After changing his perspective, Feng Bujue quickly found where the first clue was hidden - the protective film on the LCD TV. [This article comes from]
He got closer to the TV screen and looked carefully, only to find that there were many strange marks on the film. He immediately tore off the film from the surface of the TV and held it up to the light to check, but he still couldn't understand what the information on it meant.
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"The film itself is transparent, and the bumps and dents on the traces are not obvious..." He thought with interest, and after a few seconds, he had an idea.
Feng Bujue quickly came to the kitchen and took out the vacuum cleaner from the cabinet. He opened the machine and checked that the dust bag inside was half full. He thought it was interesting at that time, so he immediately took the film over, spread it flat, and spread the dust evenly.
The ground was sprinkled on the film.
Sure enough, under the cover of dust, some letters appeared.
"Ha... I remember playing with sand paintings when I was a kid." Feng Bujue said, patted the dust on his hands, then looked at the letters and said: "m, v, e, m, j... u, n."
The tips on the sticker are these seven English letters. The letters are simply arranged horizontally. Except for a gap between j and u, the distances between other letters are equal.
"What do the seven letters mean?" Feng Bujue muttered: "The initials of Calabash Baby's English name?" He said half-jokingly, but this sentence brought him inspiration.
"Eh? Could it be..." Feng Bujue glanced at the letters again, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Ah... they are the eight planets."
In fact, Brother Jue's knowledge of astronomy is very average... but fortunately, he at least knows the order of the eight planets and the English spellings of six of them (he doesn't know the specific spellings of Uranus and Neptune, but he knows about it)
The first letters of the two words are still impressive).
After he thought of this hypothesis, he quickly went to the bookshelf in the living room and pulled out a book on astronomy.
Feng Bujue's bookshelf is as organized as his brain. Books are classified everywhere according to multiple priorities such as letters, categories, and years. Whatever information he wants to check, he can immediately find the relevant books.
Some people may ask, it’s the year 2055. Is there anything that can’t be checked directly online?
Of course, Feng Bujue usually searches a lot of things online, but he firmly believes that the Internet is not omnipotent. It is impossible for humans to input all the information in the world into computers, and it is impossible to guarantee that all the information entered can be found online.
What's more, the contents in many textbooks, reference books or manuals are far more detailed and accurate than the "encyclopedia" on public websites.
In addition, the most critical issue is... Feng Bujue has just confirmed that at this moment, the computers, game cabins, telephones, and faxes in this room are all out of order... The TV can be turned on, but no signal is received at all.
There isn't any video either.
"In order of distance from the sun, the order is... Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune." Feng Bujue flipped through the book and read: "On the film
The seven letters of " can correspond to the first five and the last two seven planets respectively, and the one that is open is undoubtedly Saturn." He put down the book, raised his head and said: "Is the empty letter s..."
He picked up the film and put it temporarily on the kitchen counter. He took a bowl from the cupboard and pressed it down, "Or is it reminding me... the word 'soil'? Or does it imply Saturday (saturn means saturday)
root of the word)?"
Although the answer to the mystery has been solved, it is difficult to say what this hint refers to...
"Then...it's obvious that there's more than just one clue." Feng Bujue held his chin with one hand and said, "This answer is just one piece of the puzzle."
The search started again, and another ten minutes passed.
This time, he discovered something unusual on the back of the clock on the wall.
It was a small blue wall clock, perfectly round and flat, with white hands and numbers inside, made of plastic. At first glance, it looked like a bargain that could be bought for less than twenty yuan.
The back of the wall clock is black and the design is very simple. On the back of the "twelve o'clock", there is a convex gap for hanging. Further down, in the middle part, is a battery slot, even the cover.
The one that doesn't have one, it has a built-in AA battery. Just next to the battery slot, there is a round plastic gear, or dial. This is used to adjust the time and is directly connected to the minute hand.
At this moment, what Feng Bujue discovered was that... when he turned the dial behind the wall clock, what moved was not the minute hand, but the hour hand.
To be honest, people who can discover such clues must be so miserable... Guys who play Zelda without reading the walkthrough are nothing more than that.
"Is the prompt the 'hour hand'?" Feng Bujue read: "Hour hand...hour hand...Li Shizhen? Compendium of Materia Medica? Jay Chou? Hot girl hot?" His thoughts had already reached the sky in a few seconds.
"Hmm... does the hour hand represent time? Time?" His thoughts turned back from Malatang, "No, if you want to refer to time, the minute hand or the second hand can also be used. There is a way to make me aware of the abnormality.
There are many, such as turning the dial in reverse direction." He looked at the clock again: "You mean 'hour'? hour?"
