This shower curtain is hung on an oval steel frame above the bathtub. It has a light blue background and is dotted with some darker patterns. In fact, Feng Bujue doesn't use this thing very often, but he still relies on his excellent
With his memory and keen observation of the details of things, he discovered the anomaly of the shower curtain.
"The color and shape of the patterns are different from those at home..." Feng Bujue muttered, opening the shower curtain and examining it carefully.
But after looking at them for a long time, he still couldn't see what these patterns represented. Although he found that these textures were different from what he remembered, it was useless if he couldn't see the information hidden in them.
"Could it be that my angle of observation is wrong?" Feng Bujue thought about it, and kept moving his hands. He turned the shower curtain over and put it in various positions to check, but still to no avail.
"Wait... observe the angle!" Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, 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 lights were on. Generally speaking, no one would take the initiative to turn off the lighting equipment." Feng Bujue muttered while moving the flashlight light to the shower curtain.
"So...I didn't get to see this."
At this time, the darkest part of the pattern on the light blue shower curtain turned into a very conspicuous green, and some white textures also emerged.
It turned out that the clues had been right in front of him all along, but he just couldn't "see" them.
The information on the shower curtain can only be recognized under a specific color of light. When the white light in the bathroom is on, no clues can be displayed. At this moment, the yellow beam of the flashlight successfully illuminated some green backgrounds with white edges.
The letters appear.
"m...d...d...m...i...i...r..." Feng Bujue found many letters on the shower curtain. He thought they could form words or sentences, but he read
After a while, I 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: "Well... there are seven letters in total: a, d, i, k, m, o, r. They appear repeatedly with different frequencies and in no order.
Arrangement, what is this..." He took a few steps back and looked at the unfolded shower curtain from a distance, "Is it related to the coordinates of the xy axis? Or is this a three-dimensional figure? Or...oh!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the clue. He quickly took out his notebook and pen and wrote down the letters on the shower curtain in a neat format. After a few minutes, he solved the puzzle.
"It turns out that after they were arranged neatly, they were eliminated according to the rules of 'pair-pair collision'..." Feng Bujue seemed a little dismissive of this puzzle. However, this did not affect him from getting the correct answer.
Not long after, he had completed the elimination operation. All the "d, a, k" on the paper were erased, and the remaining letters...as long as they were arranged on the x-axis regardless of their vertical position, they would be exactly the same.
They are states separated by one space and can form a word mirror.
"You've been making trouble for a long time, so let me look in the mirror, right..." He came to the washbasin again, put the flashlight on the edge of the sink, and stared at the mirror.
But he stood like this for more than a minute without any abnormal reaction.
Feng Bujue thought to himself: "I've stared at the mirror before. I didn't see any prompts, and it didn't trigger any plot. But now that I've solved the puzzle and look at it, why am I still..."
"Eh? Could it be..." He seemed to have an idea again, and picked up the notebook again. He looked at the letters that he had erased, "The letters d, a, k that were eliminated...if
If you add the r that appears most frequently, wouldn't it be..."
Feng Bujue laughed, "Ha...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, he would definitely have to hesitate for a while before doing this. After all, he is alone in a small space. There is also "fierce resentment entrenched outside the door." Under such circumstances, it is undoubtedly necessary to let the darkness swallow you up.
A certain amount of courage.
But Feng Bujue didn't feel any pressure about it. He turned off the flashlight just as he said, neatly and neatly.
Isn't it just standing in a dark bathroom and staring at the mirror? What's more? At most, an extremely terrifying picture suddenly pops up, coupled with some kind of scalp-numbing shrill sound effects, so what? Think about it.
How is it so scary?
"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 in the direction of the mirror.
Five or six seconds later, something happened.
But then, a faint blue light lit up on the surface of the mirror, and a human face appeared in the mirror.
The appearance of this face is exactly the same as that of Feng Bujue, but it is obviously not a mirror image, because when Brother Jue saw this face, he turned his neck several times and made several obvious expressions, but the face in the mirror
Didn't move with him.
The face met Feng Bujue's eyes through the mirror, and showed an expression that was half-smiling. Most people would be horrified to see this scene in the dark. But Feng Bujue just watched silently, waiting.
The next change.
After a stalemate like this for about ten seconds, "Feng Bujue" in the mirror showed a smile and began to speak: "My name is Feng Bujue."
