Igor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Then, Feng Bujue looked at Brother Barefoot again: "In your memory, does this base have a sign?"

"Of course." The barefoot brother said in a matter-of-fact tone, "This base is built like a chessboard. The passages are all straight and vertically staggered. If there are no signboards, who can tell where they are?"

"So in your memory," Feng Bujue continued, "are there light switches on the wall in the corridor? Are there vents in the corridor?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" At this point, Brother Barefoot asked in turn, "What happened in this base?"

Judging from his tone, the answer is obviously yes.

However, the actual situation is that Brother Jue has not seen any of these things.

For a few seconds, Feng Bujue thought that his vision or spirit had been disturbed, causing him to "not see" those details; but Igor also said no, which meant that it was not a problem in this area.

"It's getting weirder and weirder," Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Could it be that Igor is also a figment of my imagination?" He quickly rejected this hypothesis, "It's impossible that he must be an entity. I have had physical contact with him.

He helped me carry the blood collection bag, carried the tool box along the way, and chopped two monsters along the way. If Igor is illusory, wouldn’t everything in this script so far be illusory?"

Thinking of this, Brother Jue had a flash of inspiration.

"Wait for illusion?" He couldn't help but ponder, and whispered in his mouth.

"Lack of details."

"Details exist in np memory"

"It's not a visual or mental interference."

"Illusion and illusion."

"There's something wrong with this scenario map itself."

"It's like an unfinished sandbox."

"Sandbox"

"Not done well?"

A series of fragments of information flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, spreading out like water seeping into a sponge in a very short period of time, generating countless hypotheses and deductions.

Finally, at some distant end of that reasoning map, there was an area that gradually became clear.

"Ha" at this moment, Feng Bujue showed a confident smile that he had not seen for a long time, "It's not that I didn't do it well, but I can only do it to this extent, right?" He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the focus of his eyes seemed to be on the corridor.

Behind the wall, "What derivatives can do, NPC can develop a sandbox, then, SP Foundation" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!