Thriller Paradise Chapter 313: Invasion of brain cells (20)

After changing his perspective, Feng Bujue quickly found the first hidden clue—the protective film on the LCD TV.

He leaned close to the TV screen and observed it carefully, only to find many strange marks on the film. He immediately tore the film from the surface of the TV and held it under the light to view it, but he still couldn't understand the meaning of the information on it.

"The film itself is transparent, and the unevenness on the marks is not obvious..." He thought with interest, and after a few seconds, he had an idea.

Feng Bujue quickly came to the kitchen and took the vacuum cleaner from the cabinet. Open the machine and check that the dust bag inside is half full. He felt that there was a play at that time, and immediately took the film over, spread it out, and evenly sprinkled the dust on the film.

Sure enough, some letters appeared under the dust.

"Ha...I remembered playing with sand painting when I was young." Feng Bujue said, patted the dust on his hands, and then looked at the letters and said: "M, V, E, M, J... U, N."

The prompts on the sticker are these seven English letters. The letters are simply arranged horizontally. Except for a distance between J and U, the distances between the other letters are equal.

"Seven letters, what do you mean?" Feng Bujue muttered: "The initials of the Calabash Baby?" He said half-jokingly, but this sentence inspired him.

"Eh? Could it be..." Feng Bujue glanced at the letters again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Heh... the eight planets."

Actually, Brother Jue’s astronomy knowledge is very general...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 exact spelling of Uranus and Neptune. But he doesn’t know the exact spellings of Uranus and Neptune. He still has an impression of the first letters of these two words).

After thinking of this hypothesis, he walked quickly to the bookshelf in the living room and pulled out a book about astronomy from it.

Feng Bujue's bookshelf is as regular as his brain. Books are categorized in various places according to multiple priorities such as letter, category, and age. What kind of information he wants to check. You can find related books immediately.

Some people may ask, this is 2055, is there anything that can’t be checked directly online?

Of course, Feng Bujue usually inquires many things on the Internet, but he firmly believes that the Internet is not a panacea. It is impossible for humans to input all the information in this world into the computer. It is even more impossible to guarantee that the entered information can be found online. What's more, the contents of 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 that at this moment, all the computers, game consoles, telephones, and faxes in this room are all malfunctioning...The TV can be turned on. But no signal was received at all, and there was no video on the hard disk.

"According to the distance from the sun, the order is... Mercury ury, Venus Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter ter. Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune." Feng Bujue flipped through the book. : "The seven letters on the membrane can respectively align with the first five and the second seven planets, and the open one is undoubtedly Saturn." He put down the book and looked up: "Is the missing letter S... "

He picked up the film, temporarily placed 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 suggesting Saturday ( Saturn is the root of Saturday)?"

Although the mystery has been solved, it is difficult to say what this hint refers to...

"So...obviously. There is more than this clue." Feng Bujue held his chin with one hand and said: "The answer to this mystery is just one piece of the entire puzzle."

The search began again, and another ten minutes passed.

This time, he found an anomaly on the back of the clock on the wall.

That is a small blue wall clock. It is round and flat. The internal pointers and numbers are white and made of plastic. At first glance, it is a bargain that you can buy for less than twenty yuan.

The reverse side of the wall clock is black and the design is very simple. On the back of "twelve o'clock", there is a convex-shaped space for hanging. Further down, the middle part is a battery slot, the kind that doesn't even have a cover, and a built-in AA battery. Just beside the battery slot, there is a round plastic gear, or dial. This is for adjusting the time and is directly connected to the minute hand.

At this moment, the anomaly Feng Bujue found was that when he turned the dial on the back of the wall clock, it was not the minute hand, but the hour hand.

To be honest, it’s so painful for people who can find this kind of clues... The guys who play Zelda don’t look at how to clear the game, it’s just that.

"Does the prompt mean the ‘hour hand’?" Feng Bujue said: "Hour hand...hour hand...Li Shizhen? Compendium of Materia Medica? Jay Chou? Hot girl is hot?" His thinking had broken through the sky within a few seconds.

"Um...Does the hour hand represent time? Me?" His thoughts turned back from Mala Tang, "No, if you want to refer to time, the minute and second hands can also be used, let me be aware of it. There are many unusual ways, such as making the dial reverse." He looked at the clock again: "Does it mean'hour'? ur?"

