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"Magnet..." Feng Bujue read out the six letters engraved on the back of the dentures, "Hmm... are these dentures used by Magneto?" He half-jokingly said.
He put the dentures in his pocket, took out the soap and small wooden comb from before, and checked the item description again.
[Name: Dirty Soap]
[Type: Drama Related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Unknown]
[Whether the script can be brought out: Yes]
[Remarks: It is shoddy, and the workmanship is very simple.]
"Soap, like this pair of dentures, can bring out the script..." Feng Bujue thought.
[Name: Wooden Comb]
[Type: Drama Related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Unknown]
[Whether the script can be brought out: No]
[Remarks: The ordinary small wooden comb 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, can't bring out the script." Feng Bujue mused.
From the current point of view, he doesn't know whether this can bring out the significance of the difference in the attributes of the script. Maybe it's just an insignificant matter, but he still silently wrote it down.
As mentioned earlier, Feng Bujue's brain is like an attic that is organized and organized. He knows where to find what he needs, different information has different priorities, and useless garbage is swept out.
And when playing this kind of high-intensity decryption script, he will put everything he sees in the middle of the attic to keep it visible at any time. Like a web of clues intertwined with information, reasoning continues on this web. As more information is obtained, countless hypotheses are stretched, making the web wider and wider. Until he solves those problems one by one, this net will shrink again, and finally return to one point.
At this moment, the clue network in Feng Bujue's mind has been opened. Like many of the best detectives in the world, he has a magical intuition... He can faintly feel that these few items that can bring out the script may be The few wires connected to the core of the clue network.
"Magnet... Magnet..." Feng Bujue put all the trivial plot items in his pockets while thinking about it.
Then he pulled out the wrench again and started testing.
It was a simple test, and he was just looking for magnetic objects with a pipe wrench.
Feng Bujue first held the pipe wrench in his hand, lifted it to a height of an inch above the rubbish on the ground, and slowly swam around. If there's a magnet or something in it, it should be sucked up, or the pipe wrench sucked down, but it doesn't.
"Well, it's not surprising that the answer and the prompt are not in the same place." He showed a noncommittal expression, stood up, and walked towards the No. 1 cell.
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 it, 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 it still doesn't work, then he can only conduct a carpet search again, using the pipe wrench like a magnetic radar, sticking to every inch of the wall and floor to find where the magnetic source is.
After completing all the above steps, if you still haven't found anything similar to a magnet, there is only one way left, which is to reconsider the meaning of the prompt magnet.
Five minutes passed, and the iron doors of the first three cells had no magnetism. Feng Bujue even put his hand into the food delivery port, and probed the small piece of ground inside the door with a pipe wrench, but it was still fruitless.
When he arrived at the door of Cell No. 4, Feng Bujue still followed the routine from top to bottom, and began to search slowly. This time, when the pipe wrench moved near the small iron window above the iron door, there was a sudden reaction.
Feng Bujue followed his senses and quickly found the source of this magnetic force, "Is it this one..."
Cell No. 4 is the same as the other cells. There are five iron bars on the small windows on the door. But the difference is that the iron grid in the middle of the window of the fourth cell is magnetic.
Its magnetic force is not very strong, not enough to attract the pipe wrench in Feng Bujue's hand to it without falling down, but it is enough to make the nearby metal objects react.
The iron grid is about twenty centimeters long, about as thick as two fingers put together. If you look closely, you can notice that the upper and lower sections of the iron grid are very rusted.
Feng Bujue tried to use a pipe wrench to clamp the rusty mark on the top, and gripped it hard. After a few seconds, with a bang, the top part of the iron grid was pinched off. He did the same, breaking off the lower section, and took off the middle section of the iron grid, holding it in his hand.
"So... now I have a cylindrical magnet that is more than ten centimeters long." Feng Bujue said, "sohat?"
In fact, what to do next is right in front of you... Use a magnet to find the key.
Feng Bujue took the magnet again and sucked it over the garbage pile, thinking that he might find pins, wires and the like (although he couldn't pry open the door at all).
After failing, he returned to cell zero. The door of this cell can no longer be locked, and it can be opened and closed freely no matter whether you are inside or outside.
Feng Bujue picked up the rags on the ground and started weaving rope. If Xiaotan was allowed to do this job, he would definitely be able to do it properly. He uses a scalpel for a living, and weaving rope is obviously a small case.
But Feng Bujue... he knows everything, but he's not good at it.
Strange to say, he has a sharp mind, good patience, steady hands, and can complete very delicate work. But I was very powerless about knitting and knotting. When I was a child, I learned how to tie shoelaces for two months. After I learned it, I wore running shoes for a year.
Closer to home, it took Feng Bujue more than ten minutes to weave a fairly strong rope of about two meters. 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 the rope for a while in the corridor... before he safely tied the magnet to one end of the cloth rope.
Then, as if fishing, Feng Bujue threw the cloth rope and magnet together through the food delivery port, and then pulled it back. After another twenty minutes, he confirmed that there were no keys under the beds or 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 that is not used in cell zero..." Feng Bujue walked all the way back: "And after that door is opened, you can return freely. These probably all imply..." RS
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