After changing his perspective, Feng Bujue quickly found where the first clue was hidden – the protective film on the LCD TV.
He leaned closer to the TV screen and observed carefully, only to find that there were many strange marks on the film. He immediately tore the film off the surface of the TV and held it under the light, but he still couldn't understand the message on it.
"The film itself is transparent, and the bumps on the marks are not obvious …" He thought with great interest, and after a few seconds, he had an idea.
Feng Bujue quickly went to the kitchen and took out the vacuum cleaner from the cabinet. He turned on the machine and saw that the dust collection bag was half full. He felt that there was hope, so he immediately took the film, spread it out, and sprinkled the dust evenly on the film.
Sure enough, under the cover of the dust, some letters appeared.
"Ha … I remember playing sand painting when I was a child." Feng Bujue said, patted the dust on his hands, and then looked at the letters, "M, V, E, M, J … U, N."
The seven English letters were the hints on the film. The letters were arranged horizontally. Except for the J and U, which had a gap between them, the other letters were equally spaced apart.
"Seven letters, what do they mean?" Feng Bujue muttered. "The English initials of the Calabash Brothers?" He said half-jokingly, but this sentence really gave him an idea.
"Eh? Could it be … "Feng Bujue glanced at the letters again, and then a smile appeared on his face," Oh … it's the eight planets. "
In fact, Brother Jue's knowledge of astronomy was very average … But fortunately, he at least knew the order of the eight planets, and the English spelling of six of them (he didn't know the exact spelling of Uranus and Neptune, but he still remembered the first letters of these two words).
After he thought of this hypothesis, he quickly walked to the bookshelf in the living room and pulled out a book about astronomy.
Feng Bujue's bookshelf was like his brain, organized in a very orderly manner. The books were categorized according to letter, category, year, and other multiple priorities. No matter what kind of information he wanted to find, he could immediately find the relevant book.
Some people might ask, "It's 2055, what can't you just look it up on the Internet?"
Of course, Feng Bujue usually looked up a lot of things on the Internet, but he firmly believed that the Internet was not omnipotent. It was impossible for humans to input all the information in the world into the computer, and it was impossible to guarantee that the input information could be found on the Internet. Moreover, the contents of many textbooks, reference books, and manuals were far more detailed and accurate than the "encyclopedia" on the Internet.
In addition, the most important problem … Feng Bujue just confirmed that the computer, game cabin, phone, and fax in the room were all malfunctioning. the TV could be turned on, but there was no signal at all, and there was no video on the hard drive.........
"According to the distance from the sun, the order is … Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune." Feng Bujue flipped through the book and read, "The seven letters on the membrane correspond to the first five and the last two planets respectively, and the empty one is undoubtedly Saturn." He put down the book and looked up. "The empty letter is S …"
He picked up the membrane and temporarily put it on the kitchen counter. He took a bowl from the cupboard and pressed it down. "Or is it hinting to me … the word 'earth'? Or is it hinting to Saturday (Saturn is the root of Saturday)? "
Although the riddle was solved, it was hard to tell what this hint was referring to …
"Then … obviously, there is more than one clue." Feng Bujue held his chin with one hand and said, "This riddle is just one piece of the whole puzzle."
The search began again, and another ten minutes passed.
This time, he found an anomaly on the back of the wall clock.
It was a small blue wall clock, perfectly round and flat. The internal hands and numbers were all white and made of plastic. At first glance, it was a cheap item that could be bought for less than twenty dollars.
The back of the wall clock was black, and the design was very simple. On the back of the "twelve o 'clock", there was a convex space for hanging. Further down, in the middle, there was a battery slot, the kind that didn't even have a lid, and it had a built-in AA battery. Next to the battery slot, there was a round plastic gear, or rather, a dial. This was used to adjust the time, and it was directly connected to the minute hand.
At this moment, Feng Bujue found the anomaly … when he turned the dial on the back of the wall clock, it was not the minute hand that moved, but the hour hand.
To be honest, the person who found this clue was a pain in the ass … The people who played Zelda without looking at the strategy guide couldn't be better.
"The hint is the 'hour hand'?" Feng Bujue read. "Hour hand … hour hand … Li Shizen? Compendium of Materia Medica? Jay Chou? Hot girl? "His thoughts had broken through the sky in a few seconds.
"Hmm … Hour hand, does it represent time? Time？” His thoughts turned away from the spicy hot pot. "No, if it's referring to time, the minute hand or second hand would also work. There are many ways to let me find the anomaly, such as turning the dial upside down." He looked at the clock again. "Is it referring to 'hour'? Hour？”
Feng Bujue put the wall clock on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "If this clue is referring to hour or hour, then the clue on the film is Saturday?" He pondered. "Hmm … Interesting."
After the second clue appeared, the situation was still unclear, and it seemed to be getting more and more complicated.