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? The clue on the film is Saturday?" He muttered, "His...interesting."

After the second clue appeared, the situation remained unclear, and there was a trend of increasing complexity.

Feng Bujue continued to search in the living room. This time he turned the sofa over and moved a lot of furniture. He also opened the cabinet, pulled out the drawer, emptied the refrigerator, and even dismantled many daily necessities. Still nothing.

"Huh?" When Feng Bujue came next to the cat litter, he suddenly said: "Why did I use dust just now instead of using 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 filming.

"Just search for this one 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 his plate and leave, but saw a prompt 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 more far-fetched. Zip code? Phone number? Citizen ID? P The code name for?" His thoughts turned quickly, trying to find out what this refers to.

"Wait..." Something flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes. He almost jumped up, murmuring hurriedly: "This is the page number...page 599 to 602."

He trot to the front of the bookshelf, his eyes wandering fast on the bookshelf. In two minutes, he had filtered out books with less than 500 pages based on observation of thickness alone.

"Ha...I'm so stupid." Feng Bujue raised his right hand and tapped his head lightly: "The answer to the film is'S', and the clock reminds the same. The answer is just a letter... …" He quickly cast his gaze to the side of the bookshelf, where there were books with S or H as the first word.

"90% of the bookshelves 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 hint refers to the first English translation of the title. A letter..." Just thinking of this, the name of a book popped up in Feng Bujue's mind.

"Huh...hehe...hahaha..." He smirked, and his moving eyes stopped.

Ten seconds later, he reached out from somewhere on the shelf and pulled out a thick book. And took the book to the living room. Also put it on the coffee table.

Feng Bujue then went back to the kitchen, looked at the dusty sticker, picked it up and threw it into the trash can. Then, he even took out an aluminum alloy kettle from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, and put it on the gas stove. Start to boil water...

"Well... it takes about five to ten minutes to open." Feng Bujue scanned the messy living room again: "I have found the answer to the three clues. The mystery in the living room should be considered a solution. It's over." He turned his head and looked 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 take the mop from his house, then walked to the bedroom door, first tried to turn the doorknob, no problem, it can be opened.

He pushed the door open very carefully, and the light in the bedroom was on. He stretched the mop in and probed the minesweeper up and down, left and right. Sure it's all right... Then the door was pushed open.

After opening the door, you can see the scene in the bedroom. "It must be the way I opened it in the wrong way" popped out of his mind.

"~" The beauty on the bed greeted Brother Jue coquettishly with a charming voice.

This woman was lying sideways on Feng Bujue's bed, wearing only "very simple" clothes. Under a transparent tulle pajamas, the purple underwear has been exposed; the round and towering **** are also looming; the fragrant shoulders, the slender waist and the two snow-white slender thighs. Outline a beautiful arc.

Her long hair curled slightly like a wave, draped behind her head, all the way down to Feng Bujue's pillow. Needless to say, its beauty, the most terrible pair of winks, the endless amorous feelings in the autumn waves.

"This game is really getting more and more powerful." Feng Bujue spit out solemnly.

"Man, are you okay?" the beauty asked.

"There can be...see if you need it." Feng Bujue replied without restraint.

"What's the matter with you, come and talk." The beauty patted the edge of the bed: "Come, sit here."

"That..." Feng Bujue used a quarter of a second to come up with an excuse: "I'm boiling water..."

"Yeah~ I'm pretty shy," said the beauty.

"No, no, no...I am a very casual person." Feng Bujue said: "I am not close to you just for my own safety."

"Why? Afraid that I would eat you?" The beauty raised her lips slightly while she was talking, frowning the erect nose of her brow, and sticking out the tip of her tongue, licking her lips. It can be said to be extremely provocative.

"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded and said: "If it weren't for this, I would have abandoned my reason, reserve and self-esteem at this moment, and brought the door to me."

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" The beauty said again, she twisted her body, and tried her best to seduce the target.

"I'm talking nonsense with you, and wondering why you don't directly attack me." Feng Bujue replied, when he finished saying this. Suddenly I thought of something, "Oh~ that's it."

Don't know what he understands, he walked into the bedroom while he was talking. But he still didn't get close to the bed, but stood at a certain distance from the beauty.

"What the **** are you..." Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes. He stared at the other person: "Anyway, I will guess it sooner or later, or... if I try it out, you might as well 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..."

