"..." Feng Bujue recited the six letters engraved on the back of the dentures, "Hmm... are these Magneto's old dentures?" he joked.

He put the dentures into his pocket and took out the soap and small wooden comb from before, reconfirming their item descriptions.

[Name: Dirty Soap]

[Type: Story-Related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can be brought out of the script: Yes]

[Remarks: Roughly made and very crude.]

"The soap and the dentures can both be brought out of the script..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.

[Name: Wooden Comb]

[Type: Story-Related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can be brought out of the script: No]

[Remarks: An ordinary small wooden comb that looks like it has been used for some years.]

"But this comb, and the candle that's already stuck in the middle of the iron bar, can't be brought out of the script," Feng Bujue mused.

For the moment, he didn't know if there was any significance to this difference in attributes, or whether it was just an irrelevant detail, but he silently noted it down.

As mentioned before, Feng Bujue's brain was like a well-organized attic. He knew where to find what he needed; different pieces of information had different priorities, and useless junk was swept away.

And when playing these kinds of high-intensity puzzle scripts, he would put everything he saw right in the middle of the attic, keeping it in constant view. Like a web of clues woven from information, reasoning constantly progressed on this web. As more information was obtained, countless hypotheses would expand, making the web larger and larger, until he solved each of the problems and the web would shrink again, ultimately converging to a single point.

At this moment, the web of clues in Feng Bujue's mind had already spread out. Like many of the best detectives in novels, he had a kind of magical intuition… He could vaguely feel that these items that could be brought out of the script were perhaps the few threads connected to the very core of the web.

"Magnet… Magnet…" Feng Bujue thought, putting all the trivial story items he had at hand into his pockets.

Then, he took out the pipe wrench again and began testing.

This was a very simple test; he was just using the pipe wrench to look for objects with magnetic force.

Feng Bujue first held the pipe wrench, lifting it to a height of about an inch above the pile of garbage on the ground, slowly surveying the area. If there was something like a magnet mixed in, it should have been sucked up, or pulled the pipe wrench down, but nothing happened.

"Okay, the answer and the hint aren't in the same place. That's not surprising," he said with an indifferent expression, standing up and walking toward Cell Number One.

Next, he was going to try the iron doors of the cells. His guess was that maybe one of the doors, or a part of a door, was magnetic. If he couldn't find anything after trying all six doors, he would go back to Cell Zero to try his luck. If that still didn't work, he would have to do another thorough search, using the pipe wrench as a magnetic radar, sticking it to every inch of the walls and floor to find the source of the magnetism.

If he did all of these steps and still couldn't find anything like a magnet, then there was only one way left: to reconsider the meaning of the hint.

Five minutes passed. The iron doors of the first three cells had no magnetic force. Feng Bujue even reached into the food slots and used the pipe wrench to probe the small patch of ground inside the doors, but still to no avail.

When he arrived at the door of Cell Number Four, Feng Bujue began slowly searching, following the usual top-to-bottom routine. This time, when the pipe wrench moved near the small iron window at the top of the iron door, it suddenly reacted.

Feng Bujue followed his intuition and quickly found the source of the magnetic force, "Is it this?"

Cell Number Four was like the other cells; the small window on the door had iron bars, five in total. But the difference was that the middle iron bar in the window of Cell Number Four was magnetic.

The magnetic force was not very strong, not enough to hold the pipe wrench in Feng Bujue's hand in place without it falling, but it was enough to cause a reaction in nearby metal objects.

The iron bar was about twenty centimeters long, and about two fingers thick. If you looked closely, you could notice that there were very serious rust marks on the top and bottom of the iron bar.

Feng Bujue tried to clamp the upper rusty section with the pipe wrench, gripping it tightly. After a few seconds, with a clang, the topmost section of the iron bar was broken off. He did the same with the lower section, breaking it off as well, and took the middle section of the iron bar into his hand.

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

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

Feng Bujue took the magnet and swept it over the garbage pile again, thinking that he might find a pin or a wire or something (although he wasn't sure if that could open the door).

After failing, he returned to Cell Zero. The door to this cell could no longer be locked, and it could be opened and closed freely from both inside and out.

Feng Bujue picked up the strips of cloth on the ground and began to braid a rope. If Little Tan were here, he could definitely do it properly; he made his living with a scalpel, so braiding a rope was obviously a small case.

But Feng Bujue… He knew a little bit about everything, but he wasn't good at doing this.

It was strange, his brain was quite sharp, he was patient, and his hands were steady enough to complete very fine work. But he was completely helpless when it came to weaving and knotting. When he was a child, he spent two months learning how to tie his shoelaces. After learning, he wore running shoes for a year, slipping them on and off. A year later, he forgot how to tie them again…

Getting back to the point, Feng Bujue spent more than ten minutes braiding a rope that was about two meters long and still quite strong. Although he consciously used strips of cloth with similar materials and lengths, the rope was still thick and bizarre...

He repeatedly confirmed the reliability of the rope, and even jumped rope in the corridor for a while… before he felt relieved enough to tie the magnet to one end of the cloth rope.

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

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

"There's still one thing in Cell Zero that hasn't been used..." Feng Bujue walked back, "And after that door is opened, you can return freely. These things probably imply..."