“……” Feng Bujue read out the six letters engraved on the back of the denture, “Hmm… is this a denture Magneto used?” He joked.

He put the denture in his pocket, then took out the soap and small wooden comb he had looked at earlier, and reconfirmed the item descriptions.

【Name: Dirty Soap】

【Type: Story-Related】

【Quality: Common】

【Function: Unknown】

【Can be brought out of the script: Yes】

【Remarks: Crude and shoddily made.】

“The soap, like this denture, can be brought out of the script…” Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.

【Name: Wooden Comb】

【Type: Story-Related】

【Quality: Common】

【Function: Unknown】

【Can be brought out of the script: No】

【Remarks: An ordinary little wooden comb, looks like it has been used for several years】

“But this comb, and the candle that’s already stuck in the middle of the iron bar, cannot be brought out of the script.” Feng Bujue pondered.

For now, he didn't know what significance this difference in attributes, whether something could be brought out of the script, had. Perhaps it was just an unimportant matter, but he still silently noted it down.

As mentioned before, Feng Bujue’s brain was like a well-organized attic, and he knew where to find what he needed. Different information had different priorities, and useless garbage was swept away.

When playing this kind of high-intensity puzzle script, he would put everything he saw in the very center of the attic, keeping it in a constantly visible state. Like a web of clues woven from information, reasoning would constantly take place on this web. As more information was obtained, countless hypotheses would expand, making the web larger and larger. Until he solved those problems one by one, the web would shrink again, and finally converge to a single point.

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

“Magnet… magnet…” While Feng Bujue was thinking, he had already put all the trivial story items at hand into his pockets.

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

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

Feng Bujue first held the pipe wrench and hovered it a few inches above the pile of garbage on the ground, slowly moving it around. If there were things like magnets mixed in, they should be sucked up, or the pipe wrench should be pulled down, but there was nothing.

“Okay, the answer and the clue aren't in the same place, that’s not surprising.” He showed an inscrutable expression, stood up, and walked towards cell number one.

Next, he was going to test the iron doors of those cells. His speculation was that perhaps one of the doors, or a certain part of the door, was magnetic. If he couldn’t find anything after trying all six doors, he would go back to cell zero and try his luck. If that still didn't work, then he could only conduct another carpet search, using the pipe wrench as a magnetic radar to stick to every inch of the walls and floor to find where the magnetic source was.

If all of the above steps were completed and he still hadn't found anything like a magnet, then there was only one way left, which was to reconsider the meaning of this clue.

Five minutes passed, and the iron doors of the first three cells had no magnetic force. Feng Bujue even reached into the food slot and probed the small area of ​​ground inside the door with the pipe wrench, but still to no avail.

When he reached the door of cell number four, Feng Bujue still followed the usual practice of searching slowly from top to bottom. This time, when the pipe wrench moved near the small iron window above the iron door, there was suddenly a reaction.

Feng Bujue followed his feeling and quickly found the source of this magnetic force, “Is it this one…”

Cell number four was the same as the other cells, with iron bars on the small window of the door, five in total. But the difference was that the iron bar in the very center of the window of cell number four was magnetic.

The magnetic force was not very strong, not enough to attract the pipe wrench in Feng Bujue's hand to it without it falling, but it was enough to make nearby metal objects react.

This iron bar was about twenty centimeters long and about the thickness of two fingers put together. Looking closer, one could notice that the top and bottom of this iron bar each had a section of very severe rust.

Feng Bujue tried to clamp the rusty mark on the top with the pipe wrench, and clamped it hard. After a few seconds, with a clang, the top section of the iron bar was broken off. He did the same to break off the bottom section, and took the middle section of the iron bar in his hand.

“So… I now have a cylindrical magnet that is 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 passed it over the pile of garbage again, thinking that maybe he could find bobby pins, wire, or something like that (although he wasn’t sure if this could pry the door open).

After failing, he returned to cell zero. The door of this cell could no longer be locked, and could be opened and closed freely whether inside or outside.

Feng Bujue picked up the shredded cloth on the ground and began to weave a rope. If Xiao Tan was doing this, he would definitely be able to do it properly. After all, the guy made a living with a scalpel, so weaving a rope was obviously a small case.

But Feng Bujue… he could do everything, but he wasn’t good at this.

It’s strange, he was quite smart, had good patience, and his hands were steady, so he could complete very precise work. But he was very bad at weaving and knotting. When he was a child, he spent two months learning to tie his shoelaces. After he learned, he wore running shoes for a year, slipping them on and off. A year later, he forgot how to tie them again…

Back to the main topic, Feng Bujue spent more than ten minutes weaving a rope about two meters long that was still relatively strong. Although he consciously used cloth strips of similar material and length, the rope was still woven thick and bizarre…

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

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