Thriller Paradise Chapter 310: Invasion of brain cells (17)

The shower curtain is hung on an oval steel frame above the bathtub. The background color is light blue, with some darker patterns dotted on it. In fact, Feng Bujue didn't use this thing much, but with his excellent memory and keen observation of the details of things, he discovered the abnormality of the shower curtain.

"The color and shape of the pattern are different from those in my house..." Feng Bujue muttered, opening the shower curtain and checking it carefully.

But he watched for a long time, but he couldn't see what these patterns actually represented. Although he found that these textures were different from the ones in his own memory, it would be useless if he couldn't see the hidden information.

"Is it the wrong angle of my observation?" Feng Bujue thought, his hands kept on, he turned the shower curtain upside down and looked at it in various states, but still to no avail.

"Wait... Observation angle!" Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind, thinking of a possibility.

He immediately took the flashlight out of his pocket and turned it on. Then he walked to the door and turned off the light in the bathroom.

"When I came to this bathroom, the light was turned on. Generally speaking, no one would actively turn off the lighting equipment." Feng Bujue muttered, moving the flashlight to the bath. On the curtain, "So... I didn't see this."

At this time, on the light blue shower curtain, the darkest part of the pattern turned into a very conspicuous green, and some white textures also emerged.

It turned out that the clue was always in front of him, but he could not "see" it.

The information on the shower curtain can only be recognized under a certain color of light. When the white light in the bathroom is on, there is no clue. At this moment, the yellow beam of the flashlight successfully made some letters on the green background and white borders appear.

"M...D...D...M...I...I...R..." Feng Bujue was on the shower curtain. Many letters were found. He thought these could form a word or sentence, but he read it for a while and realized that it was not, because most of the letters were repeated and there was no logic at all in the arrangement.

After he confirmed that he had searched the entire shower curtain. He touched his chin and said, "Well... there are seven letters A, D, I, K, M, O, R. They appear repeatedly at different frequencies and are arranged in disorder. What is this..." He stepped back. , Looking at the whole shower curtain from a distance, "Is it related to the coordinates of the XY axis? Or is this a three-dimensional figure? Or...oh!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the clue. He quickly took out his notebook and pen, and wrote down the letters on the shower curtain in a neat format. A few minutes later. He solved the puzzle.

"It turned out to be neatly arranged and eliminated according to the rules of ‘face-to-face’..." Feng Bujue seemed a little dismissive of the puzzle, but it didn’t affect him to get the correct answer.

In a short while, he has completed the elimination. All the "D, A, K" on the paper have been smeared out, and the remaining letters...just ignore their vertical position and arrange them on the X axis. It happens to be in a state of one space apart from each other, and can form a word-R.

"Let me look in the mirror after a long time..." He came to the washbasin again, put the flashlight on the side of the pool, and stared into the mirror.

But he stood like this for more than a minute without any unusual reactions.

Feng Bujue said: "I also stared in the mirror before. I didn't see any hints or trigger any plot. But now I have solved the puzzle and look again. Why is it still..."

"Huh? Could it be..." He seemed to have an idea again. He picked up the notebook again and looked at the letters that he had smeared out. "The letters D, A, K were erased without any left. ...If you add R, which appears the most frequently, it means..."

Feng Bujue laughed, "Heh...that's what I mean."

The next second, he reached out without hesitation and turned off the flashlight.

If you change to someone else, you must hesitate for a while before doing this. After all, it was a small space alone, and there were "fierce grievances entrenched" outside the door. In this case, let the darkness engulf yourself. It undoubtedly takes a certain amount of courage.

Ke Feng Bujue had no pressure on this, saying that he would turn off the flashlight when he turned off the flashlight, which was clean and tidy.

Isn’t it just standing in a dark bathroom and staring at the mirror? What's the matter? At most, an extremely terrifying picture suddenly appeared, with some kind of screaming sound effect that made the scalp numb. So what? Why do you want to scare people to death?

"What could it be..." Feng Bujue muttered, standing in front of the mirror. Although there was a blackness in front of him, he still opened his eyes and looked straight in the direction of the mirror.

Five or six seconds later, something really happened.

But see, there was a faint blue light on the surface of the mirror, and a human face appeared in the mirror.

The appearance of this face is exactly the same as Feng Bujue, but it is obviously not a mirror image, because when Jue saw this face, he turned his neck a few times and made a few more obvious expressions. Zhong's face didn't move with him.

The face met Feng Bujue's eyes through the mirror, and there was a smile that was not a smile. Ordinary people are in the dark, seeing this scene, they will definitely be terrified. But Feng Bujue just watched silently, waiting for the next change.

