Thriller Paradise Chapter 1033
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Chapter 1033: 1033
Due to a period of time in the dark environment, after the light just came on, the blind eyes have not fully adapted.
But he didn’t take too long to get used to the light either.
After a few seconds, he was able to see the object normally, and his eyes immediately turned to the body beside him.
It was indeed a corpse in a straitjacket. The head and right foot of the corpse had disappeared. Consistent with brother Jue’s previous judgment, what came out of the wound was not blood, but an unknown liquid with no smell and a fluorescent green color.
“Strange” seal didn’t realize that after looking at the corpse, he looked down at his hand. At this time, some mucus remained on his hand, “isn’t this liquid light in the dark?”
He didn’t struggle with the problem for long, so he went to the metal door not far away.
Click
there is no system prompt, but the click sound from turning the handle can also declare that the door is locked.
“No surprise.” Feng unconsciously recited a sentence, and then went to the opposite mirror.
Soon, he came to the mirror, and stretched out a finger towards the mirror, and put the fingertip vertically against the mirror.
“One way mirror?” brother Jue looked at the reflection of his finger in the mirror and said in his heart.
At present, he is using a very simple “finger test method” (use the finger tip to touch the surface of the mirror, if there is a certain distance between the reflected finger and your finger tip, it means that it is an ordinary mirror; if the reflected finger is close to your finger tip, it means that it is a unidirectional mirror, and the back of the mirror is a glass that can be seen through), although this method is not 100% It’s effective (it’s hard to measure the reflection layer by finger method when it’s sandwiched between two pieces of glass), but at the moment, it’s a success.
Of course, even if you can’t test it out with your fingers, you can be 90% sure that the big mirror in front of you is a one-way perspective mirror.
Because this room is not “interrogation room” or “experimental container” in terms of functionality. As a cell, there is a problem. Even if there is no bed in the cell, there should be a toilet. Otherwise, in a few days, the cell will turn itself into a large non sewer toilet, so since it is an interrogation room or experimental container, monitoring is inevitable.
In the 1940s, although there was video recording technology, it was 30 years before the surveillance camera was invented. Therefore. The monitoring methods used in those years were basically people’s watching.
If it’s in a prison or something, just send a guard to watch it through the iron fence or window. In this kind of secret underground experimental base, most of them are observed and recorded through unidirectional glass.
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“I always think there’s a line of sight behind the mirror looking at me.” “But pure intuition, no basis can not be asserted,” said Feng He looked at the mirror for a few seconds. He also thought, “well, no matter whether there is one or not, in a word, it’s impossible to break this mirror by hand without using tools. Anyway, it’s also a military level facility. It’s also reasonable to use bullet proof glass behind this one-way mirror.”
Thinking of this, he was ready to go to see the body.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, a movement of cloth friction with the ground suddenly sounded.
Through the reflection of the mirror, I could not see the “corpse” on the ground that had lost its head and right foot. It just squirmed.
“What do you mean?” Seeing this, brother Jue immediately turned around and stared at the body warily.
“Without a head, there would be no brain. To make a body without a brain move, there would have to be power.” he has come up with three hypotheses in one breath: one is an engineering oriented remote control device; two is a microbial or chemical weapon; and three is a primate cause.
A few seconds later, the body moved more violently. But there seems to be no regular action, just like a fish being fished from the river.
“Why didn’t I touch him at all?” When Feng didn’t realize how to think about it, he took a few steps away from the corpse. “The difference just now and now is” thinking about it. Instinctively, he glanced at the light on the ceiling He whispered to himself, “so what’s the principle?”
in a moment, an idea flashed through brother Jue’s mind, and the next second, he looked down at his hand.
“The color of the mucus left on the original hand is brighter than before. Brother Jue immediately had an idea.
In order to verify his conjecture, Feng didn’t realize that he immediately did something that ordinary people are unlikely to do.
However, almost at the same time, the light began to weaken. After about seven or eight seconds, the mucus on the hand was completely dull, and the liquid flowing in the neck and ankle of the body only lasted for more than 20 seconds.
When the fluorescence on the liquid completely disappeared, the body stopped moving again, at least from the sound.
“No matter when the light is on or off, my hand doesn’t feel anything different.” He said quietly in the dark, “it means that this liquid can’t work outside the body. It needs to enter the circulatory system of the human body.” he thought, and walked to the body. “As for this guy, his whole body should be full of this liquid”
not many times, he squatted down and confirmed the wound of the body with his hand again.
