That cup of coffee noticeably restored Feng Bujue's stamina. It seemed that some "foods" in the script had hidden recovery functions.

"In that case... the snacks sold in the Mall aren't just to satisfy players' cravings or for looking cool." Feng Bujue glanced at his status in the game menu and muttered to himself, "But snack items have no descriptions. I guess I'll have to test them myself in the script to figure out which food has which non-explicit attribute..."

As he spoke, he pulled out a packet of beef jerky from his pocket. He had bought this along with the small tools at a convenience store near the testing building. He hadn't even counted it as an item when he was inventorying his belongings in the bathroom.

He had only bought the snack to play dumb. Back then, Brother Jue's true gamer nature hadn't been revealed, and he didn't want to tell his teammates that he had bought a bunch of useful tools, so he bought a snack as a cover.

Perhaps due to some rule in the script, even after being washed by the waterfall, none of the items that weren't put into his knapsack were lost. When Feng Bujue got out of the bathtub, all the items were still in his coat pocket.

"Will my state of 'Misfortune' cause me to choke to death on this snack..." Feng Bujue wondered after tearing open the package. But he didn't dwell on it, just shrugged and stuffed a piece of beef jerky into his mouth.

As he chewed, he thought about the contents of pages 599-602: "This is my memory space. Except for the puzzles added by the system, everything here should be simulated from my memories. That means... the words in this book, including the contents of the astronomy book I just looked at, were originally in my head..."

Feng Bujue turned his gaze to the bookshelf again, thinking, "My memory isn't bad. I remember most of what I've seen. In this space, even information that only exists in my subconscious should be reproducible..."

By this point, Feng Bujue had wolfed down most of the beef jerky. He glanced at the game menu. Sure enough, his Survival Value had increased by 5% in the process. Although the amount wasn't much, it was indeed an extra recovery beyond natural regeneration. Accounting for the correction during this time, Feng Bujue's stamina had reached 42%, basically out of the danger zone.

Seeing this, he simply tilted his head back and swallowed the rest of the beef jerky in the bag in one gulp. Then he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

He threw the empty bag into the trash can, washed his hands, and dried them with a towel.

Then, he went to the bookshelf and picked out a book. It was a book on botany that he rarely read.

"Hmm... as expected." Feng Bujue flipped directly to the latter half of the book. The words before him were blurry and difficult to make out.

He flipped the book to the beginning. The table of contents was normal, and he could see everything clearly. But when he flipped to the actual chapters, he could only see snippets of many sections. The blurry parts took up the majority.

"Things that I have completely forgotten, or information that I have never seen, cannot be reproduced." Feng Bujue closed the book and looked back at *The Complete Sherlock Holmes* on the coffee table. "I can remember the contents of *Sherlock Holmes* in detail, so the entire book has been reproduced." He muttered to himself, "Since it's information that I already know, the game's hint to check the text on pages 599-602 isn't actually asking me to read the book, but..."

He returned to the sofa and opened the thick book again. "When searching the house, I treated my home as an unfamiliar environment to make a breakthrough. So now... I shouldn't treat this book as a detective novel that I've read, but as a pure game clue item."

After changing his mindset, Feng Bujue picked up the book, separated the page 599-600 from the rest of the book, and shone a flashlight on it. "Hmm... the text doesn't change when light shines through." He tried turning the book upside down and looking at it from the side, but still didn't see anything.

"Soaking it in water or burning it are irreversible testing methods." He muttered, "This paper isn't too thick, so there's probably no hidden layer in the middle."

Once a puzzle falls into a dead end, it's best to step back and see if there's any overlooked information, or to look for a new path.

So, Feng Bujue re-listed the items he had obtained after entering the script that he hadn't used yet: "What I obtained in the testing building that I haven't used so far is... a folding knife, a lighter, a Nokia, and... a match..."

Thinking of this, he took out the match and examined it. "The combination of the Nokia and the knife can also start a fire (a lithium battery can be used to start a fire)... but, on the surface, the two items with obvious functional overlap are undoubtedly the lighter and the match."

Feng Bujue thought of this, picked up the lighter, and flicked its wheel. A flame immediately appeared. "Hmm... it still works." This was expected, because he had put the item into his knapsack and taken it out again in the bathroom. Even if it had malfunctioned earlier due to being soaked in water, that was no longer a problem.

"In this room, there are many ways to start a fire. There's a gas stove, and so many electrical wires. I could even use some of the food in the refrigerator to create a chemical reaction to start a fire." Feng Bujue thought, "The lighter here has lost its functional 'uniqueness'. But... what about the match..." His gaze returned to the match. "Besides starting a fire, it seems like it could also be related to 'match puzzles'..." The puzzles he was referring to were those fun math problems like "Move one matchstick in the picture to make the equation true."

"Hmm... it doesn't seem to be related to the puzzle at hand." He was about to put down the match when he suddenly thought, "Wait... this is the match held by 'The Little Match Girl', could it be..."

"As we all know, in that fairy tale, every time the little girl lit a match, she could see a beautiful illusion combined with the scenery around her..."

A new hypothesis sprouted in Feng Bujue's mind. He immediately got up, turned off the lights in the living room, returned to the sofa, and opened the book to page 600. He took a deep breath, held the match, and muttered, "Hopefully this won't be a waste..."

*Scratch—*

Feng Bujue struck the match against the rough surface of the coffee table, igniting this plot item.

The moment the light flared, a three-dimensional image that seemed like a real scene immediately appeared on the open page. And Feng Bujue, like an immersive viewer, heard the rumbling of a waterfall in his ears...