Chapter 310 Invasion of Brain Cells (Seventeen)

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

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

But he looked at it for a long time and couldn't see what these patterns represent. Although he found that these textures were different from his memory, it would be useless if he couldn't see the implicit information in them.

"Is it because my observation angle is wrong?" Feng Bujue thought, his hands were not moving, he turned the shower curtain over and over, put it in various states to check, but still to no avail.

"Wait... observation angle!" Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind and he thought of a possibility.

He immediately took out a flashlight from 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 lights were on. Generally speaking, no one would turn off the lighting equipment on their own initiative." Feng Bujue muttered as he moved the flashlight to the shower curtain, "So... I didn't see this."

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

It turned out that the clues were always in front of him, but he couldn't "see" them.

The information on the shower curtain can only be identified under a specific color of light. When the white light in the bathroom is on, no clues can be shown. At this moment, the yellow beam of the flashlight successfully made some green-bottomed and white-bordered letters appear.

"m...d...d...m...i...i...r..." Feng Bujue found many letters on the shower curtain. He thought these could form words or sentences, but after reading for a while, he found that this was not the case. Because most of the letters are repeated, there is no logic 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 in total: a, d, i, k, m, o, and r. They appear repeatedly at different frequencies and are arranged in disorder. What on earth is this..." He stepped back a few steps and looked at the entire unfolded 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 a notebook and a pen and wrote down the letters on the shower curtain in a relatively neat format. A few minutes later, he solved the puzzle.

"It turns out that after arranging them neatly, they are eliminated according to the rule of 'matching'..." Feng Bujue seemed a little disdainful of this puzzle. But this did not affect his getting the correct answer.

Not long after, he had completed the elimination homework. All the "d, a, k" on the paper were crossed out, and the remaining letters... as long as they were arranged on the x axis regardless of their vertical position, they were exactly one grid apart from each other, and could form a word - mirror.

"You've been making a fuss for a long time, so you want me to look in the mirror, right..." He came to the wash basin again, put the flashlight on the edge of the basin, and stared at the mirror.

But he stood there for more than a minute, and there was no abnormal reaction.

Feng Bujue thought to himself: "I also stared at the mirror before. I didn't see any hints, nor did I trigger any plot. But now that I have solved the puzzle, why is it still..."

"Eh? Could it be..." He seemed to have an idea again and picked up the notebook again. He looked at the letters he had erased, "The letters d, a, k that have been erased without a single one left... If you add the most frequently appearing r, isn't it..."

Feng Bujue laughed, "Heh... That's what it means."

The next second. He reached out his hand without hesitation and turned off the flashlight.

If it were someone else, they would definitely hesitate for a while before doing this. After all, they were alone in a small space. There was still "fierce resentment entrenched" outside the door. In this situation, letting the darkness swallow you up undoubtedly requires a certain amount of courage.

But Feng Bujue had no pressure at all. He turned off the flashlight as he was told. It was neat and tidy.

It was just standing in a dark bathroom and staring at the mirror. What was wrong? At most, a very scary picture suddenly appeared, accompanied by some shrill sound effects that made people's scalps numb. So what? What was the point of trying to scare people to death?

"What could it be..." Feng Bujue muttered as he stood in front of the mirror. Although it was dark in front of him, he still opened his eyes and looked directly at the direction of the mirror.

Five or six seconds later, something really happened.

But the surface of the mirror lit up with a faint blue light, and a face appeared in the mirror.

This face looked exactly like Feng Bujue, but it was obviously not a mirror image, because when Brother Jue saw this face, he turned his neck a few times and made a few obvious expressions, but the face in the mirror did not move with him.

The face looked into Feng Bujue's eyes through the mirror, and showed a half-smile. Most people in the dark would be horrified to see this scene. But Feng Bujue just watched silently, waiting for the next change.

After a stalemate of about ten seconds, the "Feng Bujue" in the mirror smiled and began to speak: "My name is Feng Bujue."

His voice is exactly the same as Brother Jue's...