Feng Bujue put the wall clock on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "Suppose this clue refers to the hour or hour? Then the clue on the sticker is Saturday?" He muttered: "Hey... interesting."
After the second clue appeared, the situation remained unclear and became increasingly complex.
Feng Bujue continued to search in the living room. This time he turned over the sofa, moved a lot of furniture, opened cabinets, pulled out drawers, emptied the refrigerator, and even disassembled many daily necessities, but still found nothing.
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"Eh?" When Feng Bujue came to the cat litter, he suddenly said: "Why did I use dust just now instead of cat litter..."
It turned out that he didn't have an idea, he just thought that he could also use cat litter to solve the film puzzle.
"Let's search for this too." He lifted the plate of cat litter and poured the contents onto the floor, but there was only a thin layer of cat litter inside.
"Aha!" Feng Bujue was about to put down the plate and leave, but saw a prompt at the bottom of the plate.
There are two sets of numbers engraved there:
"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 thoughts were spinning rapidly, trying to find out what this refers to.
"Wait a minute..." Something suddenly flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes. He almost jumped up and murmured hurriedly: "This is the page number... pages 599 to 602."
He trotted to the bookshelf, and his eyes quickly wandered on the bookshelf. Within two minutes, he had filtered out books with less than 500 pages based on just observing the thickness.
"Ha... I'm so stupid." Feng Bujue raised his right hand and tapped his head lightly: "The answer to the sticker is 's', and the clock prompts the same, the answer is just one letter..." He
He quickly cast his gaze to one side of the bookshelf. There were books starting with s or h.
"90% of the books on the bookshelf are Chinese books, leaving aside those with insufficient pages. You can search according to the first pinyin letter of the first word of the title, but it does not rule out that the prompt refers to the first letter of the English translation of the title
..." Just when he thought of this, the name of a book popped into Feng Bujue's mind.
"Hmph...hehe...hahaha..." He giggled and stopped moving his eyes.
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 sticker, picked it up and threw it into the trash can. Then, he actually took out an aluminum alloy kettle from the cupboard, filled it with some tap water and put it on the table.
Go to the gas stove and start boiling water...
"Well...it will take about five to ten minutes to open." Feng Bujue scanned the messy living room again: "I have found the answer pointed to by these three clues, so the mystery in the living room should be solved."
He turned 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 first went to get the mop at home, then walked to the bedroom door and tried to turn the door handle. No problem, it can be opened.
He very carefully pushed the door open a crack. The light in the bedroom was also on. He put the mop in and checked up and down, left and right, like a mine sweep, to make sure it was okay... and then he pushed the door open.
But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the bedroom, he immediately thought, "I must have opened it the wrong way."
"Hi~" The beauty on the bed greeted Brother Jue coquettishly with a sweet voice.
This woman was lying sideways on Feng Bujue's bed, wearing only "very simple" clothes. Under a transparent tulle pajamas, her purple underwear was fully exposed; her round and towering breasts were also looming; those fragrant shoulders,
Her slender waist and two slender white thighs outline a beautiful arc.
Her long hair was slightly curled like waves, hanging down on the back of her head, all the way down to Feng Bujue's pillow. Not to mention her beauty, the most terrible thing was her pair of charming eyes, which conveyed endless charms in her eyes.
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"This game is getting more and more awesome." Feng Bujue complained with a solemn expression.
"Handsome, are you okay?" the beauty asked.
"Yes...it depends on what you need." Feng Bujue replied without any restraint.
"If you have anything to do, come and tell me." The beauty patted the edge of the bed: "Come, sit here."
"That..." Feng Bujue took a quarter of a second to come up with an excuse: "I'm boiling water..."
"Hey~ I'm quite shy." The beauty said.
"No, no, no... I am a very casual person." Feng Bujue said, "I don't get close to you just out of consideration for my own safety."
"What? Are you afraid that I will eat you?" As the beauty spoke, she slightly raised her lips, frowned her erect nose, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips. It was a very provocative thing.
"That's right." Feng Bujue nodded and said, "If I hadn't been worried about this, I would have abandoned my reason, reserve and self-esteem and closed the door conveniently."
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" the beauty asked again, twisting her delicate body and sparing no effort to seduce her target.
"I was talking nonsense to you and wondering why you didn't attack me directly." Feng Bujue replied. When he finished saying this, he suddenly thought of something. "Oh~ That's it."
I don't know what he understood. As he spoke, he stepped into the bedroom. However, he still did not approach the bed, but stood at a certain distance from the beautiful woman.
"Who on earth are you..." Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person with eager eyes: "Anyway, I will guess it sooner or later, or... try it out, so why don't you just explain it yourself."
