Chapter 310 Invade the Brain Cell (17)

The shower curtain hangs on an oval steel frame above the bathtub, with a light blue background and dotted with darker patterns. In fact, Feng Bujue didn't usually use this thing, but he still discovered the unusual of the shower curtain with his excellent memory and keen observation of details.

 

"The colour and shape of the pattern are different from those of my home..." Feng Bujue murmured and opened the shower curtain to examine it.

 

But after watching it for a long time, he couldn't see what these patterns represented. Although he discovered that these textures are different from what he remembered, if he couldn't see the hidden hint, he would still not proceed.

 

"Is the angle of my observation wrong?" Feng Bujue thought while keep checking the shower curtain upside down and placed it in various states. Yet, he still failed.

 

"Wait... observation angle!" Suddenly, a possibility jumped through his mind.

 

He immediately took the flashlight out of his pocket and turned it on. Then he walked to the door and turned off the light in the bathroom.

 

"When I came to this bathroom, the light was turned on. Generally speaking, no one would actively turn off the lighting equipment." Feng Bujue murmured while moving the flashlight light to the shower curtain. "So... I couldn't see this."

 

At this time, the darkest part of the pattern became very conspicuous green, and some white textures also emerged.

 

It turned out that the clue was always in front of him, but he couldn't "see" it.

 

The information on that shower curtain can only be recognized under certain colours of light. When the white light in the bathroom is on, no clue is displayed. At this moment, the yellow light of the flashlight succeeded in showing some letters with green borders and white borders.

 

"M...D...D...M...I...I...R..." Feng Bujue found many letters on the shower curtain. He thought that these could form words or sentences, but he read it for a while and found that it was not the case, because most of the letters were repeated. Also, there was no logic to arrange them.

 

After he confirmed that he had searched the entire shower curtain, he touched his chin and said, "Well... there are seven letters A, D, I, K, M, O, and R. They appear repeatedly and disorderly at different frequencies. This is..." He took a few steps back, looking at the unfolded shower curtain, "Is it related to the coordinates of the XY axis? Or is this a three-dimensional figure? Or...oh!"

 

Before he finished speaking, he saw the clue. He quickly took out his notebook and pen to write down the letters on the shower curtain in a neater format. After a few minutes, he solved the puzzle.

 

"Thus I only need to do the puzzle according to the rules of ‘Supperzzle’…” Feng Bujue seems to be a little dismissive of this puzzle, but this did not affect him to get the correct answer.

 

Not long after, he has completed the work. All the "D, A, K" on the paper have been obliterated, and the remaining letters... as long as he ignored their position, they can form a word-MIRROR.

 

"Need me to look at the mirror right..." He came to the washbasin again, put the flashlight beside and staring toward the mirror.

 

But he stood like this for more than a minute, nothing happened.

 

Feng Bujue thought: "I have also looked at the mirror before, I have not seen any prompts, nor triggered any plots. But now I have solved the puzzles and then look at it, why is it still..."

 

"Eh? Could it be..." He seemed to have another idea. He picked up the notebook again, looked at the letters that he had crossed, "The letters D, A, K left... with the most frequent R, it’s..."

 

Feng Bujue laughed, "Oh… There we go."

 

Then, he turned off the flashlight without hesitation.

 

Other ones might hesitate for a while before doing this. After all, it is a small space alone, and there is a "fierce complaint spirit" outside the door. Under such circumstances, courage is required to close the light, but Feng Bujue had no pressure about it.

 

Isn't it just standing in a dark bathroom and looking at the mirror, what's the matter? At most, a jump scare suddenly pops up, with some kind of horrible sound effect, so what?

 

"What could it be..." Feng Bujue stood in front of the mirror and muttered. Although he can see nothing, he still stared steadily to the mirror.

 

After five or six seconds, something happened.

 

The surface of the mirror was lit by a faint blue light, a face appeared in the mirror.

 

This face looks the same as Feng Bujue, but it is obviously not a reflection, because when Feng Bujue saw this face, he turned his neck a few times and made a few more obvious expressions, but the face in the mirror didn’t change.

 

The face seems was smiling at Feng Bujue, which made the scene creeper. But Feng Bujue just watched silently, waiting for further change.

 

After another ten seconds, "Feng Bujue" in the mirror began to speak: "My name is Feng Bujue."

 

His voice is the same as Feng Bujue...

 

"I am a writer addicted to mysteries and horror stories."