"I am a novelist who is obsessed with weird and horror stories."

Every time he spoke, he paused briefly.

"I live alone in a big house."

"Writing tall tales day after day."

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

"I stood in front of the window and listened, and I could clearly hear the wails of the dying people."

"Have you ever seen a drainage ditch? The color in it changes every day. Sometimes it's as red as blood, sometimes it's as green as pus, sometimes it's as yellow as bile... That's actually the river of hell, glowing with terrible neon. ”

“The noise of the factory mixed with the reverberations from underground floated over the city.”

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

“I realized that maybe I wasn’t living on earth, but in hell.”

"am I crazy?"

After saying this one after another, the face returned to silence. He looked at Feng Bujue, as if waiting for an answer.

"Hahaha...hahahaha..." Feng Bujue actually smiled in front of the mirror, and then imitated the other person's tone and tone. Along with a melody with no obvious ups and downs, he hummed: "Scream, moan, the endless darkness of hell~ Goblins, monsters and evil spirits, waiting for you with severed heads in their arms~ Go down, go down, human beings Ah, fall down quickly..."

After hearing this song, the face in the mirror showed a look of bewilderment.

"What? Do you still want to hear it?" Feng Bujue said again: "Go down, go down. The endless darkness of hell~ It's burning, it's flooded, you can't survive, you can't die~ Human beings~ Fall down quickly Let's... drop to the bottom of hell, listen~ the dead begin to sing, in the pool of blood, in the sea of ​​fire, in the mountain of needles..."

"That's enough," interrupted the face in the mirror.

Feng Bujue snorted coldly and stopped. He said very calmly: "When I was nine years old, I watched "Lullaby from Hell". I was too young at that time, and I was really depressed for three days." He paused: "I have already forgotten that memory, but The impression of fear is still there. It is indeed a good strategy for you to induce fear in me, but it is a pity..." He shook his head helplessly: "Under your guidance, I can only... I can clearly recall the scenes and lines in that comic, but I can’t feel any fear at all.”

After hearing this. The face in the mirror began to change. He became the image of a middle-aged European man, with a bald head, no beard, and quite long eyebrows. The weirdest thing about this face is that his skin is bluish-white, as if it has been soaked in formalin for a long time...

"Okay, you don't have to say anything anymore." The face's voice also changed: "You have passed the second test."

"The second one?" Feng Bujue asked, "Does the letter on the shower curtain count as the first one?"

"Yes." The other party replied, "In the triple test of 'wisdom', 'bravery' and 'benevolence', you have..."

"Wowwowow...wait wait..." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party: "I haven't finished asking yet. Don't start setting up without authorization." He said in a strong tone: "You must at least answer my question first. - Can I turn on the light?"

The face in the mirror replied: "Yeah... okay."

Feng Bujue touched the door and turned on the light switch. Then he returned to the mirror and asked, "Okay, who are you? Sato?"

"Ah?" The face in the mirror was stunned by the question, "Who is Sato?"

"Alien Sato." Feng Bujue said in a matter-of-fact tone: "The commander of the Power Rangers, the face in the glass pillar." He said three short sentences in a row, but the other party was still A confused look on his face.

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

"Forget it." Feng Bujue interrupted again rudely: "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it, that theme song is so brainwashing that it's hard to get it out of your mind after you hear it."

"Well... I am the assistant of the 'boss', Magic Mirror." Magic Mirror didn't know why but could only try to bring the topic back on track.

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

"You can also say that..."

"Tell me... what is your relationship with the Hidden Mirror Man (one of the three giants of Golden Light Puppet Show)?"

"Who is the person hiding the mirror..."

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

It turned out that his seemingly irrelevant nonsense was all a temptation.

The magic mirror replied: "I saw only extremely limited fragments, and I cannot get a glimpse of all your memories."

"Hmm... Okay." Feng Bu felt more confident after getting the answer he wanted, and said with a smile: "Now, you can talk about the third test." (To be continued...)