Chapter 242 Brothers (V)

() Feng Bujue quickly returned to Cell Zero, walked straight to the plastic bucket in the corner, and then stretched out the magnet tied to one end of the cloth rope, trying to "fish" for keys or other clues.

But surprisingly, I didn’t catch anything…

"What are you doing? Not close enough?" Feng Bujue thought to himself, because he didn't let the cloth rope or magnet directly touch the things in the bucket, he just hung it in mid-air to fish.

"Wait...no...the thing isn't here." He suddenly thought of something, quickly lifted up the cloth rope, and took the piece of magnet into his hand, "If the system sets the clues I need for this step at zero, In cell No. 1, what if I find it before escaping the room...then the dentures and magnets will become clues that can be skipped during the game. "

He read the description of the magnet again:

"The dentures can be used to bring out the script and turn them into puzzle cards. Theoretically, they may be useless, but this magnet is a plot item that cannot be used to bring out the script. It will definitely be useful somewhere." Feng Bujue said: " Well... Since magnets are necessary, the clues needed for the next step cannot be hidden here $ () Because I can still find things hidden in the excrement bucket without magnets, but the level of disgust will be higher. That’s all…”

He held the magnet and began to reconsider: "What on earth...must..."

"Could it be that..." Feng Bujue quickly came up with a new speculation. He trotted back to the door of Cell No. 4 and looked at the iron door. "Is that actually the case..." He laughed dryly and stood on tiptoe. With his toes, he put his hand through the gap in the small iron window above.

When all five iron bars are present in this small window, the width of the gap is limited. At most, the forearm of the hand can pass through. However, after removing one of the iron bars, the width of the gap is limited. The entire arm can be passed through.

Feng Bujue leaned his body against the door, stretched his arm into the window, and groped upwards. After a while, he was directly above the iron door. I touched a key.

"Isn't this remark nonsense? I already have everything in my hand, and I still need you to tell me?" Feng Bujue read unhappily.

The place where the key is hidden is really dangerous. It is located slightly higher than the height of the door frame. It is almost against the wall and cannot be seen from any angle when viewed from outside the door. Even if the player can see through to the location of the key, the hand can't reach it until a section of the iron fence is removed.

The only way. Just remove the iron fence and reach inside. Only by letting your elbow pass through can you get the key.

"Niang Xipi..." Feng Bujue cursed as he walked towards Cell No. 1: "Do you want every step to be like this? It would be great to just hide in shit! Simple and clear!"

With a click, the door of Cell No. 1 was opened.

Feng Bujue pushed open the door and walked in. He stood at the door and observed for a minute. After he was sure that the action of opening the door did not trigger anything strange, he continued to act with confidence.

There are also small wooden cabinets in this cell. so. No need to say anything, just open the drawer...

In the top drawer, there is a newspaper clipping, only the size of a palm, with the text on it close to English. But no, Feng Bujue couldn't recognize which language it was. Of course, Thriller Paradise's system comes with a translation function, which does not affect reading.

Feng Bujue saw this thing. Just like a drug addict who sees a fan, he can't wait to get it in front of his eyes. See it later.

The title of this article is "The Devil is Still Active" and the article states: "Since the Moon of the Wolf Spider, the number of missing people in this town has exceeded 40. The National Wizards Association and the Church have declared that they are helpless. The official spokesperson said that various people in this town have disappeared. The seals are intact and there is no obvious evidence of demonic presence. The victims' families and local nobles have issued a high reward. Anyone who solves the incident or provides help can receive a reward of up to 20,000 satis.

Recently, this newspaper obtained reliable information from a certain bounty hunter. The initiator of the disappearance was a descendant of the ‘Xing Clan’, and the perpetrator…”

The text ends abruptly here, and the next content is lost.

"What's going on...is this news or a novel?" Feng Bujue turned over the newspaper clipping in his hand, trying to verify it with the information on the other side. Unfortunately, the handwriting on the other side was blurry and unreadable. But judging from the material of the paper, it must be a newspaper.

"Hmm... After working on this script for a long time, it's still an empty setting. In this world view, there are wizards' associations, demons, and bounty hunters... Sati should be currency, but it's unclear how much purchasing power 20,000 has. The plan of the day It’s also unclear. Although they have the concept of a month, they can’t determine how many days they have in a month, how many hours they have in a day, let alone how many meals they eat in a day... How long do the scratches on the wall of Cell Zero represent? It's hard to say now..." Feng Bujue has already started a series of deductions in his mind: "This piece of paper is undoubtedly explaining the plot. If nothing else, the place where I am at the moment is where the missing persons are imprisoned. "

Feng Bujue sat on the ground unknowingly and started thinking with great interest: "Since this is the setting, it is not surprising that he can drag me with one hand. Perhaps it is because of the innate strength of the Xing clan members. It's bigger than ordinary people, or maybe 'ordinary people' in this world also have this kind of power." He touched his chin: "Well... speaking of it, it's hard to say what the so-called 'people' in this world are like. , maybe they all have three eyes, both men and women have beards, or their faces may be covered with hair..."

