Thriller Paradise Chapter 317: Invasion of the Brain Cells (17) - Novel Cool

Chapter 317: Invasion of the Brain Cells (17)

Chapter 317: Invasion of the Brain Cells (17)

The Shower Curtain hung from the Oval Steel Frame above the bathtub. Its base color was Light Blue, adorned with slightly darker Patterns. In truth, Feng Bu Jue rarely used this item, but relying on his exceptional memory and sharp eye for detail, he noticed the Shower Curtain's subtle anomaly.

"The Patterns' colors and shapes are different from the ones at my place..." Feng Bu Jue muttered, spreading the Shower Curtain wide to examine it closely.

Yet after prolonged scrutiny, he couldn't decipher what the Patterns represented. While he'd detected discrepancies between these Patterns and his memory, without uncovering their hidden meaning, his efforts would be in vain.

"Could it be my viewing angle is wrong?" He pondered, hands never still. He flipped the Shower Curtain every which way, inspecting it from all angles, but found nothing.

"Wait... Viewing angle!" Suddenly, inspiration struck.

He immediately retrieved a flashlight from his pocket, switched it on, then walked to the door and turned off the bathroom light.

"When I entered this bathroom, the artificial light was already on. Normally, no one would deliberately turn off the illumination device", Feng Bu Jue mused, directing the flashlight's beam onto the Shower Curtain. "So... I couldn't see this."

At that moment, the Shower Curtain's darkest Patterns glowed vivid green, while white patterns emerged.

The clue had been before his eyes all along—he simply couldn't "see" it.

The Shower Curtain's information only revealed itself under specific lighting. The bathroom's white artificial light concealed the clue, but now, the flashlight's yellow beam revealed green-on-white letters.

"M... D... D... M... I... I... R..." Feng Bu Jue identified numerous letters. Initially believing they'd form words or sentences, he soon realized otherwise—the letters mostly repeated without logical sequence.

After thoroughly inspecting the entire Shower Curtain, he rubbed his chin, musing, "Hmm... Seven letters total: A, D, I, K, M, O, R. Repeating at different frequencies, randomly arranged... Could this relate to XY-axis coordinates? Or is it a 3D shape? Or..." He stepped back, studying the spread Shower Curtain from afar. "Ah!"

Interrupting himself, he spotted the trick. Quickly retrieving a notebook and pen, he neatly recorded the letters. Minutes later, he solved the puzzle.

"It's about arranging them neatly and eliminating them by matching pairs..." Feng Bu Jue scoffed at the simplicity but proceeded to erase all "D, A, K" from his notes. The remaining letters, when disregarding vertical positions and aligning along the X-axis, spaced one apart, formed the word—Mirror.

"So you want me to look at the mirror, huh?" He returned to the sink, placed the flashlight on the edge, and stared into the mirror.

After standing there over a minute with no anomaly, he thought, "Earlier, I stared at this mirror without seeing hints or triggering any plot. Why's it still..."

"Eh? Could it be..." He glanced at his notebook's erased letters, "The eliminated D, A, K... Adding the most frequent R... It's..."

Feng Bu Jue chuckled. "Heh... I get it now."

The next second, he decisively turned off the flashlight.

Others might hesitate—alone in a confined Space, with a Malevolent Curse Lurking outside. Letting darkness engulf oneself required courage.

But Feng Bu Jue felt no pressure. He switched off the flashlight decisively.

So what if he stood in a pitch-black bathroom staring at a mirror? At worst, a horrifying image might suddenly appear, accompanied by chilling sound effects. So what? Trying to scare him to death?

"What'll happen..." He muttered, staring into the mirror's darkness. Though pitch black, he kept his eyes open, fixed on the mirror.

Five or six seconds later, something occurred.

The mirror's surface emitted a ghostly blue glow, revealing a face identical to Feng Bu Jue's. But this wasn't a reflection—when Feng Bu Jue turned his neck and made exaggerated expressions, the face in the mirror remained still.

The face made Eye Contact, offering a Half-Smile. In darkness, most would feel Chilling fear. But Feng Bu Jue simply watched, Awaiting developments.