 

Every time he said a line, he made a short pause.

 

"I live alone in a big house."

 

"Day after day, ridiculous stories are written."

 

"Looking at the sky under the setting sun, it seems to be the sea of ​​blood deep in hell."

 

"Standing in front of the window, I could hear the wail of those dying clearly."

 

"Have you seen the gutter? The colour inside is different every day. Sometimes it is red like blood, sometimes it is green like pus, sometimes it is yellow like bile... that is actually the river of hell with terrible neon lights."

 

"The noise of the factory is mixed with the echoes of the ground, floating above the city."

 

"The stench in the air smells like a giant monster vomiting..."

 

"I suddenly realizing that maybe I didn't live in the world, but in hell."

 

"Am I crazy?"

 

After saying this sentence by sentence, the face returned to silence. It looked at Feng Bujue and seemed to be waiting for an answer.

 

"Hahaha..." Somehow, Feng Bujue started to laugh toward the mirror, humming with unclear melody with the same tone: "Screaming, moaning, The endless darkness of hell~ Headless ghosts, monsters and evil spirits, waiting for you to come~ Let’s go, go down, human, fall..."

 

After hearing this ballad, the face in the mirror showed an overwhelmed look.

 

"Why? Would you more?" Feng Bujue said again: "Go down, go down, the endless darkness of hell~ Fire, flood, no life nor death~ Human~ Fall... come to the bottom of hell, listen~ the dead are singing, in the pool of blood, in the sea of ​​fire, in the mountain of needle..."

 

"Enough." The face in the mirror interrupted.

 

Feng Bujue snorted with a very calm tone: "At the age of nine, I watched "Lullabies of Hell". 1) At that time, I was too young and depressed for some days." He paused. " I have forgotten that memory for a long time, but the impression of fear is still there. It is indeed a good strategy to induce my fear in this way. It is a pity..." He shook his head helplessly: " Today, under your guidance, I can only clearly recall the scenes and lines in the comics, but the feeling of fear was totally gone."

 

After hearing the words, the face in the mirror began to change. It became the image of a middle-aged European man. He was bald, no beards with rather long eyebrows. The weirdest thing about this face is that his skin is bluish-white like it has been soaked in formalin for a long time...

 

"Fine, stop." The voice of it also changed: "You have passed the second test."

 

"The second one?" Feng Bujue asked. "Letters on the curtain is the first one?"

 

"Yes." The face replied, "In the tests of "Wisdom", "Courage" and "Benevolence", you have..."

 

"OOO... Wait, wait..." Feng Bujue interrupted it: "I haven't finished asking, don't start the setting without permission." He said firmly, "You must answer at least one question first. — Can I turn on the light?”

 

The face in the mirror replied: "Well... Sure."

 

Feng Bujue touched the door, turned on the light switch, then returned to the mirror and asked, "Well, may I ask who you are? Zordon?"

 

"Ah?" The face in the mirror was stunned. "Who is Zordon?"

 

"Zordon the Alien!" Feng Bujue said in a natural tone: "Poer Ranger's commander, the face in the glass column." He said three different names, but the face still looks inexplicable.

 

"Uh... I don't know what you're talking about..." It replied hesitantly.

 

"Never mind.” Feng Bujue interrupted impolitely again: "It's okay that you haven't seen it. The theme was brainwashing, it’s hard to forget after hearing it."

 

"Umm... I'm the assistant of 'Boss', Magic Mirror." Magic Mirror can't follow Feng Bujue, thus he decided to bring the topic back.

 

"Oh, it turns out that you are the face in the mirror, not the mirror itself." Feng Bujue said.

 

"You could say that..."

 

"Then... what is your relationship with the Man Behind the Mirror (one of the main characters in Golden Light Puppet Show)?"

 

"Who is the Man Behind the Mirror..."

 

"You can read my memory, but you don't know Poer Ranger and Golden Light Puppet Show?" Feng Bujue asked suddenly.

 

It turns out that his seemingly nonsensical bullshit was all temptation.

 

Magic Mirror replied: "I can only see very limited fragments, I can't peek into all your memories."

 

"Well... Okay." Feng Bujue got the answer he wanted, he said with relief: "Now, you can talk about the third test."

 

 

1)     1) Lullabies from Hell: Horror manga created by Japanese artist Hideshi Hino. Nope, don’t ask me further about this reference. 0 sanity left.