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 approached the TV screen for a closer look and discovered several unusual marks on the film. He immediately peeled it off the TV and held it up to the light, but still couldn't decipher the meaning of the information on it.

"The film itself is transparent, and the indentations on the marks aren't obvious..." he mused 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 checked the machine and found that the dust bag was half full. He immediately felt hopeful, took the film, spread it out, and evenly sprinkled the dust on it.

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

"Ha... reminds me of playing with sand paintings when I was a kid," Feng Bujue said, clapping the dust off his hands. He then looked at the letters and said, "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', while the other letters were equally spaced.

"Seven letters, what do they mean?" Feng Bujue muttered. "The first letters of the *Huluwa*'s English names?" He said jokingly, but that gave him an idea.

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

Actually, Brother Jue's astronomical knowledge was pretty average... But luckily, he at least knew the order of the eight planets and the English spellings of six of them (he wasn't sure of the exact spellings of Uranus and Neptune, but he remembered the first letters of the two words).

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

Feng Bujue's bookshelf, like his brain, was organized in a very orderly way. Books were categorized in various places according to multiple priorities such as alphabet, category, and year. No matter what information he wanted to find, he could immediately locate the relevant book.

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

Of course, Feng Bujue usually looked up many things online, but he firmly believed that the internet wasn't omnipotent. Humans couldn't input all the information in the world into computers, let alone guarantee that all the information inputted could be found online. Besides, the content of many textbooks, reference books, or manuals was far more detailed and accurate than the "encyclopedias" on public websites.

In addition, the most important thing was... Feng Bujue had just confirmed that at the moment, the computer, game pod, telephone, and fax machine in the house were all out of order... The TV could be turned on, but it couldn't receive any signal, and there were no recordings 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 one with the gap is undoubtedly Saturn." He put down the book and said, "The missing letter is 's'..."

He picked up the film, temporarily placed it on the kitchen counter, and used a bowl from the cupboard to hold it down. "Or is it hinting at... 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, stroking his chin with one hand. "This answer is just one piece of the 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 simple. At the "twelve o'clock" position, there was a convex slot for hanging. Further down, in the center, was a battery compartment without a cover, containing a No. 5 battery. Next to the battery compartment 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 found was... when turning the dial on the back of the clock, it wasn't the minute hand that moved, but the hour hand.

Honestly, how much of a pain in the ass would someone have to be to find this kind of clue... Even the guys who beat *The Legend of Zelda* without looking at a walkthrough weren't this extreme.

"Is the hint 'hour hand'?" Feng Bujue muttered. "Hour hand... hour hand... Li Shizhen? *Bencao Gangmu*? Jay Chou? Spicy girls are spicy?" His mind had already broken through the sky in a few seconds.

"Um... hour hand, represents time? Time?" His thoughts returned from the spicy hot pot. "No, if it refers to time, the minute hand and second hand could also work. 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 hours 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 increasingly complex.

Feng Bujue continued to search the living room. This time, he flipped over the sofa, moved a lot of furniture, opened the cabinets, pulled out the drawers, emptied the refrigerator, and even disassembled many everyday items, but still found nothing.

"Eh?" Feng Bujue suddenly said as he came to the cat litter box. "Why did I use dust just now, instead of cat litter..."

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

"Might as well search this too." He overturned the plate containing the cat litter and poured the contents onto 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 when he saw a hint on the bottom of the plate.

Two sets of numbers were engraved there: [599] [602]

"Ok, what does this mean..." Feng Bujue said, squatting there. "602 seems to be related to time, but 599 is a bit of a stretch. Zip code? Phone number? Citizen ID? Code name of ***?" His mind was racing.

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

He trotted to the bookshelf, his eyes moving quickly across the shelves. Within two minutes, he had filtered out all books with fewer than 500 pages based solely on observing their thickness.

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

"90% of the books on the bookshelf are in Chinese, setting aside those with insufficient pages. You can search according to the first pinyin letter of the first Chinese character of the title, but it can't be ruled out that the hint refers to the first letter of the English translation of the title..." Just as he thought of this, the name of a book suddenly popped into Feng Bujue's mind.

"Hum... hehe... hahaha..." He chuckled foolishly, and his constantly moving gaze stopped.

A dozen seconds later, he reached out and pulled a thick book from a certain spot 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, and threw it into the trash can. Then, he actually took an aluminum kettle from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, put it on the gas stove, and started boiling 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 riddle in the living room should be considered solved." He turned his head and looked at the door of the bedroom, and said, "I might as well take a look inside during these few minutes."

