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    "Mag" Feng Bujue read out the six letters engraved on the back of the dentures. "Hmmare these the dentures used by Magneto?" he said half-jokingly.  <-¡·

    He put the dentures into his pocket, took out the soap and small wooden comb, and checked the description of the items again.

    ¡¾Name: Dirty Soap¡¿

    ¡¾Type: plot related¡¿

    ¡¾Quality: Ordinary¡¿

    ¡¾Function: Unknown¡¿

    ¡¾Can the script be brought out: Yes¡¿

    ¡¾Note: It is shoddy and the workmanship is very crude.  ¡¿

    "Soap, like this pair of dentures, can bring out the script" Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.

    ¡¾Name: Wooden Comb¡¿

    ¡¾Type: plot related¡¿

    ¡¾Quality: Ordinary¡¿

    ¡¾Function: Unknown¡¿

    ¡¾Can the script be brought out: No¡¿

    ¡¾Note: An ordinary small wooden comb, it looks like it has been used for some years¡¿

    "But this comb and the candle that has been stuck in the middle of the iron bar cannot bring out the script." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.

    At present, he doesn¡¯t know whether this brings out the difference in the attributes of the script. Maybe it is just an insignificant thing, but he still silently noted it down.

    As mentioned earlier, Feng Bujue¡¯s brain is like an organized attic. He knows where to find what he needs. Different information has different priorities, and useless garbage is swept out.

    ¡°When playing such a high-intensity decryption script, he would place everything he saw in front of him in the middle of the attic, keeping it visible at all times.  Like a web of clues intertwined with information, reasoning continues on this web.  As more information is obtained, countless hypotheses will be expanded, making the network larger and larger.  Until he solves those problems one by one, the network will shrink again and finally converge to one point.

    At this moment, the network of clues in Feng Bujue's mind has opened up. He is like the best detectives in many novels.  With a magical intuition he could vaguely feel that these items that could bring out the script might be the threads connecting to the core of the clue network.

    ¡°Magnet¡­ Magnet¡­¡± While Feng Bujue was thinking, he had put all the trivial plot items at hand into his pockets.

    Then he took out the pipe wrench again.  Testing started.

    This is a very simple test.  He was just looking for magnetic objects with a pipe wrench.

    Feng Bujue first held the pipe wrench in his hand, held it a few inches above the pool of garbage on the ground, and slowly moved it around.  If there is something like a magnet mixed in, it should be attracted.  Or suck the pipe wrench down, but no.

    "Well, it's not surprising that the answer and the hint are not in the same place." He showed a noncommittal expression and stood up.  Go to cell number one.

    Next, he was going to try the iron doors of those cells.  His speculation was that perhaps a certain door, or a certain part of the door, was magnetic.  If he couldn't find it after trying all six doors, he was going to go back to cell zero to try his luck.  If that still didn't work, then he would have to conduct a carpet search again, using the pipe wrench as a magnetic radar, pressing against every inch of the wall and floor to find where the magnetic source was.

    All the above steps have been completed.  If you still haven't found anything similar to a magnet, the only way left is to reconsider the meaning of the prompt "mag".

    Five minutes have passed. The iron doors of the first three cells have no magnets. Feng Bujue even reached into the food delivery port.  I also used a pipe wrench to explore the small patch of ground inside the door, but still to no avail.

    Arriving at the door of Cell No. 4, Feng Bujue followed the usual routine of searching from top to bottom and began to search slowly.  this time.  When the pipe wrench moved to the small iron window above the iron door, there was a sudden reaction.

    Feng Bujue followed the feeling.  He quickly found the source of this magnetism, "Is it this one"

    Cell No. 4 is the same as the other cells. The small window on the door has five iron bars.  But the difference is that the iron grille in the middle of the window of Cell No. 4 is magnetic.

    Its magnetic force is not very strong, and it is not enough to attract the pipe wrench in Feng Bujue's hand without falling, but it is enough to cause the nearby metal objects to react.

    This iron fence is about 20 centimeters long and about as thick as two fingers held together. If you look closer, you can notice that there are very serious rust stains on the upper and lower parts of the iron fence.

    Feng Bujue tried to use a pipe wrench to clamp the upper piece of rust.??, clamp it hard, and after a few seconds, with a bang, the top section of the iron fence was pinched off.  He followed the same example, broke off the lower section, took off the middle section of the iron fence, and held it in his hand.

    "SoI have now got a cylindrical magnet that is more than ten centimeters long." Feng Bujue said: "sowhat?"

    Actually, what to do next is right in front of youuse a magnet to find the key.

    Feng Bujue took the magnet again and sucked it over the garbage pile, thinking that he might be able to find pins, wires and the like (although he couldn't pry the door at all).

    After failing, he returned to cell zero.  The door of this cell can no longer be locked and can be opened and closed freely whether inside or outside.

    Feng Bujue picked up the rags on the ground and began to weave a rope.  If Xiao Tan were to do this job, he would definitely be able to do it properly. He uses a scalpel to make a living, and braiding rope is obviously a small case.

    But Feng Bujue He can do everything, but he is not good at this.

    Strange to say, he has a very smart mind, good patience, and stable hands, and can complete very precise work.  But I am very incompetent in things like knitting and knotting. When I was a child, I learned to tie my shoelaces for two months. After I learned it, I wore running shoes for a year, putting them in and out. After a year, I forgot how to tie them

    Getting back to the subject, it took Feng Bujue more than ten minutes to braid a piece of rope that was about two meters long and relatively strong.  Although he consciously used cloth strips of similar material and length, the rope was still thick and weird

    He repeatedly confirmed the reliability of the rope and even jumped on the rope for a while in the corridor before he safely tied the magnet to one end of the rope.

    Then, like fishing, Feng Bujue threw the cloth rope and magnet in through the food delivery port, and then pulled it back.  After about twenty minutes of this, he confirmed that there were no keys under the beds or in blind spots in the six cells.

    "Hmm Could it be" After countless failed attempts, his thoughts returned to a certain place.

    ¡°There is one thing in Cell Zero that is not used¡± Feng Bujue walked all the way back: ¡°And after the door is opened, you can return freely. This probably implies¡± (To be continued.
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