"Huh...Bah!" Feng Bujue brewed a spit in his mouth, and spit on him from a distance.

After one second. The saliva fell on the beautiful woman’s thigh...

In the room, there was silence...

"Well...it doesn't seem to be a ghost." Feng Bujue said with a serious thought.

"What are you doing..." The beauty's face was already an expression of wanting to kill.

"Experiment." Feng Bujue picked up the air conditioner's remote control and the TV's remote control, and crossed the two objects into a cross shape and showed them to each other.

An awkward silence...

"Isn't it a vampire..." After ten seconds, Feng Bujue put down the "cross". Said thoughtfully.

"If you are okay, go out..." The beauty seemed to want to drive him away.

"What's going out?" Feng Bujue interrupted: "This is my room." He paused: "But I'm really going to go out." He showed a malicious look: "Outside There are several versions of the Bible on my bookshelf. When I come back, I will bring one with me and a silver knife."

"Okay." The beauty sat up and sighed: "Succubus."

"Oh~" Feng Bujue said: "You said it earlier." He said after a short while: "I guess it was this."

"Then you still spit on my mouth?"

"What's the matter?" Feng Bujue said frankly: "If I stripped naked and put on underwear. I lie down on your bed and scratch my head, will you spit on my mouth?"

As a monster, the other party really doesn't know how to answer his questions.

The succubus showed a prototype at this time. The skin of her whole body turned into lavender, curly horns appeared on both foreheads, a bunch of bat wings grew on the back, and a small strip grew on her hips. Pointed tail. Even the clothes on her body changed accordingly, becoming a corset low-cut leather jacket.

"You let me go. I promise not to hurt you." Since the identity has been exposed, the succubus said straightforwardly.

"After the booby trap failed and my identity was revealed, are your words credible?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Then what do you want?" the succubus asked.

"Can you tell me anything?" 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 solemnly.

"Huh...it's boring." The succubus stretched his hand to the chest of the leather jacket, and casually took out a key from between his twin peaks. Lifted 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 making this idea?" Feng Bujue sneered: "Want me to walk into the scope of'The Heptagram'? Daydreaming."

"I threw the key to you. If you left, wouldn't I have been trapped here?" the succubus asked rhetorically.

"Nonsense." Feng Bujue replied in a strong tone: "What if you are [BEEP——] after I walk over? Then you kill me and use my brain to paint the array. Flower, don’t you just run away."

"Seriously, I am not interested in a man like you who uses magical sheets..." the succubus said while lifting the quilt under him.

It turned out that...the pattern of the bed sheet of Brother Jue was actually the magic circle recorded in "n" (Solomon's Club, a occult work written in the Middle Ages, containing all the rituals and magic for summoning and controlling demons and angels) .

This thing, I have to mention, it is a dark history...

Young people in the middle of the 21st century are very happy to show their individuality. Other people's designs can no longer satisfy them, such as mobile phone ringtones, Internet avatars, T-shirt designs, etc. As a result, various Y-related industries came into being.

Feng Bujue’s bed sheet is just such a product...

The process of its birth is also quite simple. That day Feng Bujue went to a shop in Y and bought a plain bed sheet. Then the boss asked him~IndoMTL.com~ what kind of pattern he wanted to print?

Just as the waiter in the store opened the material files in the computer for customers to choose from, Ge Ge took up a piece of white paper, swiped a big pen, and drew a TheHeptagram (a combination of Solomon’s Great Seven Stars and the Five Stars of Ares, The main body is a heptagon, with a ring attached to it, and a six-pointed star on the inside instead of shoes, and each side contains a Latin spell).

The onlookers were shocked at the time. The waiter thought he was a cult member, and the boss faintly felt that the tattoo shop across the street had come to kick the hall.

In short... In the complicated gaze of a group of people, Brother Jue took the sheet back home.

"Stop wordy, if you don't intend to attack me, why do you want me to take it?" Feng Bujue said: "Hurry up and throw it over, or I will go out and make a bathtub of holy water. (Holy water is easy to make. You only need Ordinary water can be completed by praying), put in a water gun, and come here to execute your sentence."

The succubus looked at Feng Bujue with surprise for a few seconds, and then really threw the key to him, "Well...I am really not interested in the man who has a water gun at home." (to be continued .If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)