"Magnet …" Feng Bujue read out the six letters that were carved on the back of the denture. "Hmm … are these the dentures used by Magneto?" he asked half-jokingly.
He put the denture back into his pocket and took out the soap and wooden comb from earlier to confirm the item description.
[Name: Dirty Soap]
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: Yes
[Remark: Crude and crude. The workmanship is very simple.]
"The soap is similar to the denture. They can be taken out of the scenario …" Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.
[Name: Wooden Comb]
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: A normal wooden comb. It looks like it has been used for quite some time.
"But this comb and the candle that is stuck in the middle of the iron rod cannot be taken out of the scenario," Feng Bujue said darkly.
Based on the current situation, he had no idea what the difference of whether or not he could take out of the scenario was. Perhaps it was not that important, but he still made a mental note of it.
As mentioned earlier, Feng Bujue's brain was like a well-organized attic. He knew where to find the things that he needed. Different information had different priorities, and the useless trash would be swept away.
When he was playing this kind of high-difficulty scenario, he would place everything that he saw in the middle of the attic so that they could be seen at any time. Like a web of clues made from information, the deduction would be carried out on this web. As he gained more information, more hypotheses would be extended, and the web would grow larger. Until he solved all the questions, the web would shrink again until it was finally fixed at a single point.
At that moment, the web in Feng Bujue's mind had been opened. Like many of the best detectives in novels, he had a magical instinct … He could sense that the few items that could be taken out of the scenario were the few threads that connected to the core of the web.
"Magnet … magnet …" While Feng Bujue was thinking, he had already pocketed the few minor plot items that he had with him.
Then, he took out the wrench again and started the test.
This was a very simple test. All he did was use the wrench to look for objects with magnetism.
Feng Bujue held the wrench in his hand and raised it about an inch above the pile of trash on the ground. He slowly moved it around. If there was something like a magnet inside, it would have been sucked up or sucked down, but there was none.
"Fine, the answer and the hint are not in the same place. That's nothing strange." He stood up and walked toward Cell 1.
The next step was to test the iron doors of the cells. His speculation was that perhaps a certain door, or a certain part of the door, was magnetic. If Six Fan School still could not find it, he would return to Cell 0 to try his luck. If that still did not work, then he would have to conduct a carpet search again. He would use the wrench like a radar and stick to every inch of the wall and floor to find the source of the magnet.
After completing all those steps, if he still could not find anything that resembled a magnet, then there was only one solution left, which was to reconsider the meaning of the magnet hint.
Five minutes passed, and the iron doors of the first three cells did not have any magnet. Feng Bujue even reached his hand into the hole and used the wrench to probe the small piece of ground inside the door, but it was to no avail.
When he reached the door of Cell 4, Feng Bujue still followed his usual routine of searching from top to bottom. This time, when the wrench moved close to the small window above the iron door, there was a sudden reaction.
Feng Bujue followed his instinct and soon found the source of the magnetic force. "Is it this one?"
Cell 4 was similar to the other cells. The small window above the door had iron bars, and there were five of them. But the difference was that the iron bar in the middle of Cell 4's window was magnetic.
The magnetic force was not strong enough to keep Feng Bujue's wrench stuck to it, but it was enough to cause a reaction to any metal object that was close to it.
The iron bar was about twenty centimeters long and was about the width of two fingers. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that there was a section at the top and bottom of the iron bar that was heavily rusted.
Feng Bujue tried to use the wrench to clamp on the upper section of the iron bar. He gripped it tightly, and several seconds later, with a clang, the top section of the iron bar snapped off. Using the same method, he broke off the lower section of the iron fence and took the middle section of the iron fence, holding it in his hand.
"Then … I now have a cylindrical magnet about ten centimeters long," Feng Bujue said. "So _ what?"
Actually, what he should do next was right in front of his eyes … use the magnet to find the key.
Feng Bujue held the magnet again and sucked at the top of the pile of trash. He hoped that he might find something like a pin or iron wire, even though he was not sure whether that would be enough to pry open the door or not.
With no success, he returned to Cell 0. The door of this cell could not be locked anymore. Regardless of whether he was inside or outside, he could open and close it freely.
Feng Bujue picked up the rags on the ground and started to weave the rope. If Xiao Tan was the one doing this, he would definitely be able to do it well. After all, the man was a surgeon, and weaving rope was obviously a piece of cake.
But Feng Bujue … he was good at everything, but this was not his forte.
Strangely enough, he was quite smart and patient. His hands were steady, and he could complete very delicate work. But he was helpless when it came to things like weaving and knotting. When he was young, he learned how to tie shoelaces for two months. After he learned how to do it, he wore running shoes for a year. A year later, he forgot how to tie them again.
Back to the main topic, Feng Bujue spent more than ten minutes to weave a rope about two meters long that was relatively sturdy. Even though he purposely used rags of similar material and length, the rope was still thick and strange.
He confirmed the rope's reliability again and again. He even jumped on the rope for a while in the corridor … before he was confident enough to tie the magnet to one end of the rope.
Then, like fishing, Feng Bujue tossed the rope and the magnet into the hole and then pulled it back. About twenty minutes later, he confirmed that there were no keys under the beds or in the blind spots of the six cells.
"Hmm … Could it be …" After many failed attempts, his train of thought returned to a certain place.
"There is still one thing that has not been used in Cell 0 …" Feng Bujue walked back. "And after the door is opened, I can return freely. This probably means …"
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