Chapter 319 Invading Brain Cells (20)

Having changed his perspective, Feng Bujue quickly found the first clue hidden on the protective film of the LCD TV.

He peered closely at the TV screen and noticed several unusual marks on the film. He immediately peeled the film off the TV surface, held it up to the light to examine it, but still couldn't understand what the information on it meant.

"The film itself is transparent, and the indentations on the marks aren't obvious..." he thought with interest. After a few seconds, he had an idea.

Feng Bujue quickly went to the kitchen and took out the vacuum cleaner from the cabinet. He turned on the machine and saw that the dust bag was half full. He immediately felt hopeful, grabbed the film, laid it flat, and evenly sprinkled the dust on it.

Sure enough, some letters appeared under the layer of dust.

"Ha... reminds me of playing with sand paintings as a kid." Feng Bujue said, clapping the dust off his hands, and then looked at the letters. "M, V, E, M, J… U, N."

The hint on the film was these seven English letters. The letters were arranged in a simple horizontal line, with a gap between J and U, and the other letters were equally spaced.

"Seven letters, what do they mean?" Feng Bujue muttered, "The first letters of the Seven Gourd Brothers' English names?" He said jokingly, but that sentence gave him an inspiration.

"Eh? Could it be..." Feng Bujue glanced at the letters again, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips. "Heh... it's the eight planets."

Actually, Jue Ge's astronomy knowledge was quite average... But fortunately, he at least knew the order of the eight planets, and the English spelling of six of them (he didn't know the exact spelling of Uranus and Neptune, but he remembered the first letters of those two words).

After thinking of this hypothesis, he quickly went to the bookshelf in the living room and pulled out a book about astronomical common sense.

Feng Bujue's bookshelf, like his brain, was organized in a very orderly manner. The books were categorized in various places according to multiple priorities such as letters, categories, and years, so he could immediately find the relevant books no matter what information he wanted to look up.

Some might ask, it's 2055, can't you just look it up online?

Of course, Feng Bujue usually searches for many things online, but he firmly believes that the internet is not omnipotent. Humans cannot input all the information in the world into computers, and it is even less likely that the information entered can be found online. Moreover, the content of many textbooks, reference books, or manuals is far more detailed and accurate than the "encyclopedias" on public websites.

In addition, the most important thing is... Feng Bujue had just confirmed that at this moment, the computer, game pod, telephone, and fax in the house were all out of order... The TV could be turned on, but it couldn't receive any signals, and there were no videos on the hard drive.

"According to the distance from the sun, the order is... Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune." Feng Bujue read from the book, "The seven letters on the film correspond to the first five and the last two planets, and the gap is undoubtedly Saturn." He put down the book and looked up. "The missing letter is S..."

He picked up the film, temporarily placed it on the kitchen counter, and pressed it down with a bowl from the cupboard. "Or is it reminding me of the word 'soil'? Or implying Saturday (Saturn is the root of Saturday)?"

Although he had solved the riddle, it was hard to say what this hint meant...

"So... obviously, there's more than one clue." Feng Bujue said, holding his chin in one hand, "This answer is just a piece of the whole puzzle."

The search resumed, and another ten minutes passed.

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

It was a small blue wall clock, round, flat, with white hands and numbers, made of plastic. It looked like a cheap item that could be bought for less than twenty yuan.

The back of the clock was black, and the design was very simple. On the back of the "twelve o'clock" position, there was a convex slot for hanging. Further down, in the center, was a battery compartment, without a lid, with a size five battery inside. Next to the battery compartment, there was a circular plastic gear, or dial. This was used to adjust the time and was directly connected to the minute hand.

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

To be honest, how bored would someone have to be to find this kind of clue... Even the guys who beat Zelda without looking at a walkthrough weren't this obsessive.

"Is the hint 'hour hand'?" Feng Bujue muttered, "Hour hand... hour hand... Li Shizhen? *Bencao Gangmu*? Jay Chou? Spicy Girl?" His thoughts had broken through the sky in a few seconds.

"Um... the hour hand represents time? Time?" His thoughts returned from spicy hot pot, "No, if it refers to time, the minute hand and second hand can also do it. There are many ways to make me notice the anomaly, such as making the dial reverse." He looked at the clock again, "Is it referring to 'hour'?"

Feng Bujue put the wall clock on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "Assuming this clue refers to the hour or o'clock, then the clue on the film is Saturday?" He pondered, "Hiss... interesting."

With the appearance of the second clue, the situation was still unclear, and it was becoming more and more complex.

Feng Bujue continued to search in the living room. This time he turned over the sofa, moved many pieces of furniture, opened cabinets, pulled out drawers, emptied the refrigerator, and even disassembled many daily necessities, but still found nothing.

