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"Mom G......" Feng unconsciously read out the six letters engraved on the back of the dentures, "Hmm...... This is Magneto's used denture? He said half-jokingly.

He tucked his dentures into the pockets of his clothes, pulled out his old soap and small wooden comb, and double-checked the description.

Name: Dirty soap

Genre: Drama related

Quality: Normal

Feature: Unknown

Can you bring out the script: Yes

Remarks: Shoddy workmanship and very rudimentary workmanship.

"Soap, like this pair of dentures, can bring out the script......" Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.

Name: Wooden comb

Genre: Drama related

Quality: Normal

Feature: Unknown

Can the script be brought out: No

Notes: A plain little wooden comb that looks like it has been in use for some years

"But this comb, and the candle that has been stuck in the middle of the iron bar, can't bring out the script." Feng Bujue groaned.

At present, he doesn't know if this can bring out the significance of the difference in attributes of the script, maybe it's just an inconsequential matter, but he still silently wrote it down.

As mentioned earlier, the unaware brain is like an organized attic, he knows where to find what he needs, different information has different priorities, and useless garbage is swept away.

And when playing this kind of high-intensity decryption script, he will put everything he sees in front of him in the middle of the attic, and keep it visible at any time. It's like a web of clues intertwined with information, and reasoning is constantly going on in this web. As more information is obtained, countless hypotheses are expanded, making the web bigger and bigger. Until he solves all those problems, the net will shrink again and eventually come to a point.

At this moment, the network of clues in Feng Buju's mind has opened, and he is the same as the best detective in many novels. There is a magical intuition...... He could vaguely feel that these few items that could bring out the script might be the threads that connected to the core of the clue network.

"Magnet...... Magnet ......" Feng didn't think about it, and he had already put all the trivial plot items at hand into his clothes pocket.

Then, again, he took out the pipe wrench. Tests began.

It's a very simple test. He was just using a pipe wrench to look for objects with magnetic forces.

Feng Bujue first held the pipe wrench in his hand, held it to a height of inches above the puddle of garbage on the ground, and slowly swam again. If there's something like a magnet mixed in there, it should be sucked up. Or suck the wrench down, but it doesn't.

"Well, it's not surprising that the answer and the hint aren't in the same place." He gave a noncommittal expression and stood up. Walk towards cell one.

Next, he was ready to test the iron doors of the cells. His speculation was that perhaps a certain door, or a part of it, was magnetic. If he can't find all six doors, he's going to try his luck back in cell zero. If that doesn't work, then he has to conduct another carpet search, using the pipe wrench as a magnetic radar, sticking to every inch of the wall and floor to find out where the magnetic source is.

All of the above steps are done. If you still don't find anything like a magnet, then there is only one way left, which is to reconsider the meaning of the hint of Mom.

Five minutes passed, and the iron doors of the first three cells had no magnetic force, and Feng Buyi even put his hand into the food delivery port. I also probed the small piece of ground inside the door with a pipe wrench, but to no avail.

When he arrived at the door of cell No. 4, Feng Bujue still followed the practice from top to bottom and began to search slowly. This time. When the pipe wrench moved near the small iron window above the iron door, there was a sudden reaction.

Feng didn't feel it. Soon found the source of this magnetic force, "Is this the root......

Cell 4, like the others, had a small window with an iron bar, five in number. But the difference is that the iron grille in the middle of the window of cell 4 is magnetic.

Its magnetic force is not very strong, not enough to attach the pipe wrench in Feng Bujue's hand to it without falling, but it is enough to cause the approaching metal object to react.

This iron fence is about 20 centimeters long, about two fingers together, and if you look closely, you can notice that there is a section of rust on the top and bottom of this iron fence that is very tight.

Feng Bujue tried to clamp the rust mark on it with a pipe wrench and clamped it hard, so that after a few seconds, with a bang, the top section of the iron grille was clamped off. He did the same, broke the section below, took off the middle of the iron grate, and took it in his hand.

"So...... I now have a cylindrical magnet that is more than ten centimeters long. Feng Bujue said: "Sowhat? ”

In fact, what to do next is in front of us...... Use a magnet to find the key.

Feng unconsciously took the magnet again and sucked it on top of the garbage heap, thinking that he might be able to find pins, wires, or the like (although he couldn't pry the door at all).

After failing to do so, he returned to cell zero. The door to this cell can no longer be locked, and can be opened and closed freely inside and out.

Feng Bujue picked up the rags on the ground and began to weave rope. If you let Xiao Si do this work, it will definitely be done properly, people eat with scalpels, and the braided rope is obviously a little castringent.

But I didn't feel it...... He can do anything, but he's not good at it.

Strange to say, he has a good brain, patience is good, his hands are steady, and he can complete very delicate work. When I was a child, I learned to tie my shoelaces for two months, and after learning to wear running shoes for a year, I put them in and out, and I forgot to tie them after a year......

To get back to the point, it took Feng Bujue more than ten minutes to weave a rope of about two meters and quite strong. Although he consciously used strips of cloth of similar material and length, the rope was still thick and strangely braided......

He had repeatedly confirmed the reliability of the rope, and even jumped in the hallway for a while...... I was relieved to tie the magnet to one end of the cloth rope.

Then, as if he were fishing, he threw the cloth rope and the magnet into it, and then pulled it back. After about 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 that ...... "After numerous failed attempts, his train of thought has returned somewhere."

"There's still one thing in cell zero that I didn't use...... Feng Bujue walked all the way back: "And after that door is opened, you can return freely, which probably implies ......" (to be continued)