After gaining mobility, the first thing that Brother Jue did … was naturally to observe the environment around him.
At that moment, he was in a hexagonal space. The floor under his feet was smooth and solid, and the six sides around him were bookshelves … To be more precise, there were six bookshelves that were about 2.5 meters wide and 7.5 meters tall. The edges of the bookshelves fit together closely, and there was almost no gap between them.
The bookshelves had books on both sides, and there was a partition in the middle. Even if one pulled the books out, one would not be able to see into the space next to them, only the partition.
There was a certain distance between the top of the bookshelves and the ceiling. If Feng Bujue climbed to the top of the bookshelves, he would see … that around this hexagonal space, there were six similar hexagonal spaces, and outside these six hexagons, there was another circle, for a total of twelve hexagons …
And so on and so forth, these hexagons continued to expand … forming an endless space that looked like a beehive.
"Hmm … No way …" Feng Bujue mumbled, "The Detective Club?"
"Yes, this is the Detective Club." Not far away, a voice suddenly answered Brother Jue.
"Who is it?" Feng Bujue was startled and turned around.
He saw … a giant armored mannequin that was 2.5 meters tall and one ton in weight was standing at the spot where there was no one earlier.
The mannequin's body was made from an unknown dark blue metal. Its body was V-shaped, and its arms and legs were as thick as thighs … There was a square head that looked like a mahjong tile on his neck, and his whole face was a monitor, showing emoticons.
Now that I mention it, you must have remembered that this was Billy the puppet's younger brother, Bill.
"Who is it?" Bill had an expression on his face. "You've barged into someone else's place, and you're asking who they are?"
"Oh, I know." Feng Bujue's expression relaxed. "The Count of Script, is it? Haha … "As he laughed, he took two steps forward and patted the man's arm." You sure know how to play … Last time, you turned into a ball, a bird, and an old man, but this time, you've turned into a robot monster. "
"Mr. Feng …" Suddenly, another voice sounded. "Let's not talk about the fact that you've got the wrong person …"
Feng Bujue turned his head abruptly and saw a mouth (a human's mouth) hanging in the air.
"Even if you're not mistaken," the mouth said, "this is only the second time we've met. Where does your natural and familiar attitude come from?"
"Er …" Feng Bujue froze and looked at the mouth. "The Count of Script?"
Whoosh —
A strange noise was heard, and the big mouth in the air twisted and transformed into a leprechaun (also known as the Irish Dwarf Demon, green clothes, green pants, green hat, and green boots, guarding the gold coin jar at the end of the rainbow). Then, it replied, "Yes, it's me."
In the next second, Feng Bujue awkwardly raised his head and laughed dryly at Bill who was making a face. He then moved his hand away.
The Count of Script then said, "You can already see the Sequence of Truth (data stream), but you still got the wrong person …"
"Of course … You didn't have that power the last time I saw you," Feng Bujue said. "How would I know what your data looks like?"
"Oh … right," the Count of Script said. "I almost forgot, when you creatures with lower intelligence build the 'identification' mechanism … you need at least two contacts."
"I say … who is he?" Bill interjected. "Do you want me to crush him and throw him out?"
"No!" The Count of Script suddenly exploded. "Don't just crush things and toss them away!"
"Okay … okay …" Bill said with a sad face. "Calm down, Brother Zun."
"Haha … Brother Zun … Is that the nickname you usually use for top intelligent creatures?" Feng Bujue said in a mocking tone. "Brother Zun, are you from Mong Kok or Causeway Bay?"
"Sigh …" The Count of Script sighed helplessly. "Let me make the introductions …" He pointed at Bill. "Feng Bujue, this is Bill, the younger brother of Billy the Puppet. Currently, he is my security guard …" He rolled his eyes. "By the way … if pocket-size is a fashion, then Bill's brain is probably the most fashionable thing I have here."
"What do you mean?" Bill asked with a face full of questions.
"I get it now …" Brother Jue looked at the Count of Script with pity. "Of the three words in your name, he doesn't know how to pronounce two of them, right?"
"Sigh …" The Count of Script answered the question with another sigh. Then he pointed at Brother Jue and turned to Bill. "Bill, this is the famous Feng Bujue."
"Oh, so, it's you." Bill took half a step back and lowered his head to study Brother Jue from head to toe. "You are indeed strange … different from the others."
"The others?" Feng Bujue caught on to something. He immediately turned to Bill and asked, "Do you know where the five people who came with me are?"
"They are …" Bill was about to answer when the Count of Script interrupted him. "They are … where they should be."
He successfully used a useless sentence to stop Feng Bujue from getting the information.
"Alright, Bill, there's nothing for you to do here. Go to the Military and Education Section and pick a few books that you can understand …" The Count of Script waved his hand to signal for Bill to leave.
After saying that, Bill made a (̄. ̄) expression and turned to leave without a word. The moment he took a step forward, his entire body became transparent and illusory. It was as if he did not exist in this space in the first place.
"Let me guess …" After Bill disappeared, Feng Bujue turned back to glare at the Count of Script with annoyance. "Their bodies are still somewhere in this Detective Club, but their consciousness … is already inside your 'brain'."
"Humph …" The Count of Script scoffed. "Originally … you were already inside my 'brain', but I did something to make you stay here."
"Tell me … what do you want from me?" Feng Bujue asked directly. "Or rather … what is the content of the trade?"
Both of them were smart and understanding people …
Seeing how straightforward the man was, the Count of Script did not shy away from the question. "You should have noticed … my body has shrunk compared to the last time you saw me."
"Can't you adjust your body size freely?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Originally, I could, but now … I can only adjust it to a size smaller than one cubic meter," the Count of Script replied. "Because …" He used his finger to tap on his temple. "Something strange has sneaked in …" His expression was serious. "I don't know what 'it' really is … I only know … if we don't deal with it soon, there will be serious consequences."
"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed drily. "You want me to take 'it' out?"
"Yes," the Count of Script replied.
"Why don't you have your 'security' do it?" Feng Bujue asked with a smile.
"Letting Bill into my mind and giving him permission to move around … Ha … Then I might as well do a lobotomy on my forehead." The Count of Script smiled bitterly.
"Is that so …" Brother Jue's expression soon changed. "It's not that I can't do it, but …" He glanced at the Count of Script from the corner of his eyes. He rubbed the three fingers on his right hand together. "… Is there no condition?"
"Don't worry, riches and glory," the Count of Script said expressionlessly.
"Haha … Let's be more specific …" Feng Bujue straightened his expression. "… Are you going to give me the Gold Coin at the end of the rainbow?" Even though his expression had returned to normal, he was still mocking.
"I will try my best … to help you clear the scenario," the Count of Script said.
"That is not a benefit at all," Feng Bujue replied.
"I will guide you … to obtain many valuable items and skills," the Count of Script said.
"Hmm … Not bad." Feng Bujue said. "But … it seems like … this … that …" He was still testing the Count of Script's bottom line.
"Sigh …" The Count of Script sighed again. "How about this … you take 'it' out, and I will tell you … the effect of Unpredictability."
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