This shower curtain hung on an oval steel frame above the bathtub, with a light blue background and some slightly darker patterns on it. Actually, Feng Bujue didn't use this thing much, but he still relied on his excellent memory and keen observation of details to discover the abnormality of the shower curtain.

"The color and shape of the patterns are different from those in my house..." Feng Bujue muttered, spreading the shower curtain out to examine it carefully.

But he looked for a long time, and he couldn't see what these patterns represented. Although he found that these textures were different from what he remembered, it was useless if he couldn't see the hidden information.

"Could it be that my observation angle is wrong?" Feng Bujue thought, and his hands didn't stop. He turned the shower curtain back and forth, arranging it in various states to check, but still to no avail.

"Wait... observation angle!" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration 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 bathroom lights.

"When I came to this bathroom, the lights were on. Generally speaking, no one would take the initiative to turn off the lighting equipment." Feng Bujue muttered, moving the light of the flashlight to the shower curtain, "So... I couldn'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 appeared.

It turned out that the clue had been right in front of him all along, but he just couldn't "see" it.

The information on the shower curtain could only be identified under light of a specific color. When the white light in the bathroom was on, the clues could not be displayed. But at this moment, the yellow beam of the flashlight successfully revealed some green-bottomed, white-edged letters.

"m...d...d...m...i...i...r..." Feng Bujue found many letters on the shower curtain. He originally 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 were repeated, and the arrangement had no logic.

After he confirmed that he had searched the entire shower curtain, he stroked his chin and said, "Well... there are seven letters in total: A, d, i, k, m, o, r. Repeatedly appearing at different frequencies, and arranged in disorder, what exactly is this..." He took a few steps back and looked at the entire unfolded shower curtain from a distance, "Could it be related to the coordinates of the x and y axes? 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 relatively neat format. A few minutes later, he solved the puzzle.

"So, after arranging them neatly, you just have to eliminate them according to the rules of 'Match Match'," Feng Bujue seemed a little disdainful of this puzzle, but this did not affect him getting the correct answer.

Before long, he had completed the elimination work. All the "d, A, k" on the paper were crossed out, and the remaining letters... as long as their vertical positions were ignored, and they were arranged on the x-axis, they happened to be spaced apart by one grid, and could form a word—mirror.

"After all this trouble, you just want me to look in the mirror..." He came to the sink again, put the flashlight on the edge of the sink, and stared at the mirror.

But he stood like this for more than a minute, and no abnormal reaction occurred.

Feng Bujue thought, "I've stared at the mirror before, and I didn't see any hints or trigger any plot. But now that I've solved the puzzle and look again, why is it still..."

"Eh? Could it be..." He seemed to have an idea again, picked up the notebook again, and looked at the letters he had crossed out, "The letters d, A, k that were eliminated and not left with any... if you add the most frequent r, wouldn't it be..."

Feng Bujue laughed, "Heh... is that what you mean."

The next second, he reached out 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, and there was still a "fierce resentment entrenched" outside the door. In this situation, allowing darkness to engulf oneself undoubtedly required a certain amount of courage.

But Feng Bujue felt no pressure on this. He turned off the flashlight as soon as he said he would, clean and neatly.

It's just standing in a pitch-black bathroom and staring at the mirror, so what? At most, a terrifying picture would suddenly appear, accompanied by some scalp-numbing, miserable sound effects, so what? Trying to scare people to death?

"What will it be..." Feng Bujue muttered in front of the mirror. Although it was pitch black in front of him, he still kept his eyes open, staring directly at the direction of the mirror.

Five or six seconds later, something happened as expected.

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

The appearance of this face was exactly the same as Feng Bujue's, but it was obviously not a mirror image, because when Jue-ge saw this face, he turned his neck a few times and made some obvious expressions, but the face in the mirror did not move with him.