"Eh?" Feng Bujue suddenly said as he came to the cat litter, "Why did I use dust just now, and not cat litter..."

It turned out that he didn't have a new idea, he just thought that he could also use cat litter to solve the riddle on the film.

"Why not search this too?" He overturned the plate containing the cat litter and poured the contents on the floor, but there was only a thin layer of cat litter inside, and nothing else was hidden.

"Aha!" Feng Bujue was about to put down the plate and leave, but he saw a hint on the bottom of the plate.

There were two sets of numbers engraved there: 【599】【602】

"Okay, what does this mean..." Feng Bujue said as he squatted there, "602 seems to be related to time, but 599 is a bit of a stretch. Postal code? Phone number? Citizen ID? Secret service code?" His mind was racing.

"Wait..." Something suddenly flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes, he almost jumped up, and muttered urgently, "These are page numbers... pages 599 to 602."

He trotted to the bookshelf, his eyes quickly scanning the shelves. Within two minutes, he had filtered out all books with less than 500 pages based solely on his observation of the thickness.

"Ha... I'm really stupid." Feng Bujue raised his right hand and gently tapped his head, "The answer to the film is 's', and the clock's hint is the same, the answer is just one letter..." He quickly turned his attention to one side of the bookshelf, where all the books beginning with S or H were.

"90% of the books on the bookshelf are in Chinese, apart from those with insufficient pages. You can search according to the first pinyin letter of the first Chinese character of the title, but it is also possible that the hint refers to the first letter of the translated English title..." Just as he thought of this, the name of a book suddenly popped into Feng Bujue's mind.

"Hum... Hehe... Hahaha..." He grinned foolishly, and his constantly moving gaze stopped.

A dozen seconds later, he reached out and pulled a thick book from somewhere on the bookshelf. He took the book to the living room and placed it on the coffee table.

Then, Feng Bujue returned to the kitchen, looked at the dust-covered film, picked it up casually, and threw it into the trash can. Then, he actually took out an aluminum kettle from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, and put it on the gas stove to boil water...

"Um... it will probably take five to ten minutes to boil." Feng Bujue scanned the messy living room again, "I've already found the answer pointed to by these three clues, so the puzzle in the living room should be solved." He turned to look at the bedroom door and said, "I might as well take a look inside in these few minutes."

After making up his mind, Feng Bujue first fetched the mop from home, then walked to the bedroom door and first tried to turn the doorknob, and it worked, it could be opened.

He carefully pushed the door open a crack, and the lights in the bedroom were also on. He stretched the mop in, and probed up, down, left, and right like a minesweeper, making sure it was safe... before pushing the door open.

But after pushing the door open, at the sight of the scene in the bedroom, the first sentence that popped into his mind was "I must have opened it the wrong way."

"Hi~" The beauty on the bed greeted Jue Ge in a delicate voice, full of charm.

The woman was lying on Feng Bujue's bed on her side, wearing only "simple" clothes. Under a transparent gauze nightgown, purple underwear was clearly visible; her fragrant shoulders, slender waist, and two snow-white, slender legs outlined a beautiful arc.

Her long hair was slightly curly like waves, draped behind her head, all the way to Feng Bujue's pillow. Her beauty goes without saying, but the most deadly thing was her pair of charming eyes, with endless amorous feelings flowing between autumn ripples.

"This game is really getting more and more awesome." Feng Bujue solemnly complained.

"Handsome, do you need something?" the beauty asked.

"Maybe... depends on what you need." Feng Bujue replied shamelessly.

"Whatever you need, come over and say it." The beauty patted the edge of the bed, "Come, sit here."

"That..." Feng Bujue came up with an excuse in a quarter of a second, "I'm boiling water..."

"Oh~ You're still shy." The beauty said.

"No, no, no... I'm a very casual person." Feng Bujue said, "The only reason I'm not approaching you is out of consideration for my own safety."

"What? Are you afraid I'll eat you?" The beauty said, pouting her lips slightly, wrinkling her straight nose, and sticking out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips. It can be described as using every possible means to tease.

"Yeah." Feng Bujue nodded. "If it weren't for this, I would have abandoned my reason, restraint, and self-esteem, and casually closed the door."

"What are you talking about?" The beauty said again, twisting her delicate body and seducing the target with all her might.

"I'm talking nonsense with you, and wondering why you don't just attack me directly." Feng Bujue replied, and when he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, "Oh~ I see."

He didn't know what he understood, but as he spoke, he stepped into the bedroom. However, he still did not approach the bed, but stood at a certain distance from the beauty.

