Chapter 241 Brothers (IV)

()    "Fuck..." Feng Bujue read out the six letters engraved on the back of the denture, "Hmm... Is this the denture used by Magneto?" He said half-jokingly.

He put the denture into his pocket, took out the soap and small wooden comb, and confirmed the item description again.

"The soap, like this denture, can be taken out of the script..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.

"But this comb and the candle that has been stuck in the middle of the iron bar cannot be taken out of the script." Feng Bujue pondered.

At present, he doesn't know what the difference in attributes between whether it can be taken out of the script is meaningful. Perhaps it is just an insignificant matter, but he still remembers it silently.

As mentioned in the previous article, Feng Bujue's brain is like an organized attic. He knows where to find what he needs. Different information has different priorities, and useless garbage is swept away.

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. Just like a thread interwoven with information, reasoning is constantly carried out on this web. As more information is obtained, countless assumptions will expand, making this web bigger and bigger. Until he solves those problems one by one, this web will shrink again and finally return to one point.

At this moment, the clue network in Feng Bujue's mind has been spread out. He is like many of the most outstanding detectives in novels. He has a magical intuition... He can vaguely feel that these items that can bring out the script may be the threads connected to the core of the clue network.

"Magnet... Magnet..." Feng Bujue has put all the trivial plot items at hand into his pocket while thinking.

Then, he took out the pipe clamp again. Started the test.

This is a very simple test. He just used the pipe clamp to find objects with magnetic force.

Feng Bujue first held the pipe clamp in his hand, raised it to a height of an inch above the garbage on the ground, and slowly swam it around. If there were magnets or something like that mixed in it, it should be sucked up. Or suck the pipe clamp down, but it didn't.

"Well, it's not surprising that the answer and the clue are not in the same place." He stood up with an indecisive expression. He walked towards cell number one.

Next, he was going to try the iron doors of those cells. His guess was that perhaps one of the doors, or a part of the door, was magnetic. If he couldn't find it after trying all six doors, he would go back to cell number zero to try his luck. If it still didn't work, he would have to conduct a carpet search again, using the pipe wrench as a magnetic radar to stick to every inch of the wall and floor to find where the magnetic source was.

All of the above steps were completed. If there was still no magnet-like thing found, there was only one way left, which was to reconsider the meaning of this hint.

Five minutes later, the iron doors of the first three cells had no magnetism, and Feng Bujue even reached his hand into the food delivery port. He also used the pipe wrench to probe the small piece of ground inside the door, but still found nothing.

When he arrived at the door of cell number four, Feng Bujue still followed the routine of searching from top to bottom and began to search slowly. This time. When the pipe clamp moved to the small iron window above the iron door, it suddenly reacted.

Feng Bujue followed his feeling. He quickly found the source of the magnetic force, "Is it this one..."

Cell No. 4 was the same as other cells, with five iron bars on the small window on the door. But the difference was that the iron bar in the middle of the window of Cell No. 4 was magnetic.

Its magnetic force was not very strong, not enough to attract the pipe clamp in Feng Bujue's hand to it without falling, but it was enough to make the metal objects nearby react.

This iron bar was about 20 centimeters long and about as thick as two fingers put together. If you look closely, you can notice that there is a section of rust on the upper and lower parts of this iron bar, which is very serious.

Feng Bujue tried to clamp the rust mark on the top with the pipe clamp and clamped it hard. After a few seconds, with a clang, the top section of the iron bar was broken. He did the same thing and broke the lower section, took off the middle section of the iron bar and held it in his hand.

"So... I now have a cylindrical magnet that is more than ten centimeters long." Feng Bujue said, "So what?"

In fact, what to do next is right in front of us... Use the magnet to find the key.

Feng Bujue took the magnet and sucked it over the garbage pile again, thinking that he might find something like a pin or wire (although he didn't know how to pry the door at all).

After failing, he returned to cell zero. The door of this cell could no longer be locked, and it could be opened and closed freely regardless of whether you were inside or outside.

Feng Bujue picked up the scraps of cloth on the ground and started to weave ropes. If Xiao Tan did this job, he would definitely do it well. He used a scalpel to make a living, and weaving ropes was obviously a piece of cake.

But Feng Bujue... He could do everything, but he was not good at this.

Strangely enough, he had a smart mind, good patience, and steady hands, and could complete very delicate work. But I am very weak at knitting and knotting. When I was a kid, I spent two months learning how to tie shoelaces. After I learned, I wore running shoes for a year, putting them in and out. After a year, I forgot how to tie them again...

Back to the point, Feng Bujue spent more than ten minutes to braid a two-meter-long, fairly strong rope. Although he consciously used strips of cloth of similar material and length, the rope was still thick and weird...

He repeatedly confirmed the reliability of the rope, and even jumped rope in the corridor for a while... before he safely tied the magnet to one end of the rope.

Then, Feng Bujue threw the rope and magnet in through the food delivery port like fishing, and then pulled it back. After about twenty minutes, he confirmed that there were no keys under the beds and blind spots in the six cells.

"Hmm... Could it be..." After countless failed attempts, his thoughts returned to a certain place.

"There is still one thing in cell zero that has not been used..." Feng Bujue walked all the way back: "And after that door is opened, you can return freely. These are probably hints..." (To be continued...)