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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.
He leaned closer to the TV screen and observed carefully, only to find that there were many strange traces on the film. He immediately tore off the film from the surface of the TV and held it up to check it under the light, but he still couldn't understand what the information on it meant.
"The film itself is transparent, and the bumps on the marks are not obvious..." He thought with great 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 to check, the dust bag inside is half full. He thought there was something going on at the time, and immediately took the film, spread it out, and evenly sprinkled the dust on the film.
Sure enough, under the cover of dust, some letters appeared.
"Ha... I remember playing sand painting when I was a child." Feng Bujue said, patted the dust on his hands, then looked at the letters and said: "M, V, E, M, J... U, N."
The reminder on the film is these seven English letters. The letters are simply arranged horizontally, except that there is a gap between J and U, and the distances between other letters are equal.
"Seven letters, what do you mean?" Feng Bujue muttered, "The first letter of the calabash baby's English name?" He half-jokingly said, but this sentence gave him inspiration.
"Eh? Could it be..." Feng Bujue glanced at the letters again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Heh... it's the eight planets."
In fact, Brother Jue's astronomy knowledge is very average... But fortunately, he knows at least the order of the eight planets and the English spelling of six of them (he doesn't know the specific spelling of Uranus and Neptune, but he knows the order of these two planets.) The first letter of a word is still impressive).
After thinking about this hypothesis, he quickly walked to the bookshelf in the living room, and took out a book about common sense of astronomy from it.
Feng Bujue's bookshelf is as regular as his brain. Books are classified in various places according to multiple priorities such as letters, categories, years, etc. He can immediately find the relevant books for whatever information he wants to check.
Some people may ask, this is 2055, is there anything that can't be checked directly online
Of course, Feng Bujue usually looks up a lot of things on the Internet, but he firmly believes that the Internet is not omnipotent. It is impossible for human beings to input all the information in this world into the computer, let alone guarantee that all the information entered can be found on the Internet. What's more, the content in many textbooks, reference books or manuals is far more detailed and accurate than "encyclopedias" on public websites.
In addition, the most critical issue is... Feng Bujue just confirmed that at this moment, the computer, game cabin, telephone, and fax in this room are all out of order... The TV can be turned on, but there is no signal at all, and there is no signal in the hard drive. any footage.
"According to the distance from the sun, the order is... Mercury Mercury, Venus Venus, Earth Earth, Mars Mars, Jupiter Jupiter, Saturn Saturn, Uranus Uranus and Neptune Neptune." Feng Bujue flipped the book and read: "On the film The seven letters of the letter can correspond to the first five and last two planets respectively, and the empty one is undoubtedly Saturn." He put down the book, looked up and said, "Is the empty letter S..."
He picked up the film, temporarily put it on the kitchen countertop, took a bowl from the cupboard and pressed it down, "Or is it reminding me... the word 'earth'? Or is it implying Saturday (Saturn is Saturday's root)?"
Although the answer to the mystery has been solved, it is hard to say what this prompt refers to...
"Then... Obviously, there is more than one clue." Feng Bujue rested his chin on one hand and said, "This answer is just one piece of the whole puzzle."
The search started again, and another ten minutes passed.
This time, he found something unusual on the back of the wall clock.
It was a small blue wall clock, round and flat, with white pointers 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 has a simple design. On the back of the "twelve o'clock", there is a raised space for hanging. Further down, in the middle part, is a battery slot, the kind that doesn't even have a cover, with a built-in AA battery. Just next to the battery well, there's 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 that Feng Bujue found was... When the dial behind the wall clock was turned, what moved was not the minute hand, but the hour hand.
To be honest, it would be a pain in the ass to find such a clue... The guys who play Zelda without looking at the strategy to pass the level are nothing more than that.
"Is the reminder the 'hour hand'?" Feng Bujue read: "The hour hand...the hour hand...Li Shizhen? Compendium of Materia Medica? Jay Chou? Hot girl hot?" His thoughts broke through the sky in a few seconds.
"Hmm... the hour hand, does it represent the time? Time?" His thoughts turned back from Malatang, "No, if you want to refer to the time, the minute hand and the second hand are also fine. There are many ways to make me aware of abnormalities. , such as turning the dial into reverse." He looked at the clock again: "Does it 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 the hour? Then the clue on the film is Saturday?" He mused, "Hmm... Interesting."