Feng Bujue continued to search in the living room. This time, he turned the sofa over, moved a lot of furniture, opened the cabinets, pulled out the drawers, emptied the fridge, and even dismantled a lot of daily necessities. Still, he found nothing.
"Huh?" When Feng Bujue came to the cat litter, he suddenly said, "Why did I use dust instead of cat litter?"
It turned out that he did not have an idea, but he thought that he could also use cat litter to solve the mystery of the film.
"I might as well search this as well." He lifted the tray of cat litter and poured the contents on the floor. However, there was only a thin layer of cat litter, nothing else was hidden.
"Aha!" Feng Bujue was about to put down the tray and leave when he saw a notification at the bottom of the tray.
There were two sets of numbers engraved there, 599 and 602.
"Okay, what does this mean …" Feng Bujue squatted there and said, "602 seems to be related to time, but 599 is more far-fetched. Postal code? Phone number? Citizen ID? SCP code name? "His mind was spinning fast.
"Wait …" Feng Bujue's eyes suddenly flashed with something. He almost jumped up and said hurriedly, "This is the page number … 599 to 602."
He jogged to the front of the bookshelf and his eyes moved quickly on the bookshelf. In two minutes, based on his observation of the thickness, he had filtered out all the books with less than 500 pages.
"Ha … I am so stupid." Feng Bujue raised his right hand and gently knocked on his head. "The answer to the film is'S ', and the clock's notification is the same. The answer to the riddle is just a letter …" He quickly turned his eyes to the side of the bookshelf, where the books started with S or H.
"90% of the books on the bookshelf are Chinese books, excluding those with insufficient pages. I can look for the first letter of the first Chinese character in the title, but I can't rule out the possibility that the notification refers to the first letter of the English translation of the title … "Just as he thought of this, the name of a book popped up in Feng Bujue's mind.
"Hmph … Haha … Hahaha …" He laughed foolishly, and his constantly moving eyes stopped.
Ten seconds later, he reached out and pulled out a thick book from somewhere on the bookshelf. He took the book to the living room and placed it on the coffee table.
Then, Feng Bujue returned to the kitchen, looked at the dusty film, picked it up, and threw it into the trash can. Then, he took out an aluminum kettle from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, put it on the gas stove, and began to boil water …
"Hmm … It will take about five to ten minutes to boil." Feng Bujue scanned the messy living room again. "I have found the answer to the three clues, so the mystery in the living room should be solved." He turned his head to look at the bedroom door and said, "Let's take a few minutes to go in and take a look."
After making up his mind, Feng Bujue went to get a mop at home, then walked to the bedroom door. He tried to turn the doorknob, and it worked.
He carefully pushed the door open a crack, and the light in the bedroom was on. He put the mop in and checked it up and down like a minesweeper. After making sure it was fine, he pushed the door open.
But when he opened the door, he saw the scene in the bedroom. The only thought that popped up in his mind was, 'I must have opened it the wrong way.'
"Hi ~" The beauty on the bed used a sweet voice to greet Brother Bujue.
The woman was lying on Feng Bujue's bed, and she was only wearing "very simple" clothes. Under a transparent gauze nightgown, her purple underwear was completely exposed. Her perfectly round and towering breasts were also faintly discernible. Her fragrant shoulders, slender waist, and two snow-white slender thighs outlined a magnificent arc.
Her long hair was slightly wavy, scattered behind her head, and fell all the way to Feng Bujue's pillow. Her beauty was needless to say, but the most important thing was her pair of flirtatious eyes. Amidst the rolling autumn waves, there was endless charm.
"This game is getting more and more awesome." Feng Bujue's expression was dignified as he complained.
"Handsome, do you need something?" The beauty asked.
"Sure … it depends on what you need." Feng Bujue replied without any integrity.
"What do you need? Come here." The beauty patted the edge of the bed, "Come, sit here."
"That …" Feng Bujue used a quarter of a second to come up with an excuse, "I'm boiling water …"
"Yo ~ you're quite shy." The beauty said.
"No, no, no … I'm a very casual person." Feng Bujue said, "I don't want to get close to you because of my own safety."
"What? You're afraid I'll eat you? " As the beauty spoke, she slightly raised her lips, wrinkled her tall nose, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips. It could be said that she was extremely teasing.
"That's right." Feng Bujue nodded, "If it weren't for this, I would've already thrown away my rationality, restraint, and self-esteem and closed the door."
"What are you talking about?" The beauty said again. She twisted her delicate body, sparing no effort to seduce her target.
"I'm talking nonsense with you, and wondering why you don't directly attack me." Feng Bujue replied. After he said this, he suddenly thought of something, "Oh ~ I see."
It was unknown what he understood, but as he spoke, he stepped into the bedroom. But he still didn't get close to the bed, and only stood at a certain distance from the beauty.