His voice is exactly the same as Brother Jue...
"I'm a novelist obsessed with weird, scary stories."
Every time he said a word, he would pause briefly.
"I live alone in a big house."
"Writing tall tales day after day."
"I looked at the sky under the setting sun, but it seemed like I was seeing a sea of blood in the depths of hell."
"I stood in front of the window and listened, and I could clearly hear the screams of the dying people."
"Have you ever seen a drainage ditch? The color in it changes every day. Sometimes it's as red as blood, sometimes it's as green as pus, sometimes it's as yellow as bile... It's actually the river of hell, glowing with terrible neon.
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"The noise of the factory mixed with the reverberation of the underground, floating over the city."
"The stench in the air smelled like a giant beast vomiting..."
"I realized that maybe I didn't live on earth, but in hell."
"am I crazy?"
After saying this one after another, the face returned to silence. He looked at Feng Bujue, as if waiting for an answer.
"Hehehe...hahahaha..." Feng Bujue actually smiled in front of the mirror, and then imitated the other person's tone and tone. He hummed along with a melody with no obvious ups and downs: "Scream, moan,
The endless darkness of hell~ Goblins, monsters and evil spirits, waiting for your visit with severed heads in their arms~ Go down, go down, humans, fall down quickly..."
After hearing this song, the face in the mirror showed a look of bewilderment.
"What? Do you still want to hear it?" Feng Bujue said again: "Go down, go down. The endless darkness of hell~ It's burning, it's flooded, you can't survive, you can't die~ Human beings~ Fall down quickly
Let's... drop to the bottom of hell, listen~ the dead begin 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 coldly, stopped, and said very calmly: "When I was nine years old, I watched "Lullaby from Hell". I was too young at that time, and I was really depressed for three days." He paused and said: "For
I have long forgotten that memory, but the impression of fear is still there. It is indeed a good strategy for you to induce fear in me in this way, but it is a pity..." He shook his head helplessly: "
Now, under your guidance, I can only clearly recall the scenes and lines in that comic, but I can't feel any fear at all."
After hearing this, the face in the mirror began to change. He became the image of a middle-aged European man, with a bald head, no beard, and quite long eyebrows. The weirdest thing about this face is that his skin is blue.
White, as if it had been soaked in formalin for a long time...
"Okay, you don't have to say anything anymore." The face's voice also changed: "You have passed the second test."
"The second one?" Feng Bujue asked, "Does the letter on the shower curtain count as the first one?"
"That's right." The other party replied, "In the triple test of 'wisdom', 'bravery' and 'benevolence', you have..."
"Wowow...wait wait..." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party: "I haven't finished asking yet, don't start setting up without authorization." He said in a strong tone: "You must at least answer my question first.
Can I turn on the light?"
The face in the mirror replied: "Yeah... okay."
Feng Bujue touched the door and turned on the light switch. Then he returned to the mirror and asked, "Okay, who are you? Sato?"
"Ah?" The face in the mirror was stunned by the question, "Who is Sato?"
"Alien Sato." Feng Bujue said in a matter-of-fact tone: "The commander of Power Rangers, the face in the glass column." He said three short sentences in a row, but the other party was still confused.
The face is incomprehensible.
"Uh...I don't know what you're talking about..." the face replied hesitantly.
"Forget it." Feng Bujue interrupted again rudely: "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it. That theme song is so brainwashing that it's hard to get it out of your mind after you've heard it."
"Um...I am the assistant of the 'boss', Magic Mirror." Magic Mirror somehow caught the words and could only try to bring the topic back on track.
"Oh, it turns out that your true body is the face in the mirror, not the mirror itself." Feng Bujue responded.
"You can also say that..."
"Tell me...what's your relationship with the Hidden Mirror Man (one of the three giants of Golden Light Puppet Show)?"
"Who is the person hiding the mirror..."
"You can read my memory, but you don't know about Power Rangers and the Mirror Hidden Man?" Feng Bujue suddenly asked.
It turns out that his seemingly irrelevant nonsense was all a temptation.
The magic mirror replied: "I saw only extremely limited fragments, and I cannot get a glimpse of all your memories."
"Hmm...Okay." Feng Bu felt that he got the answer he wanted, and felt a lot more confident. He said with a smile: "Now, you can talk about the third test." (To be continued...)