Having made up his mind, Feng Bujue first went to get the mop from the house, then walked to the door of the bedroom. He first tried to turn the doorknob, and it was fine, it could be opened.

He cautiously pushed the door open a crack. The light in the bedroom was also on. He stretched the mop in and probed up, down, left, and right like a minesweeper, confirming that it was safe... then he pushed the door open.

But after pushing the door open, upon seeing the scene in the bedroom, a sentence immediately popped into his head: "I must have opened it the wrong way."

"Hi~" A beautiful woman on the bed greeted Brother Jue in a delicate voice, full of flirtation.

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

Her long hair was slightly curled like waves, draped behind her head, all the way to Feng Bujue's pillow. Her beauty went without saying, but the most deadly thing was her pair of captivating eyes, which flowed with infinite charm.

"This game is getting more and more awesome," Feng Bujue spat out with a solemn expression.

"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 on, sit here."

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

"Yo~ You're quite shy," the beauty said.

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

"What? Are you afraid I'll eat you?" As the beauty spoke, she slightly pouted her lips, wrinkled her upright, delicate nose, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips. She was doing everything she could to seduce her target.

"Yeah." Feng Bujue nodded. "If I wasn't worried about that, I would have abandoned reason, restraint, and self-respect a long time ago, and conveniently closed the door."

"What are you talking about?" the beauty said again, twisting her delicate body and sparing no effort to tempt her target.

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

He didn't know what he understood. As he spoke, he stepped into the bedroom. However, he still didn't 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... I'll test it out, why don't you just confess yourself."

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

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

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

The room fell silent...

"Um... looks like it's not a ghost," Feng Bujue said seriously.

"What are you doing..." The beauty's face already had a murderous expression.

"Experimenting." Feng Bujue then picked up the air conditioner remote control and the TV remote control, crossed the two objects into a cross shape, and showed them to the other party.

Again, 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 kick him out.

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

"Alright," the beauty sat up and sighed. "Succubus."

"Oh~" Feng Bujue said. "You should have said so earlier." He said belatedly, "I guessed it was this all along."

"Then why did you spit on me?"

"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue said righteously. "If I took off all my clothes and lay on your bed wearing underwear, and struck seductive poses, would you spit on me?"

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

The succubus then revealed her true form. The skin of her whole body turned light purple, curved goat horns emerged from both sides of her forehead, a pair of small bat wings grew from her back, and a thin, pointed tail grew from her buttocks. Even the clothes on her body changed with her, becoming a set of tight-fitting, low-cut leather clothes.

"If you let me leave, I promise not to hurt you," the succubus said bluntly, since her identity had already been exposed.

"Do you think... after you failed to seduce and kill me, and your identity has been revealed by me, is that still credible?" Feng Bujue asked.

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

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

"What do you want?" The succubus showed a bewitching smile again.

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

"Hum... so boring." The succubus reached towards the front of her leather clothes, nonchalantly took a key from between her breasts, and held it up, "You want this, right?"

"Throw it over here," Feng Bujue said directly.

"Come and get it," the succubus replied.

"Ha! Still playing that game?" Feng Bujue sneered. "Want me to walk into 'the heptagram'? Keep dreaming."

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

"Nonsense," Feng Bujue replied in a firm tone. "What if I walk over and get 【BEEP—】 by you? Then you kill me and use my brain juice to smear the formation, wouldn't you still run away?"

"Seriously, I'm not interested in men like you who use magic circle bed sheets..." The succubus said as she lifted up the quilt under her.

It turned out... the pattern on Brother Jue's bed sheet 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, it must be mentioned, is a black history...

Young people in the mid-21st century were very happy to show off their individuality, such as cell phone ringtones, online avatars, patterns on T-shirts, etc., and other people's designs could no longer satisfy them. Thus, various DIY-related industries emerged.

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

The process of its birth was as follows: That day, Feng Bujue ran to a DIY shop, bought a plain-colored bed sheet, and the boss asked him what kind of pattern he wanted to print on it.

Just as the shop assistant opened the material document on the computer, preparing for the customer to choose, Brother Jue picked up a piece of white paper, took a pen, and drew a the heptagram (a combination of Solomon's Greater Heptagram and the Ares Pentagram, the main body is a heptagon, with an outer ring, and a hexagram replaces the original scorpion symbol of the Greater Heptagram, and each side contains Latin spells).

The onlookers were stunned at the time. The shop assistant thought he was a cult member, while the boss vaguely felt that Brother Jue had been hired by the tattoo shop across the street to challenge them.

In short... under the complicated gazes of a group of people, Brother Jue took this bed sheet home.

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

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