"What exactly are you..." Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and stared at the other party vigilantly, "Anyway, I'll guess it sooner or later, or... try it out, why don't you just confess yourself."

In a very short moment, the beauty's expression changed slightly, but she quickly put on a smile again, "What are you talking about... I don't underst..."

"Heh... spit!" Feng Bujue brewed a mouthful of saliva in his mouth and spat it at the other party from a distance.

A second later, the blob of saliva landed on the beauty's thigh...

The room fell silent...

"Um... it seems it's not a ghost." Feng Bujue said seriously.

"What are you doing..." The beauty's face already had an expression that wanted to kill.

"Experimenting." Feng Bujue picked up the air conditioner remote control and the TV remote control, and displayed the two objects in a cross shape to the other party.

Another awkward silence...

"Not a vampire either..." After a dozen seconds, Feng Bujue put down the "cross" and said thoughtfully.

"If you have nothing to do, get ou..." The beauty seemed to want to drive him away.

"Get out of what?" Feng Bujue interrupted, "This is my room." He paused, "But I am indeed going to go out for a while." He showed a malicious expression, "There are several versions of the Bible on the bookshelf outside, when I come back, I'll bring one with me, along with a silver cutlery knife."

"Alright." The beauty sat up and sighed, "A succubus."

"Oh~" Feng Bujue said, "You should have said so earlier." He said after the fact, "I guessed it was this."

"Then why did you spit saliva on me?"

"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue said righteously, "If I stripped naked and lay on your bed in underwear, and struck a seductive pose, wouldn't you spit saliva on me?"

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

The succubus revealed her true form at this time, her skin turned light purple, curly goat horns sprouted from both sides of her forehead, a pair of petite bat wings grew from her back, and a thin, pointed tail grew from her buttocks. Even the clothes on her body changed, becoming a tight-fitting, low-cut leather suit.

"Let me leave, I promise not to hurt you." Since her identity had been exposed, the succubus said bluntly.

"Do you think... after your seduction failed and your identity was exposed by me, is that still believable?" Feng Bujue asked.

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

"Is there anything you can tell me?" Feng Bujue said, "Or is there anything you can give me?"

"What do you want?" The succubus showed an alluring smile again.

"Anyway, not your body." Feng Bujue replied very seriously.

"Hmph... how boring." The succubus reached out to the front of her leather suit, casually took a key from between her breasts, and held it up, "You want this, right?"

"Throw it over." Feng Bujue said directly.

"Come and get it." The succubus replied.

"Ha! Still trying that trick?" Feng Bujue sneered, "Want me to walk into the range of 'the heptagram'? Wishful thinking."

"If I throw the key to you and you just walk away, wouldn't I be trapped here forever?" the succubus retorted.

"Nonsense." Feng Bujue replied in a tough tone, "What if you \[beep—] me after I walk over? Then you kill me and use my brain to paint the array and still escape."

"Seriously, I'm not interested in men like you who use magic circle bedsheets..." The succubus said, lifting the quilt under her body.

It turned out... Jue Ge's bed sheet pattern was actually the magic circle recorded in *The Lesser Key of Solomon* (a medieval grimoire containing rituals and spells for summoning and controlling demons and angels).

This thing, must be mentioned, is a black history...

Young people in the mid-twenty-first century were very happy to show off their personalities. The designs of others could no longer satisfy them with things like mobile phone ringtones, online avatars, and t-shirts. As a result, various DIY-related industries emerged.

Feng Bujue's bed sheet was such a product...

Its birth process was as follows: That day, Feng Bujue ran to a DIY shop, bought a plain bed sheet, and then the boss asked him, what kind of pattern do you want to print on it?

Just as the clerk in the store opened the material document on the computer, preparing for customers to choose, Jue Ge picked up a piece of white paper, and with a wave of his pen, drew a heptagram (a combination of Solomon's Heptagram and Ares's Pentagram, the main body is a heptagon, with an outer ring, and the original scorpion symbol of the Heptagram is replaced by a hexagram inside, and each side contains Latin spells).

The onlookers were stunned at the time. The clerk thought he was a cult member, and the boss vaguely felt that Jue Ge was sent by the tattoo parlor across the street to stir up trouble.

In short... in the complex gazes of a group of people, Jue Ge took this bed sheet home.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't plan to attack me, why do you want me to go over and get it?" Feng Bujue said, "Hurry up and throw it over, otherwise I'll go out and make a bathtub of holy water (holy water is very simple to make, just ordinary water, which can be completed through prayer), load it into a water gun, and come over to torture you."

The succubus looked at Feng Bujue in surprise for a few seconds, then really threw the key to him, "Okay... I'm really not interested in men who have water guns at home."