Chapter 473: Cursed Hospital (11)
After leaving the pediatric clinic, Feng Bujue soon arrived at the cafeteria. The lightning here was quite complete, it was brighter than the corridor. With one glance, one could take in the whole room easily. Even though the place was quite large, the layout of the cafeteria gave off a stuffy feeling. All the tables and chairs were closely joined together and some chairs were welded to the table. The space between the tables was just large enough for a person to walk through.
After some exploration, Feng Bujue noticed a strange phenomenon… Other than the irregular passageways and the non existent Room 125, all the rooms in this hospital had a weird sense of non-uniformity to them. It could be summed up in one sentence, ‘lack of space’. It was as if too many rooms had been built into this building so that each room had only elbow space for people to navigate.
“You sure took your time.” A familiar voice entered Feng Bujue ears. Brother Jue whipped his body around and… saw a large figure walk out from the kitchen. Pig’s head, human body, radiating danger.
“You…” Feng Bujue’s expression shifted. “Why are you here?”
“Why can’t I be here?” When Oink spoke, he suddenly darted towards Brother Jue. It was then that Feng Bujue realized… the man was armed with a cleaver.
“What do you plan to do?” He quickly bounced backward and took out the folding knife.
“Don’t be so spastic, Feng Bujue.” Oink replied, “You are now in Leicester’s body, if I really want to harm you, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” At this point, he was already standing before Brother Jue. Feng Bujue was not surprised that Oink could see through the real him. When the last time they met, Brother Jue already confirmed Oink was a unique set of data so it was common for him to be able to do something like this. But at that moment, Brother Jue really had no idea why the man would suddenly appear now and… what was his purpose for being there.
“I am here to deliver you something.” Oink said. Then he flipped the cleaver around and handed it to Feng Bujue with the hilt facing the later. After a moment’s hesitation, Brother Jue reached for it. When he grabbed the item, he started to study it.
Name: Defence-Break Cleaver
Item Type: Weapon
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Quality: Perfect
Offense Point: ??
Element: None
Special Effect: When the attacked target (including player, monster, NPC)’s defence point (in certain circumstance, it depends on the specific part being attacked) is deemed ‘slightly strong’ or higher, the cleaver’s offense point would be deemed as 0.1 percent higher than said defence point.
Equip Requirement: Fighting A, Bound after equipped
Whether it can be taken out of the scenario: Yes
Remark: Under normal circumstance, this is a dull blade that cannot cut even paper but at the most crucial moment, it can cut through anything.
When Feng Bujue finished reading the description, he looked at the man with appreciation and used his unique sense of humour to show his gratitude. “Second disciple, I will never forget your kindness…”
“At least be a bit serious when you’re thanking people!” Oink roared as he sent his palm flying. Feng Bujue was sent floating from the force of the slap, he twirled twice in the air before landing and he was unlucky enough to land on the blade of the cleaver. Two seconds later, he bounced up and yapped, “Even my…”
“if you continue with ‘even my dad hasn’t slapped me’, you’ll be guaranteed another slap.” Oink cut him off.
“Qie…” Brother Jue tutted and grumbled under his breath. “Stop me from being sarcastic… Do you think I don’t dare to poke at you with this new weapon…” At that point, something hit him. He fell on the blade of the cleaver but he was not injured, just slightly scratched.
“You understand the property of the cleaver now?” Oink seemed to understand something from Brother Jue’s eyes, he continued, “Actually this was modified from the cleaver that you first gave me so considered it returned to its original owner.”
“Erm…” hearing that, Brother Jue asked, “I say… Brother Oink, we’re not really related, why would you…”
“Haven’t I told you?” Oink answered. “I am here to ‘deliver’ something to you.”
Feng Bujue looked at him. “Oh? That means… you’re here on someone’s request?”
“Yes.” Oink replied. “The cleaver you’re holding is personally modified by the Count of Script, it was also him who told me to bring this to you.”
Hearing that, Brother Jue thought immediately, [Kindness does not come without a price…] But on the surface, he showed nothing and asked in a gangster like tone, “What, the count wants me on his side now?”