“Oh bone saw”
when he first fumbled in the dark, he was not sure; just saw a few eyes under the light, now touch again, it will be clear
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“and the feeling of the wound is that there is no sign of struggle when he saw it.” After the confirmation, he turned over the body and untied the bandage on the back of the straitjacket.
See here, if you think it’s out of humanitarianism to untie the corpse, you must be a very naive and kind person.
This chapter is scrapped from readlightnovel.org
If you think that sealing is to take off the body’s clothes and do some dirty things to the headless man’s body, I suggest you go to see a psychiatrist or go to the police station early.
In fact, brother Jue just wanted to take off the metal lock on the bandage. After he took off the lock, he stood up and walked towards the metal door without stopping.
Because I just turned on the light once. So this room is “no longer dark” for juega. The image of the whole room was burned in his mind. With the trained sense of distance to the centimeter and the control of stride, you can move freely in the room even with your eyes closed.
“OK, if nothing happens in the 1940s, it’s using a bullet lock” to break off the iron pin on the strap lock. Inserted in the lock eye of the metal door, “the traditional things are not easy to handle”
his words are undoubtedly empirical. According to the rich experience (don’t ask me where those experiences come from), the more old-fashioned locks are, the more basic skills of unlocking will be tested. The “security door” of the early 21st century. On the contrary, it’s the best kind of lock that can only be opened if it’s afraid of the lock before the 1990s. Some of them can’t be opened by professional tools, so they can only be smashed.
Click
to make a long story short, after nearly five minutes of working in front of the door, the sound of the lock cylinder popping finally rings.
Seal can’t feel his breath, put the metal lock in the pocket of his clothes, and then he stood up, opened the door
creak
the sound of opening the door is similar to that at the beginning of G.
Maybe all the metal doors in this base will make such a sound when they are opened. Or maybe this is the last door Andre opened before he died.
But in any case, the voice is a psychological cue that can make people more scared.
“The lighting in the corridor is still normal.” two seconds later, Feng unconsciously stared at the dead fish’s eyes, put on a listless expression, and walked out of the room just now.
Naturally, he also understood that the door opening sound was designed to mean this, but he was not afraid of it.
“This is not the same place as the corridor in the film title.” because the metal door has inevitably made a noise, so the seal will not keep silent any longer. He whispered, “there are differences in the color of the wall and some details”
the “difference” he said, ordinary people may ignore it. But he remembers it clearly.
Similar examples have been mentioned earlier, which is the problem of personal brain filtering mechanism. We “normal people” are almost blind in many cases. Let’s say that there is a lamp beside my computer and a lampshade on the lamp. The distance between this thing and me is only 30-40 cm. Most of the time in the day will appear in my sight range, but you ask me how many folds are on the lampshade of this lamp, I can’t tell.
You can also try, for example, how many sockets are there in your room, what words are printed on the penholder you use every day, and what is the first book on the top of your right hand at this moment that you don’t want to take a look at, can you answer it?
I can’t help but know the details clearly. After years of training, he doesn’t need to do it deliberately, so he can complete the task of observing memory.
After waiting for a few seconds, brother Jue realized that his room was at the end of a corridor, and the door of the room was facing the corridor. “That is to say, I can only walk in this direction, and in this direction,” he looked back at the room behind his eyes. “It was the room behind the mirror”
after thinking for a few seconds, he put the The metal door closed to the point where there was only a gap, and then continued along the corridor.
“Ah, indeed.” Before walking a few steps, there are a few scattered drops of fluorescent liquid on the ground in front of me, “let me see where you have taken your head and feet.”
According to juega’s conjecture, the head and feet of the body were undoubtedly sawed off and taken away, and there must be more than one person who did it. When a person saws half the way, the body will move violently because the fluorescent liquid in the body flows out and reacts with the light. In that way, even if that person can finish sawing, the wound of the body will be messy.
Therefore, the work must be done by several people, with their head and feet sawed at the same time, both sides sawed together, and the lights turned off immediately.
When those people came to the corridor with their heads and feet, because there were lights in the corridor, the two parts that had been sawed must also have reactions, which would probably lead to the spilling and dripping of fluorescent liquid
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