At this moment, a normal person's thinking should be: This should be a script of Western magic civilization and the level of technology after the industrial revolution, right?

But Feng Bujue's sky-breaking thinking is thinking about something else... So far, he has only seen one person in the opening CG, and he has not seen his face. From a scientific point of view, a single individual obviously cannot be used as the basis for confirming a theory. He must have seen at least a hundred residents of this world before he can make a preliminary conclusion about which people belong to "ordinary people". Before this, Feng Bujue can make assumptions about anything he has "never seen".

He has not seen the face of anyone in this script world. So he can assume that this group of people has any appearance; he has not seen people in this world do addition and subtraction, so he can also assume that this group of people uses duodecimal; he has not seen the appearance of currency like Sati, so maybe this thing is made of animal tongues...

In short, the world is limited, but imagination is unlimited. It is only the thought itself that imprisons people's thoughts. In Feng Bujue's view. Things like "worldview" can be anything. Countless time-travel novels depict the time traveler going to another world dominated by humans, but with different civilizations or histories. But in the eyes of people like Feng Bujue, if people can travel in parallel universes, then traveling to a place ruled by a group of gorillas or rhinoceros people is the normal situation.

He sat on the ground for a long time, combining the limited content in the newspaper with what he saw and heard after entering the script. He reorganized his thoughts.

Those daily necessities, the size of the bed, the size of the door, the size of the plastic bucket... are all his basis.

"Well... I still have no clue." More than ten minutes later, Feng Bujue shrugged and smiled: "Interesting."

He put away the small piece of newspaper, pulled out the first drawer from the small wooden cabinet, checked it 360 degrees, and confirmed that there was no writing or engraving anywhere in this drawer. He opened the second drawer.

The things inside can make people cry with joy.

"I always feel that this note has no guiding meaning, but just mocking the players..." Feng Bujue muttered, then put the key away, and looked through the second drawer with ease. Then he opened the bottom drawer.

This drawer was empty, but there were two Arabic numerals written in blood inside: 38.

"According to the general puzzle solving routine... this should be a part of a password." Feng Bujue said, and pulled out this drawer to check it. After confirming that there was only this clue. He stood up and searched the entire room again.

Before leaving the room. He made a new discovery, that is, on the inside of the iron door, the side facing the house, there was an arrow painted. The arrow was painted with paint, just like the number outside the door.

The line segment of this arrow was not straight, but an arc that bulged upward, and the direction of the arrow was to the right.

"Oh... so, I seem to have understood it." Feng Bujue smiled as he looked at the clue.

After that, he entered the cell No. 2, the same small wooden cabinet, and the top drawer contained another newspaper clipping, but its content was not consistent with the one in the cell No. 1.

"With the death of Sheriff Carl in the pursuit, the rumors about the 'Punishment Clan' have been further confirmed. The Royal Magician Force has finally taken action and has now sent three armed alchemists and five lieutenants of the Mechanical Corps to this town. The amount of the civilian bounty has reached an unprecedented 100,000 Satis. According to sources, the mysterious bounty hunter who uses black magic, the Dread Magpie, has also appeared in the town."

"Heh... It's getting more and more interesting." Feng Bujue commented.

Similar to cell No. 1, the small wooden cabinet in cell No. 2 has the key to cell No. 3 in the middle drawer, and the bottom drawer is also written with Arabic numerals, this time. There is also an arrow painted on the inside of the iron door of this cell. This arrow is facing left, and the line segment is also convex upward in a semicircular arc.

The subsequent cells No. 3, 4, and 5 have similar designs.

Three clippings are as follows...

"The bodies of the Magpie and three armed alchemists were found on the outskirts of the town. The authorities refused to comment on the incident, and panic is spreading in the town. This morning, the new sheriff announced that the town's troops and the Iron Blade Knights were urgently called in for support, and a night curfew was issued. Anyone who leaves home and walks on the street at night can be arrested, and those who resist can be directly suppressed by force."

"The curfew has been implemented for two weeks, and the situation has been effectively controlled. According to the latest official news, the number of missing people has remained at 67 and has not increased further. But the curfew has not been lifted at least before the Badgerbird Month. Possibly. "

The third clipping also had a title, which read: "Has the arrester of the Xing Clan died?"

