This shower curtain was hung on an oval steel frame above the bathtub. The background color was light blue, and it was decorated with some slightly darker patterns. In fact, Feng Bujue usually did not use this thing, but he still relied on his excellent memory and keen observation of details to find the abnormality of the shower curtain.
"The color and shape of the patterns are different from the ones in my house …." Feng Bujue muttered, opened the shower curtain, and carefully looked at it.
But after looking at it for a long time, he still could not see what these patterns represented. Although he found that these patterns were different from his memory, but if he could not see the hidden message, it would be useless.
"Could it be that my observation angle is wrong?" Feng Bujue thought, and his hands did not stop. He turned the shower curtain over and over, and placed it in various positions to look at it, but still to no avail.
"Wait a minute …. observation angle!" Suddenly, his mind flashed, and he thought of a possibility.
He immediately took out the flashlight from his pocket and turned it on. Then he walked to the door and turned off the light in the bathroom.
"When I came to this bathroom, the light was turned on. Generally speaking, no one would take the initiative to turn off the lighting equipment. " Feng Bujue muttered, and moved the flashlight to the shower curtain, "So … .I can't see this."
At this time, on the light blue shower curtain, the darkest part of the pattern turned into a very conspicuous green, and at the same time, some white patterns also emerged.
It turned out that the clue was in front of him all along, but he could not "see" it.
The message on the shower curtain could only be recognized under a certain color of light. When the white light in the bathroom was on, it could not show the clue. At this moment, the yellow beam of the flashlight successfully made some green letters with white edges appear.
"M … D … D … M … I … I … R …." Feng Bujue found a lot of letters on the shower curtain. He thought that these letters could form words or sentences, but after reading for a while, he found that this was not the case, because most of the letters were repeated, and there was no logic in the arrangement.
After he confirmed that he had searched the entire shower curtain, he touched his chin and said, "Hmm … there are seven letters in total, A, D, I, K, M, O, and R. It appears repeatedly at different frequencies and is disorderly. What exactly is this … "He took a few steps back and looked at the unfolded shower curtain from afar." Could it be related to the coordinates of the XY axis? Or is this a 3D image? Or … Oh! "
Before he finished speaking, he had already seen through the clues. He quickly took out a notebook and a pen and wrote down the letters on the shower curtain in a neat format. A few minutes later, he solved the puzzle.
"So it's just a matter of arranging them neatly and eliminating them according to the rules of 'colliding against each other' …" Feng Bujue seemed to be a little dismissive of this puzzle, but this did not affect him from getting the correct answer.
It didn't take long for him to finish his elimination. All of the "D, A, K" on the paper had been erased, and the remaining letters … as long as he ignored their vertical position and arranged them on the X axis, they would be separated by a space and could form a word — MIRROR.
"After all this fuss, you want me to look at a mirror …" He came to the sink again, put the flashlight on the side of the sink, and stared at the mirror.
But he stood like this for more than a minute, and there was no abnormal reaction.
Feng Bujue said, "I stared at the mirror before, but I didn't see any hint or trigger any plot. But now that I have solved the puzzle, why is it still … "
"Huh? Could it be … "He seemed to have an idea again. He picked up the notebook again and looked at the letters that he had erased." The letters D, A, and K that have been erased completely … If we add the most frequent R, wouldn't it be … "
Feng Bujue laughed. "Oh … That's what it means."
The next second, he reached out his hand without hesitation and turned off the flashlight.
If it were anyone else, they would have hesitated for a while before doing this. After all, he was alone in a small space, and there was a "fierce resentment entrenched" outside the door. It took a certain amount of courage to let the darkness swallow him in this situation.
But Feng Bujue did not feel any pressure at all. He switched off the flashlight, and it was done cleanly.
It was just standing in a dark bathroom and staring at a mirror, what was the big deal? At most, an extremely scary image would suddenly appear, accompanied by some kind of hair-raising sound effect. So what? Was he trying to scare people to death?
"What could it be …" Feng Bujue stood in front of the mirror and muttered. Although there was darkness in front of him, he still opened his eyes and looked directly at the mirror.
Five or six seconds later, something happened.
The surface of the mirror lit up with a faint blue light, and a human face appeared in the mirror.
The face looked exactly like Feng Bujue, but it was obviously not a mirror image because when Brother Bujue saw the face, he turned his neck a few times and made a few obvious expressions, but the face in the mirror did not move with him.
The face met Feng Bujue's eyes through the mirror, and there was a faint smile on its face. If a normal person saw this in the dark, their hair would stand on end. But Feng Bujue just watched silently, waiting for the next change.
