occupied by a middle-aged couple, both white. Both the way they were dressed and the vehicle they were driving were of mid-20th century style.
Someone was blocking a car in this remote place, and he was naturally wary of it. However, after a closer look, he saw that the person blocking the car was thin and unarmed. Although his clothes were dirty, he looked like a decent person at least. He was also shouting "help" loudly. , I must have really encountered some trouble.
So, the sports car slowed down and stopped on the side of the road. The gentleman in the driver's seat said to his wife: "Stay in the car, Carol."
"Be careful, Dennis." his wife warned.
Dennis opened the car door and got out, walked about two meters in front of Feng Bujue, and said, "Sir, what happened?"
Feng Bujue looked at the man in front of him. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and about forty years old. He has a tall build, brown hair, blue eyes, and a small crotch.son. He was wearing a beige short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body, a pair of white trousers on the lower body, and the leather shoes on his feet were polished. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders, and the sleeves were tied into a knot on his chest. This method of dressing was already outdated in Feng Bujue's era, so he was even more certain that the script was from the twentieth century.
"Uh yes, sir, I had a car accident." Feng Bujue replied.
"What? Car accident?" Dennis looked at Feng Bujue, "What's going on? Are you injured?".
"I'm fine." Feng Bujue said, "It's just that my car was damaged and rolled off the side of the road. I walked for about an hour before climbing up from the bottom of the valley and found the road." He was as organized as possible. Diduo revealed some information to relieve the other party's doubts in order to gain trust, "Please forgive my abrupt behavior of standing in the middle of the road, but I really need someone to give me a ride."
"That's it." Dennis seemed to let down his guard and took a step closer, "Don't worry, man, I'm happy to help."
"Thank you very much." Feng Bujue said. His conversation at this time seemed very polite and normal.
Dennis brought Feng Bujue to the car, pointed to the woman in the car and introduced, "This is my wife Carol." He turned to his wife again and gestured to Feng Bujue with his hand, " this¡¡"
"Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue said his real name directly, wanting to test the NPC's reaction.
"This Mr. Feng got into a car accident and wanted to hitch a ride." Dennis continued naturally. It seems that the system has corrected the impact of factors such as name and appearance on NPCs.
"Oh, that's too unfortunate, you weren't injured?" Carol asked.
The lady sitting in the car was wearing a red woolen coat. She has blue eyes and black hair. She cannot be said to be very beautiful, and the outline of her face is slightly weird. Although she was wearing heavy makeup, time seemed not to be very kind to this forty-year-old woman, and the thick foundation could not cover all the wrinkles.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, madam." Feng Bujue replied as he quickly got into the back seat. Even if the other party wants to change his mind at this time, it's too late. It's impossible to get this guy off the bus.
"Mr. Feng." Dennis got into the driver's seat and turned around and said, "My wife and I are going to a villa in the mountains for a family gathering. We are not far from our destination. If you don't mind, just follow us first. Let¡¯s go to the villa. There¡¯s a phone there, and we can notify your family or friends to pick you up.¡±
"I can't thank you enough." Feng Bujue said, "I haven't asked for advice yet, but your name is"
"Lovecraft." Dennis had already started the engine when he answered, "Dennis Lovecraft." (To be continued)