In a very short moment, the beauty's expression changed slightly, but she soon put on a smile again: "What are you talking about...Why can't I listen..."
"Ho... Bah!" Feng Bujue brewed a mouthful of spittle and spit it towards the opponent from a distance.
A second later, the saliva fell on the beautiful woman's thigh...
The room fell into silence...
"Hmm...it doesn't look like a ghost." Feng Bujue said seriously.
"What are you doing..." The beauty's face already had an expression of wanting to kill someone.
"Experiment." Feng Bujue picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and the TV, crossed the two objects in a cross shape, and showed them towards each other.
Another awkward silence...
"It's not a vampire either..." After more than ten seconds, Feng Bujue put down the "cross" and said thoughtfully.
"If you're fine, come out..." The beauty seemed to want to drive him away.
"What's going on?" Feng Bujue interrupted: "This is my room." He paused: "But I'm really planning to go out for a while." He showed a malicious look: "On the bookshelf outside.
, there are several versions of the Bible, and when I come back, I will bring one with me. By the way, I will bring a silver table knife with me."
"Okay." The beauty sat up and sighed: "Succubus."
"Oh~" Feng Bujue said: "You told me earlier." He said as an afterthought: "I guessed it was this."
"Then you still spit on me?"
"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue said confidently: "If I took off my clothes, put on some underwear, lay down on your bed, and started posing, would you spit on me?"
As a monster, the other party really didn't know how to answer his question.
At this time, the succubus showed its prototype. The skin all over her body turned lavender, and curled horns sprouted from both sides of her forehead. A bunch of bat wings sprouted from her back, and a small pointed tail grew from her hip.
Even her clothes changed accordingly, becoming a tight-fitting low-cut leather jacket.
"You let me go, and I promise not to hurt you." Since her identity had been exposed, the succubus said straight to the point.
"After the trap failed and my identity was exposed, can your words be trusted?" Feng Bujue asked.
"What do you want?" the succubus asked.
"Is there anything you can tell me?" Feng Bujue said, "Or is there anything you can give me?"
"What do you want?" The succubus showed an evil smile again.
"I don't want your body anyway." Feng Bujue replied seriously.
"Hmph... That's boring." The succubus reached out to the chest of the leather jacket, took out a key from between her breasts as if nothing had happened, held it up and said, "You want this, right?"
"Throw it over." Feng Bujue said directly.
"Come and get it," the succubus replied.
"Ha! Are you still thinking about this?" Feng Bujue sneered: "You want me to enter the scope of 'the heptagram'? It's a daydream."
"I threw the key to you. If you walked away, wouldn't I be trapped here forever?" the succubus asked.
"Nonsense." Feng Bujue responded with a strong tone: "What if I come over and you give me away? Then you kill me and use my brain to smear the formation, instead of just running away."
"To be honest, I have no interest in a man like you who uses magic sheets..." the succubus said as she lifted up the quilt underneath her.
It turns out... the pattern on Brother Jue's sheets is actually the magic circle recorded in "Tn" (Solomon's Book, a occult book written in the Middle Ages, which contains all the rituals and magic for summoning and controlling demons and angels).
This thing, I have to mention, is a dark history...
Young people in the mid-21st century are very willing to express their individuality. Other people's designs can no longer satisfy them, such as mobile phone ringtones, Internet avatars, T-shirt patterns, etc. Therefore, various DIY-related industries have
It came into being.
Feng Bujue's bed sheet is just such a product...
The birth process was quite simple. Feng Bujue went to a DIY store that day and bought a plain bed sheet. Then the boss asked him what kind of pattern he wanted to print on it.
Just as the waiter in the store opened the material file in the computer and prepared it for customers to choose, Brother Jue picked up a piece of white paper and drew a heptagram (a combination of the seven stars of Solomon and the five stars of the God of War, with the main body being a
Heptagonal shape, with a ring on the outside, a six-pointed star inside instead of a shoe, and Latin incantations on each side).
The onlookers were shocked at the time. The waiter thought he was a cultist, and the boss had a vague feeling that Brother Jue was hired by the tattoo shop across the street to kick him out.
In short... Under the complicated eyes of a group of people, Brother Jue took this bed sheet home.
"Don't be wordy, if you don't plan to attack me, why do you want me to go and get it?" Feng Bujue said: "Hurry up and throw it over, or I will go out and make a bathtub of holy water (making holy water is very simple, just ordinary water is needed)
, which can be done by praying), put it in the water gun, and come over to torture you."
The succubus looked at Feng Bujue in surprise for a few seconds, and then threw the key to him, "Okay... I'm really not interested in a man with a water gun at home."