“It’s not really that…” Oink explained. “To quote the man himself…’Feng Bujue, this man can be bought but cannot be forced; give him some benefit and it should aid in better future communication’.”
“He he…” Brother Jue chuckled twice. “Then… I believe he also wanted you to ‘deliver’ some words to me as well right?”
“just one sentence.” Oink admitted. “Soul Coffin is actually a key.”
“A key is it?” Feng Bujue mumbled. “hearing that word at this moment just brings me headache…”
“I’ve done my job.” Oink said as he reached into his pocket and then he took out another key. “Take this.”
Feng Bujue did not think much about it. Since it was a free gift, why not?
Name: Blood Bank Key
Item: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Open the Blood Bank door
Whether it can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: For some reason, this thing was found on a chef
“What…” Feng Bujue lifted his eyes to look at Oink. “You don’t work here at this hospital do you?”
“No.”
“Then why would you have this key?”
“I found it on the chef,” Oink replied.
“Erm… where is the chef then?” When Feng Bujue asked that question, he already had a bad guess in his heart.
“He’s cooking in the pot.” Oink said. “Later, go and feed yourself and you’ll recover to full status.”
“He… he he…” Brother Jue’s lips twitched. “Thank… thank you.”
Oink then turned to leave but as he turned, something hit him. He said, “Oh, that cleaver, you better keep it inside your second-dimension pocket…” He paused and his eyes narrowed. “The dimension that you are in now is slightly different that what you might imagine…”
“Erm… My inventory is locked.” Feng Bujue said matter of factly.
“Tsk, such trouble…” Oink shook his head. He walked forward, grabbed the cleaver and plunged it into Brother Jue’s chest. The next second… the thing was forced into Brother Jue’s inventory.
“Wow!” Brother Jue’s eyes glowed. “brother Oink! Then can you help me take some stuff out?”
“No.” Oink answered crisply. “Bye.” Then the man left. Feng Bujue did not ask for him to say because the back of this heaven’s butcher seemed to be saying—’if you dare to stop me, I’ll whack you again.’
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After Oink left, Brother Jue did not hurry to the vending machine to grab the quest item but headed to the kitchen. This time he decided to be more careful. To prevent the room from collapsing after he obtained the plot item, he decided to look around the place first before grabbing the ice cold beer.
“Hue~ what happened here?” Once Brother JUe walked into the kitchen, he saw the blood and guts that littered the ground…
On the kitchen counter not far from him placed a white wolf’s head. This head looked somewhat like a human, it appeared to be a werewolf. But the body was missing… or rather… it was cooking. After a few moments of consideration, brother Jue understood what happened.
“Em… this is probably the hospital chef…” Feng Bujue said. “So… the two events that can transpire here should be ‘using the candy to trade for the blood bank key’ and ‘use the meal card to exchange for a meal to recover life points’.” He paused. “But now Oink used brute force to help me skip directly over these two steps.”
With that in mind, Brother Jue slammed on the table and yelled. “Then why did I suffer through the mouldy sandwich? What for?!”
After the dark clouds floated away, there was nothing he could do but to pull open the pot and started in on the stew made from the werewolf meat…
No matter what, this meat stew was at least made from fresh ingredient and was much better than that sandwich. On top of that, Oink was a good cook. But then again, even if it tasted bad, for Feng Bujue, did it matter anymore…
After having the stew, Brother Jue’s Life and Stamina Points both returned to full.
Then, he started to search the kitchen and cafeteria…
Other than pots and pans, there were naturally knives in the kitchen. Even a normal cutting knife was better than his folding knife so he grabbed one to hold.
But that was all… he looked for a long time and found nothing valuable.
Therefore, Feng Bujue finally stopped before the vending machine and pulled out the coin from his pocket.
“Wait a minute…” As he was about to drop in the coin, a question struck him. “If I buy it now, it will be an ice-cold beer but after placing it in my pocket for so long, before I can deliver it, won’t it turn warm already?”