After the appearance of the second clue, the situation is still unclear, and it tends to become more and more complicated.
Feng Bujue continued to search in the living room. This time he turned over the sofa, moved a lot of furniture, opened the cabinet, pulled out the drawers, emptied the refrigerator, and even disassembled many daily necessities, but still found nothing. .
"Eh?" When Feng Bujue came to the side of the cat litter, he suddenly said, "Why did I use dust instead of cat litter..."
It turned out that he didn't have an idea, but just thought that cat litter can also be used to solve the puzzle of the film.
"Just search for this too." He lifted the tray containing the cat litter and dumped the contents on 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 reminder at the bottom of the plate.
There are two sets of numbers engraved there:[599][602]
"OK, what does this mean..." Feng Bujue squatted there and said, "602 seems to be related to time, but 599 is far-fetched. Zip code? Phone number? Citizen ID? SC code?" His thoughts turned rapidly, trying to find out what this referred to.
"Wait..." Something flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes, he almost jumped up, and he muttered hurriedly: "This is the page number... 599 to 602 pages."
He trotted to the bookshelf, and his eyes moved quickly 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 too." Feng Bujue raised his right hand and tapped his head lightly: "The answer to the film's riddle is 'S', and the clock's reminder is the same, the answer is just a letter..." He quickly looked away Throwing to one side of the bookshelf, there are all books starting with S or H.
"90% of the books on the shelf are Chinese books, excluding 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 thinking of this, the name of a book buzzed in Feng Bujue's mind.
"Huh... haha... hahaha..." He smirked, and his constantly moving eyes stopped.
Ten seconds later, he reached out and pulled out a thick book from somewhere on the bookshelf. And took the book to the living room and put it on the coffee table.
Then, Feng Bujue went back 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 tap water, put it on the gas stove, and started to boil the water...
"Hmm... It will take about five to ten minutes to open it." 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 Turning his head to look at the door of the bedroom, he said, "Let's take a few minutes to go in and have a look."
After making up his mind, Feng Bujue went to get the mop at home first, then walked to the door of the bedroom, and tried to turn the doorknob first, it was okay, it could be opened.
He pushed the door open very carefully, and the light in the bedroom was also on. He stretched the mop in, poked up, down, left, and right like a minesweeper, and made sure it was all right... Then he pushed the door open.
But after pushing the door open, he saw the scene in the bedroom. The sentence "It must be the wrong way for me to open it" popped out of his mind.
"Hi~" The beauty on the bed greeted Brother Jue coquettishly in a delicate voice.
This woman lay sideways on Feng Bujue's bed, wearing only "very simple" clothes. Under a transparent tulle pajamas, the purple underwear is completely exposed; the round and tall breasts are also looming; the fragrant shoulders, slender waist, and two white and slender thighs outline a beautiful arc.
Her long hair was slightly curled like waves, scattered behind her head, and hung down to Feng Bujue's pillow. Needless to say about her beauty, the most terrible pair of winking eyes, the endless glances, endless amorous feelings.
"This game is really getting better and better." Feng Bujue complained solemnly.
"Handsome, are you okay?" the beauty asked.
"It can be... it depends on your needs." Feng Bujue replied without integrity.
"What's the matter, come and tell me." The beauty patted the edge of the bed: "Come, sit here."
"That..." Feng Bujue came up with an excuse in a quarter of a second: "I'm boiling water..."
"Hey~ I'm quite shy," said the beauty.
"No, no, no... I'm a very casual person." Feng Bujue said: "I don't approach you just out of consideration for my own safety."
"What? Are you afraid that I'll eat you?" When the beauty spoke, she raised her lips slightly, frowned at her erect nose, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips. It can be described as doing the best possible thing.
"That's right." Feng Bujue nodded and said, "If I hadn't been concerned about this, I would have already abandoned reason, restraint and self-esteem at this moment, and closed the door behind me."
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" the beauty said again, twisting her delicate body, trying her best to seduce the target.
"I'm talking nonsense with you, and wondering why you didn't attack me directly." Feng Bujue replied, and when he finished saying this, he suddenly thought of something, "Oh~ that's right."