"What exactly are you …" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and stared at the other party, "Anyway, sooner or later I'll figure it out, or … test it out, why don't you tell me yourself."
In a very short moment, the beauty's expression slightly changed, but she quickly put on a smiling face, "What are you talking about … I can't hear you …"
"Ha … Bah!" Feng Bujue prepared a mouthful of saliva in his mouth, and spat it at the other party from a distance.
A second later, the saliva landed on the beauty's thigh …
The room fell into silence …
"Hmm … Looks like you're not a ghost." Feng Bujue said seriously.
"What are you doing …" The beauty's face already had a murderous expression.
"Testing." Feng Bujue picked up the air conditioner remote control and the TV remote control, crossed the two objects, and showed them to the other party.
Another awkward silence …
"You're also not a vampire …" Ten seconds later, Feng Bujue put down the "cross" and said thoughtfully.
"If you don't have anything else, go …" The beauty seemed to want to drive him away.
"Go what?" Feng Bujue interrupted, "This is my room." He paused, "But I'm going to go out for a while." He showed a malicious look, "On the bookshelf outside, there are several versions of the Bible. When I come back, I'll bring one with me and a silver table knife."
"Okay." The beauty sat up and sighed, "Succubus."
"Oh ~" Feng Bujue said, "You should have said so earlier." He said after the fact, "I guessed it was this."
"Then why did you spit at me?"
"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue said righteously, "If I took off my underwear, lay on your bed, and flirted with you, would you spit at me?"
As a monster, the other party really didn't know how to answer his question.
The succubus reverted to her original form. Her skin had turned light purple, and curled goat horns had sprouted from her forehead. A pair of small bat wings had sprouted from her back, and a thin, pointed tail had sprouted from her buttocks. Even the clothes she was wearing had changed into a tight, low-cut leather jacket.
"If you let me go, I promise not to hurt you." Since her identity had been exposed, the succubus said directly.
"Do you think … after you failed to kill me and your identity was exposed by me, you can still believe what you said?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Then what do you want?" The succubus asked.
"Do you have anything to tell me?" Feng Bujue said, "Or do you have anything to give me?"
"What do you want?" The succubus showed an evil smile again.
"I don't want your body." Feng Bujue replied very seriously.
"Hmph … How boring." The succubus reached her hand to the front of the leather jacket and took out a key from between her breasts as if nothing had happened. She raised it and said, "You want this, right?"
"Throw it over," Feng Bujue said directly.
"Come and get it," the succubus replied.
"Ha! You still have this idea? "Feng Bujue sneered," You want me to walk into the range of 'The Heptagram'? You're daydreaming. "
"I threw the key to you. If you leave, then won't I be trapped here forever?" The succubus asked.
"Nonsense." Feng Bujue replied firmly. "What if I walk over and you beep me? What if I get beeped by you? Then you can kill me and smear the array with my brain matter. Won't you still be able to escape? "
"To be honest, I'm not interested in a man like you who uses magic array sheets …" The succubus said as she lifted the quilt under her body.
It turned out that … Brother Bujue's bedsheet pattern was the magic array recorded in The Lesser Keyoof Solomon, a mystical book written in the Middle Ages that contained all the rituals and magic to summon and control demons and angels.
This thing, it had to be mentioned, was a dark history …
Young people in the middle of the twenty-first century were very happy to show their individuality. Mobile phone ringtones, Internet avatars, T-shirts, and so on, other people's designs could no longer satisfy them. Therefore, various DIY-related industries came into being.
Feng Bujue's bedsheet was such a product …
The process of its birth was as follows: That day, Feng Bujue ran to a DIY shop and bought a plain bedsheet. Then the boss asked him what kind of pattern he wanted to print on it.
Just as the shop's waiter opened the material file on the computer for customers to choose from, Brother Jue picked up a piece of white paper, waved a big pen, and drew The Heptagram (a combination of the Seven Stars of Solomon and the Five Stars of Ares. The main body was a heptagram with a ring on the outside. The inside was a hexagram replacing the scorpion symbol of the Seven Stars, and each side had a Latin spell).
The onlookers were shocked. The waiter thought he was a member of a cult, and the boss vaguely felt that Brother Jue was a member of the tattoo shop across the street who came to challenge him.
In short … Under the complicated gazes of the group of people, Brother Jue took the bedsheet home.
"Cut the crap, if you weren't going to attack me, why did you ask me to take it?" Feng Bujue said, "Hurry up and throw it over, or I'll go out and make a bathtub of holy water (holy water is very simple to make, it only needs ordinary water and it can be done by praying), put it in a water gun, and come over to torture you."
The succubus looked at Feng Bujue for a few seconds in surprise, and then threw the key to him. "Okay … I'm not interested in a man who has a water gun at home."
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