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- 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 observed it 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.
"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. Open the machine and check, the dust bag inside is half full. He thought it was interesting at that time, so he immediately took the film over, spread it out flatly, and then evenly sprinkled the dust on the film.
Sure enough, under the cover of dust, some letters appeared.
"HaI 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 film 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.
"Seven letters, what do they 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 the corner of his mouth: "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 about astronomy.
Feng Bujue¡¯s bookshelf is as orderly 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.
Someone may ask, it¡¯s the year 2055. Is there anything that can¡¯t be checked directly online?
Of course, Feng Bujue usually checks a lot of things online, but he firmly believes. The Internet is not everything. It is impossible for humans to input all the information in the world into a computer, let alone ensure 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 "encyclopedias" on public websites.
In addition, the most critical issue is Feng Bujue has just confirmed it. At this moment, the computers, game cabins, telephones, and faxes in this room were all out of order The TV could be turned on, but there was no signal at all, and there was no video recording on the hard drive.
"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 membrane The seven letters of ". It can match the first five and the last two seven planets respectively, and the one with the space open is undoubtedly Saturn." He put down the book, raised his head and said: "Is the vacant letter s"
He picked up the film and temporarily placed it on the kitchen counter. He took a bowl from the cupboard and pressed it down, "Or is it reminding me of the word 'soil'? Or is it suggesting Saturday (saturn is the root of saturday)?"
Although the answer to the mystery has been solved. But what exactly this hint refers to is hard to say
"Then obviously, there is more than just this 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 looks like a bargain that can be bought for less than twenty yuan.
The reverse side of the wall clock is black and the design is 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 without a cover, with 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, the abnormality Feng Bujue discovered was 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 find such clues must be so miserable Guys who can play Zelda without reading the guide are just"That¡¯s it.
"Is the prompt the 'hour hand'?" Feng Bujue thought: "Hour handhour handLi 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 and second hand can also be used. How 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 placed 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 mused: "Hiss 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. .
"Eh?" When Feng Bujue came to the cat litter, he suddenly said: "Why did I use dust just now instead of cat litter"
It turns out that he didn¡¯t have an idea, he just thought that he could also use cat litter to solve the puzzle of sticking the film.
"Let's search for this one 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 those books with less than 500 pages just by 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 the side of the bookshelf. There are 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 by 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.
"Hmphhehehahaha" He giggled and stopped moving his eyes.
Ten seconds later. He reached out from somewhere on the bookshelf and pulled out a thick book. 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, put it on the gas stove, and started to boil the water
"Wellit 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. 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 doorknob. No problem, you can open it.
He very carefully pushed the door open a crack. The lights in the bedroom are also on. He put the mop in and checked up and down, left and right, like a mine sweep, to make sure it was fine and then pushed the door open.
You can open the door and see the scene in the bedroom. "I must have opened it the wrong way" popped into his mind.
"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 gauze pajamas, the purple underwear has been exposed; the round and tall breasts are also faintly visible; the fragrant shoulders, slender waist and two snow-white slender thighs outline a beautiful arc.
Her long hair was slightly curled like waves, scattered behind her head, and fell to Feng Bujue's pillow. Not to mention her beauty, the most terrible thing is her charming eyes.As the autumn waves pass by, there are countless kinds of customs.
"This game is getting more and more awesome." Feng Bujue complained with a solemn expression.
"Handsome, are you okay?" the beauty asked.
"You can have itit depends on what you need." Feng Bujue replied without any sense of 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 raised her lips slightly, frowned her upright nose, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips. It can be said to be the most 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."
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" the beauty asked again. She twisted her delicate body and spared no effort to seduce the 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 right."
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 party 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 aboutWhy can't I listen"
"Ho Bah!" Feng Bujue brewed a mouthful of saliva. He vomited towards the other party from a distance.
A second later, the saliva fell on the beauty¡¯s thigh
The room fell into silence
"Wellit 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 and crossed the two objects in a cross shape. Show it to the other person.
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, just 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 should have told me earlier." He said in hindsight, "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 appeared on both sides of her forehead. A bunch of bat wings sprouted from its back, and a small pointed tail grew from its hip. Even her clothes. It also changed accordingly, becoming a tight-fitting, low-cut leather jacket.
"You let me go, and I promise not to hurt you." Since her identity has been exposed, the succubus said straight to the point.
"After the trap failed and my identity was revealed, can you trust your words?" 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 and took it out from between her breasts as if nothing had happened.He picked up a key, 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 get passed over to you after I come over? 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 circle sheets" the succubus said while lifting the quilt under her body.
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 show off their individuality. Other people's designs can no longer satisfy them, such as cell phone ringtones, Internet avatars, T-shirt patterns, etc. As a result, various DIY-related industries emerged at the historic moment.
Feng Bujue¡¯s bed sheet is just such a product
The process of its birth is quite simple. That day Feng Bujue went to a DIY store 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 theheptagram (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 hexagram instead of shoes inside, and Latin incantations on each side).
The onlookers were shocked at the time. The waiter thought he was a cult member, 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." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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