"Yesterday, the long curfew was finally lifted. The Iron Blade Knights had withdrawn from the town, and the troops in the town were also withdrawing in batches. The investigation team of the Royal Magician Corps had rushed here. All signs showed that the case had been solved. But the authorities remained silent. The terrifying shadow that had plagued the town for nearly a month and a season seemed to have dissipated, but none of the missing persons had returned, and there was no report of a body. Has the culprit of the Xing Clan been captured? Or is he temporarily dormant in the dark?"

Feng Bujue folded all the clippings he found in order and put them in his pocket. As for the numbers and arrows, he remembered them all in his mind.

He took the key to cell number six and walked in. As expected, there was no small wooden cabinet in this cell. Instead, there was a large safe.

"Hmm... mechanical compass lock, 80 scales... automatically destroys the code after unlocking, leaving no trace, small size, fully mechanical structure, no power supply required, can adapt to various harsh places... classics are classics." Feng Bujue squatted in front of it and muttered: "It's a pity that I know the password..."

"Then... first clockwise, 38, then... counterclockwise..." He said. He began to manipulate the unlocking.

After seeing the hint of cell No. 1, he roughly guessed the nature of this set of puzzles. The curved arrows and numbers are the direction of rotation and scales, and the room number represents the steps.

After fiddling with it for a few times. The lock of the safe was opened. Even a fool could guess that there must be the key to the cell door on the underground 1F.

But I didn't expect...

"What the hell..." Feng Bujue looked at the things in front of him and felt a sense of being fooled.

It turned out that the big safe contained a small safe...

The volume of this small safe is only half of the large one outside, and there is a small glass bottle on the top of the box. Feng Bujue took the glass bottle and read the description of the item:

"What is this... I have a long-lasting fragrance, and one bottle will be passed down forever." Feng Bujue said: "Well... But this is already the third item that can be brought out of the script, soap, dentures, perfume... What's the situation? Will it be a toothbrush next time?"

It's not appropriate to put this item in the pocket, so he put it in the bag. Now Brother Jue also has a 15-compartment bag. Compared with the days when he was stretched to the limit with a 10-compartment bag, it is indeed much more convenient.

"Okay, let's see how to open this small one..." Feng Bujue immediately tried the password of the big safe, but failed.

"Ha! As expected." He said, reset the lock, and tried it in reverse with the same password, but still failed.

"Don't underestimate you..." He divided all the scales by two and tried again, a failure among failures.

"Ah!!!" Feng Bujue began to envy those pure fighting players. He held his fist as big as a sandbag and looked at the small safe: "The martial arts in the world... are indestructible..." The next second, he activated his title ability with his fighting expertise.

After a punch hit the small safe, a wave of air burst out, booming and powerful.

Three seconds later, the skill stopped and the object stagnated. The box was not damaged at all, but Feng Bujue's survival value dropped by 3%, and the surface of his fist hurt.

"Okay, I just wanted to say this line." Feng Bujue complained to himself.

After sighing, he continued to try the lock picking method... But as he said, the design of this lock is very classic, with millions of possible combinations. Can it be tested? Let's take a step back. Even if this is just a six-digit combination lock, there are nearly one million combinations in theory. With Feng Bujue's character, he should have tried at least 500,000 times...

"Ah..." Feng Bujue felt a nameless fire rising in his heart: "This kind of script... is it forcing people to hit their balls and commit suicide?"

He simply stopped trying, stood up, and entered the reasoning time again, "Is there any other information I overlooked? Reverse the numbers... add, subtract, multiply and divide... Is it a prime number..."

He pondered for a while, tried again, and half an hour passed unknowingly. In these 30 minutes, he tried almost all possible combinations, and thus confirmed one thing... The password of this small box has nothing to do with the big box.

"Damn it!" Feng Bujue dragged the small safe out of the big one in anger, "If I can't use grenades..." Before he finished speaking, the box was pressed down towards his feet because of the inertia of his action.

Feng Bujue didn't expect that the box was much heavier than it looked. With his current strength in the game, he could easily snatch a 100-kilogram barbell, so he didn't think much when he carried the box out, and ended up hitting his feet with the iron block.

This hit caused him to lose another 3% of his health. Don't underestimate this survival value. Feng Bujue is now level 27, not the kind of level that would lose blood even if he used his elbow to break a rotten wall.

"Oh my god... it's so heavy..." Feng Bujue said, "Lead-antimony alloy?" As soon as he said this, an idea flashed in his mind, "Wait... it can't be..."

He sat down and pushed the box over to check. Sure enough, he saw a small round hole at the bottom...