Not knowing what he understood, he walked into the bedroom while speaking. However, he still didn't get close to the bed, but kept a certain distance from the beauty.
"What on earth are you..." Feng Bujue squinted his eyes, staring at the other party: "Anyway, I will guess it sooner or later, or... try it out, why don't you explain it yourself."
In a very short moment, the beauty's expression changed slightly, but she quickly put on a smiling face again: "What are you talking about...why can't I hear..."
"Hey... Bah!" Feng Bujue brewed a mouthful of saliva in his mouth, and spat it on the opponent from a distance.
A second later, the lump of saliva landed on the beauty's thigh...
In the room, fell into silence...
"Hmm... It doesn't look like a ghost." Feng Bujue said seriously.
"What are you doing..." There was already a murderous expression on the beauty's face.
"Experiment." Feng Bujue picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and the remote control of the TV, crossed the two objects in the shape of a cross, and showed them to each other.
Another awkward silence...
"Aren't you a vampire..." After ten seconds, Feng Bujue put down the "cross" and said thoughtfully.
"If you're okay, 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 and a silver table knife with me."
"Okay." The beauty sat up and sighed, "Succubus."
"Oh~" Feng Bujue said: "You should have said it earlier." He said in hindsight: "I guessed it was this."
"Then you still spit on me?"
"What's the matter?" Feng Bujue said confidently: "If I took off my clothes and put on a pair of underwear, lay on your bed, and swayed my head, would you spit on me?"
As a monster, the other party really didn't know how to answer his question.
The succubus showed its prototype at this time, her whole body skin turned lavender, curly horns emerged from her forehead on both sides, a bunch of bat wings grew from her back, and a small pointed tail grew from her buttocks. Even her clothes changed accordingly, becoming a corseted 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 booby trap failed and my identity was exposed, is your statement credible?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Then what do you think?" 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 smiled evilly again.
"I don't want your body anyway." Feng Bujue replied seriously.
"Hmph... so boring." Succubus stretched out his hand to the front chest of the leather jacket, took out a key from between his breasts as if nothing had happened, raised 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 it?" Feng Bujue sneered: "You want me to enter the scope of 'The Heptagram'? Daydreaming."
"I threw the key to you. If you left, wouldn't I be trapped here forever?" the succubus asked back.
"Nonsense." Feng Bujue responded forcefully: "What if you [beep—] after I walk over? Then you kill me and use my brains to paint the array, isn't it the same? Run away."
"To be honest, I'm not interested in a man like you who uses magic circle sheets..." the succubus lifted the quilt under her body as she spoke.
It turns out... the bed sheet pattern of Brother Jue is actually the magic circle recorded in "The Lesser Key of Solomon" (a occult book written in the Middle Ages, including all the rituals and magic to summon and control demons and angels).
This thing, I have to mention, is a dark history...
Young people in the middle of the 21st century are all very willing to show their individuality. What other people's designs can no longer satisfy them, such as cell phone ringtones, Internet profile pictures, patterns on T-shirts, etc. As a result, various DIY-related industries emerged as the times require.
Feng Bujue's bed sheet is such a product...
The process of its birth is also quite simple. One day, Feng Bujue went to a DIY store and bought a plain bed sheet. Then the boss asked him, what kind of pattern would he like to print on it
Just as the waiter in the store was opening the material files in the computer for customers to choose, Juege picked up a blank piece of paper, swiped a big pen, and drew a The Heptagram (a combination of Solomon’s seven stars and Ares five stars, the main body is a Heptagonal with a ring on the outside, a hexagram inside instead of a shoe, and Latin spells on each side).
The onlookers were shocked at the time. The waiter thought he was a member of a cult, and the boss vaguely thought that Jue Ge was hired by the tattoo shop across the street.
In short...under the complicated eyes of a group of people, Brother Jue took the bed sheet home.
"Don't be so wordy, if you don't plan to attack me, why do you want me to get it?" Feng Bujue said, "Hurry up and throw it here, or I will go out and make a bathtub of holy water (the making of holy water is very simple, only ordinary water is needed , can be done by praying), loaded into the water gun, and come to torture you."
The succubus looked at Feng Bujue in surprise for a few seconds, then threw the key to him, "Okay...I'm really not interested in a man with a water gun at home." RS
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