There was a stalemate like this for about ten seconds. "Feng Bujue" in the mirror showed a smile and began to speak: "My name is Feng Bujue."

His voice is exactly the same as that of Brother Jue...

"I am a novelist obsessed with grotesque and horror stories."

Every time he said a word, there was a short pause.

"I live alone in a big house."

"Writing absurd stories day after day."

"I looked at the sky under the afterglow of the setting sun, but I seemed to see a sea of ​​blood in the depths of hell."

"When I stand in front of the window and listen, I can clearly hear the wailing of those who are dying."

"Have you seen the gutter? The color inside it is different every day. Sometimes it is as red as blood, sometimes as green as pus, and sometimes as yellow as bile... It is actually a river of hell, with terrible glow Neon."

"The noise of the factory is mixed with the echoes from the ground, floating above the city."

"The stench in the air smells like a giant beast vomiting..."

"I realized that maybe I am not living in the world, but in hell."

"Am I crazy?"

After saying this one sentence at a time. The face returned to silence. He looked at Feng Bujue, as if waiting for an answer.

"Hahaha...hahahaha..." Feng Bujue actually laughed into the mirror, and then learned the other's tone and tone, and hummed along with a melody that was not obvious ups and downs: "Scream, Moaning. The endless darkness of hell~ Fairies, monsters, and evil spirits, waiting for your presence in arms and decapitation~ Go down, go down, humans, come down..."

The face in the mirror after hearing this song. On the contrary, he showed a look of bewilderment.

"Why? Do you want to hear it?" Feng Bujue said again: "Go down, go down, the endless darkness of hell~ Burning, flooding, no survival, no death, no human beings~ Hurry and fall... to the bottom of hell. Listen~ the dead people start to sing, in the pool of blood, in the sea of ​​fire, in the needle mountain..."

"Enough." The face in the mirror interrupted.

Feng Bujue let out a cold snort, paused, and said calmly: "When I was nine years old, I watched "Lullaby to Hell." I was too young back then, and I was really depressed for three days." He paused. "I have forgotten that memory, but the impression of fear is still there. It is indeed a good strategy for you to induce my fear in this way, but it's a pity..." He shook his face helplessly. Shaking his head: "Now I, under your guidance, can only clearly recall the scenes and lines in that comic, but the feeling of fear can't come up at all."

The face in the mirror after hearing the words. The transformation began. He became the image of a middle-aged European man, with a bald head, no beard, and long eyebrows. And the weirdest thing about this face is. His skin is bluish white, as if he had been soaked in formalin for a long time...

"Well, you don't have to say any more." The voice of that face also changed: "You have passed the second test."

"The second one?" Feng Bujue asked, "The letter on the shower curtain is the first one?"

"Yes." The other party replied, "In the triple test of ‘wisdom’, ‘brave’ and ‘benevolence’, you have..."

"W...wait, wait..." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party: "I haven't finished the question yet, don't start the setting without authorization." He said in a strong tone: "You have to answer at least first. I have a question-can I turn on the light?"

The face in the mirror replied: "Um...Yes."

Feng Bujue touched the door, turned on the light switch, then went back to the mirror and asked: "Well, who are you? Sato?"

"Huh?" The face in the mirror was stunned, "Who is Sato?"

"Alien, Sato." Feng Bujue said in a natural tone: "The commander of the werRanger team, the face in the glass pillar." He said three short sentences in succession. Still inexplicable.

"Uh...I don't know what you said..." the face replied hesitantly.

"That's it." Feng Bujue interrupted again impolitely: "It doesn't matter if you haven't read it, the theme song is very brainwashed, and it's hard to get rid of it after listening."

"That...I'm the assistant of the'boss', Magic Mirror." If Magic Mirror somehow seals it up~ IndoMTL.com~ can only try to get the topic back on track.

"Oh, it turns out that your body is the face in the mirror, not the mirror itself." Feng Bujue replied.

"You can say the same..."

"Say...what is the relationship between you and Zangjingren (one of the Big Three in the Golden Puppet Show)?"

"Who is the man who hides the mirror..."

"You can read my memory, but you don't know about the Dinosaurs and the Mirror Man?" Feng Bujue asked suddenly.

It turned out that all his seemingly non-marginal nonsense were all temptations.

The magic mirror replied: "I see only a limited number of fragments, and I can't see all of your memories."

"Um...well." Feng didn't think he had the answer he wanted, and he was quite sure in his heart, and said with a smile: "Now, you can talk about the third test." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)