After ten seconds of stalemate, the mirror's "Feng Bu Jue" smiled and spoke: "My name is Feng Bu Jue."

His voice matched Feng Bu Jue's exactly.

"I'm a Novelist obsessed with Grotesque, horror stories."

Each sentence paused briefly.

"I live alone in a Mansion."

"Day after day, I write Absurd stories."

"I gaze at the Sunset Glow, yet see the Hellish Depths' Sea of Blood."

"Standing by the window, I clearly hear the Mourning Cries of the dying."

"Have you seen the Drainage Ditch? Its colors change daily. Sometimes blood-red, sometimes pus-green, sometimes bile-yellow... It's the River of Hell, glowing with terrible Neon."

"Factory Noise mixes with Subterranean Echoes, drifting over the city."

"The air's fetid odor smells like a Colossus vomiting..."

"I realized—I might not live in the human world, but in hell."

"Am I mad?"

After this halting monologue, the face fell silent, watching Feng Bu Jue as if awaiting an answer.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha..." Feng Bu Jue suddenly laughed, mimicking the voice while humming a flat melody: "Scream, moan, endless darkness of hell~ Fairy, monster, Demon, await your decapitation~ Descend, descend, humans, fall swiftly..."

Upon hearing this song, the mirror's face showed bewilderment.

"What? Want more?" Feng Bu Jue continued, "Descend, descend, endless darkness of hell~ Burn, drown, unable to live or die~ Humans~ Fall swiftly... Fall to hell's deepest ground floor! Listen~ The dead begin singing, in the Pool of Blood, Sea of Fire, Mountain of Needles..."

"Enough." The mirror's face interrupted.

Feng Bu Jue snorted coldly, stopping ten points calmly. "At nine, I read the Lullaby of Hell. Back then, I was too young, depressed for three days." He paused. "Though I've long forgotten that memory, the fear remained. Using this method to provoke my terror was a clever strategy, but alas... Too bad." He shook his head helplessly. "Now, under your guidance, I can only recall that manga's scenes and lines clearly. As for fear? Not a trace surfaces anymore."

Hearing this, the mirror's face transformed into a European middle-aged man—bald, beardless, with long eyebrows. Most eerily, his skin was pale and waxy, as if soaked in formaldehyde for decades.

"Alright, you needn't continue." The voice changed too. "You've passed the second test."

"Second?" Feng Bu Jue asked. "The Shower Curtain letters were the first?"

"Correct." The figure replied. "Among the three trials of wisdom, courage, and benevolence, you've..."

"Wowwowow... Wait, wait..." Feng Bu Jue interrupted. "I haven't finished asking. Don't arbitrarily expand the setting." He demanded firmly. "At least answer one question first—Can I turn on the light?"

The mirror's face replied, "Hmm... Yes."

Feng Bu Jue found the switch by the door, turned on the light, then returned to the mirror. "Alright, who are you? Zuo Teng?"

"Ah?" The face looked genuinely confused. "Who's Zuo Teng?"

"Alien Zuo Teng", Feng Bu Jue said matter-of-factly. "The Power Rangers' Commander, the face in the glass column." After three explanatory sentences, the other still looked bewildered.

"Uh... I don't know who you're talking about..." The face stammered.

"Fine then." Feng Bu Jue rudely interrupted again. "Better you haven't seen it. That theme song's brainwashing—once heard, impossible to erase from your brain."

"That... I'm the Boss's assistant, Mo Jing." Trying to steer the conversation back, Mo Jing spoke hesitantly.

"Oh, so your true form is the face in the mirror, not the mirror itself." Feng Bu Jue responded.

"One could say that..."

"Tell me... What's your relationship with Zang Jingren (Golden Light Puppetry's Three Pillars member)?"

"Who's Zang Jingren..."

"You can read my memory, yet don't know Power Rangers or Zang Jingren?" Feng Bu Jue suddenly asked.

His seemingly random chatter had all been tests.

Mo Jing replied, "I see only extremely limited fragments, unable to glimpse your entire memory."

"Fine... Fair enough." Feng Bu Jue, satisfied with the answer, smiled confidently. "Now, tell me about the third test."

(End of Chapter)

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