That face made eye contact with Feng Bujue through the mirror, and also showed a smile that was not a smile. An ordinary person in the dark, seeing this scene, would definitely be horrified. But Feng Bujue just watched silently, waiting for the next change.

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

His voice was also completely the same as Jue-ge's...

"I am a novelist who is obsessed with bizarre and terrifying stories."

He paused briefly every time he said a sentence.

"I live alone in a big house."

"Writing absurd stories day after day."

"I look at the sky under the afterglow of the setting sun, but I seem to see the sea of blood in the depths of hell."

"I stand by the window and listen, and I can clearly hear the wailing of those who are about to die."

"Have you seen the drain? The color inside is different every day. Sometimes it's as red as blood, sometimes it's as green as pus, and sometimes it's as yellow as bile... That's actually the river of hell, shimmering with terrible neon."

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

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

"I realize that maybe I don't live in the human world, but in hell."

"Am I crazy?"

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

"Hehehe... hahahaha..." Feng Bujue actually laughed at the mirror, and then imitated the other party's tone and voice, humming along with a melody that didn't fluctuate much, "Scream, groan, oh hell, that endless darkness~ Fairies, monsters, and ghosts, holding severed heads waiting for your visit~ Go down, go down, humans, fall down quickly..."

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

"What? Do you want to listen again?" Feng Bujue said again, "Go down, go down, oh hell, that endless darkness~ Burn, drown, unable to live, unable to die~ Humans~ Fall down quickly... fall to the bottom of hell, listen~ The dead begin to sing, in the pool of blood, in the sea of fire, on the mountain of needles..."

"Enough." The face in the mirror interrupted.

Feng Bujue snorted coldly, stopped, and said very calmly: "When I was nine years old, I watched *Hell Lullaby*. I was too young back then, and I was really depressed for three days." He paused, "I had already forgotten about that memory, but the impression of fear is still there. It's indeed a good strategy for you to induce my fear in this way, but unfortunately..." He shook his head with a helpless expression, "Now, under your guidance, I can only clearly recall the scenes and lines from that comic, but I can't feel any fear at all."

Hearing this, the face in the mirror began to change. He became the image of a middle-aged European man, bald, beardless, but with rather long eyebrows. And the strangest thing about this face was that his skin was bluish-white, as if he had been soaked in formalin for a long, long time...

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

"Second?" Feng Bujue asked, "Does the letters on the shower curtain count as the first?"

"That's right." The other party replied, "In the triple test of 'Wisdom', 'Courage', and 'Benevolence', you have..."

"Wowwowow... wait a minute..." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, "I haven't finished asking yet, don't start explaining the setting on your own." He said in a firm tone, "You have to answer me at least one question first—can I turn on the light?"

The face in the mirror replied, "Um... you can."

Feng Bujue groped for the door and turned on the light switch, then returned to the mirror and asked: "Okay, may I ask who you are? Sato?"

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

"Alien Sato." Feng Bujue said in a matter-of-course 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 still looked blank.

"Uh... I don't know what you're talking about..." That face stammered.

"Then forget it." Feng Bujue interrupted again very rudely, "It's good if you haven't seen it, that theme song is super brainwashing, once you've heard it, it's hard to get it out of your head."

"That... I'm the 'Boss's' assistant, Magic Mirror." Magic Mirror didn't know how to respond to Feng Bujue, so he could only try to bring the topic back on track.

"Oh, so your main body is the face in the mirror, not the mirror itself." Feng Bujue replied.

"You could say that..."

"Tell me... what is your relationship with Zang Jingren (one of the three giants of Jin Guang Budai Opera)?"

"Who is Zang Jingren..."

"You can read my memory, but you don't know about Power Rangers and Zang Jingren?" Feng Bujue suddenly asked.

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

Magic Mirror replied: "I only see a very limited number of fragments, and I can't see all of your memory."

"Um... okay." Feng Bujue got the answer he wanted, felt a lot more confident, and said with a smile, "Now, you can talk about the third test."