This stalemate lasted for about ten seconds. Then the "Feng Bujue" in the mirror smiled and began to speak, "My name is Feng Bujue."
His voice was exactly the same as Brother Bujue's …
"I am a novelist who is addicted to weird and scary stories."
Every time he said a sentence, he would pause for a moment.
"I live alone in a big house.
"Day after day, I write absurd stories.
"When I look at the sky under the setting sun, it is as if I see a sea of blood in the depths of hell.
"When I stand in front of the window and listen, I can clearly hear the screams of those who are about to die.
"Have you seen the gutters? The color inside is different every day. Sometimes it is red like blood, sometimes it is green like pus, sometimes it is yellow like bile … It is actually the river of hell, glowing with a scary neon light.
"The noise of the factory is mixed with the echo of the underground, drifting above the city.
"The stench in the air smells like a giant beast vomiting …
"I realized that maybe I am not living in the human world, but in hell.
"Have I gone mad?"
After saying all this, the face returned to silence. He looked at Feng Bujue as if waiting for an answer.
"Hahaha … Hahahaha …" Feng Bujue actually laughed at the mirror. Then he mimicked the other party's tone and he hummed along with a melody that was not obvious. "Scream, moan, the endless darkness of hell ~ Fairies, monsters, and ghosts, holding a decapitated head, waiting for your arrival ~ Go down, go down, human, quickly fall …"
After hearing the ballad, the face in the mirror showed a look of bewilderment.
"What? Do you still want to hear it? " Feng Bujue continued, "Go down, go down, the endless darkness of hell ~ Burn, drown, beg for death, beg for death ~ Human, quickly fall … Fall to the bottom of hell, listen ~ The dead have begun to sing, in the pool of blood, in the sea of fire, in the mountain of needles …"
"That's enough." The face in the mirror interrupted.
Feng Bujue snorted and stopped. He said calmly, "When I was nine years old, I read 'Lullaby of Hell'. I was too young at the time, so I was depressed for three days." He paused. "As for that memory, I have already forgotten it, but the impression of fear is still there. You used this method to induce fear in me, it is indeed a good strategy, but unfortunately … "He shook his head helplessly." Now, under your guidance, I can only clearly recall the scenes and lines in the manga, but the feeling of fear does not come up at all. "
After hearing this, the face in the mirror began to change. He became the image of a middle-aged European man, bald, beardless, but with long eyebrows. The strangest thing about this face was that his skin was pale, like he had been soaked in formalin for a long time …
"Okay, you don't have to say anymore." The voice of the face changed. "You have passed the second test."
"The second test?" Feng Bujue asked, "The letter on the shower curtain is the first one?"
"That's right." The face replied, "In the three tests of 'wisdom', 'courage', and 'benevolence', you have …"
"WOWWOWOW … Wait wait wait wait …" Feng Bujue interrupted him. "I haven't finished my questions yet, don't open up the settings without permission." He said firmly, "You have to at least answer one of my questions first. Can I turn on the light now?"
The face in the mirror replied, "Hmm … Yes."
Feng Bujue felt his way to the door and turned on the light switch. He then returned to the mirror and asked, "Okay, who are you? Sato? "
"Huh?" The face in the mirror was stunned. "Who is Sato?"
"The alien Sato." Feng Bujue said in a matter-of-fact tone, "The commander of Power Ranger, the face in the glass column." He said three short sentences in a row, but the face still looked confused.
"Er … I don't know who you are talking about …" The face replied hesitantly.
"Then forget it." Feng Bujue rudely interrupted again. "It's good that you haven't seen it. That theme song is very brainwashing. It's hard to get it out of your head after listening to it."
"That … I am the assistant of the 'boss', the magic mirror." The magic mirror did not know how to continue Feng Bujue's words. He could only try to bring the topic back on track.
"Oh, so your real body is the face in the mirror and not the mirror itself," Feng Bujue replied.
"You can say that …"
"Tell me … What is your relationship with the Hidden Mirror Man (one of the three giants of the Golden Light Puppet Show)?"
"Who is the Hidden Mirror Man?"
"You can read my memory, but you don't know about the Power Ranger and the Hidden Mirror Man?" Feng Bujue asked suddenly.
It turned out that his seemingly irrelevant nonsense was all just a test.
The magic mirror replied, "I can only see very limited fragments. I can't see all of your memory."
"Hmm … Okay." Feng Bujue got the answer he wanted. He felt a lot more assured. He said with a smile, "Now, you can tell me about the third test."
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