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Chapter 320: Invasion of Brain Cells (Twenty)
Chapter 320: Invasion of Brain Cells (Twenty)
Changing his perspective, Feng Bu Jue quickly located the first clue’s hiding spot—the protective film on the Lcd TV.
He leaned in close to examine the screen and noticed several unusual marks on the film. He peeled it off and held it up under artificial light, but the meaning of the markings remained unclear.
“The film itself is transparent, and the texture variations aren’t obvious…” He mused, then suddenly had an idea.
Feng Bu Jue hurried to the kitchen, retrieved a vacuum cleaner from the cabinet, and checked its half-full dust bag. Grinning, he laid the protective film flat on the floor and sprinkled dust evenly across it.
Sure enough, letters began to emerge under the dust layer.
“Haha… Reminds me of playing sand painting as a kid,” Feng Bu Jue chuckled, brushing dust off his hands. He stared at the revealed letters: “M, V, E, M, J… U, N.”
The clue was these seven uppercase letters, arranged horizontally with equal spacing—except between J and U, which had a noticeable gap.
“Seven letters… What does this mean?” Feng Bu Jue muttered. “First letters of the Calabash Bros’ English names?” He joked, but the thought sparked inspiration.
“Wait… Could it be… the eight planets?” A smirk tugged at his lips.
Though his astronomy knowledge was mediocre, Feng Bu Jue at least knew the order of the planets from the sun: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. The seven letters matched the first letters of the first five and last two planets, with Saturn (S) conspicuously absent.
He grabbed an astronomy textbook from the living room bookshelf. His collection was meticulously organized—books sorted by alphabet, category, and publication year. While he usually relied on the internet in 2055, he distrusted its completeness. Plus, all devices—computer, gaming pod, phone, and TV—were currently dead.
“Distance from the sun: Mercury (M), Venus (V), Earth (E), Mars (M), Jupiter (J), Saturn (S), Uranus (U), Neptune (N),” he recited. “The missing ‘S’ must point to Saturn… or maybe the word ‘earth’ itself? Or Saturday? (Saturn’s root in Saturday).”
He placed the film on the kitchen counter, weighting it down with a bowl. “But this clue alone isn’t enough,” he muttered. “Just one puzzle piece.”
Ten minutes later, he found another anomaly—on the back of a cheap blue wall clock. Its dial moved the hour hand instead of the minute hand when adjusted.
“Time… or hour?” Feng Bu Jue pondered, his mind racing. “Saturn again? Or something else?”
Later, while checking the cat litter box, he noticed two sets of numbers etched on its base: [599] and [602].
“Page numbers?” He snapped his fingers. “Pages 599 to 602!”
Within two minutes, he filtered out books under 500 pages. “The ‘S’ clue and Saturn… Both point to a single letter,” he mused, scanning shelves for books starting with S or H.
He grabbed a thick volume, placed it on the coffee table, then returned to the kitchen. Tossing the dust-covered film into the trash, he filled an aluminum kettle with tap water and set it on the stove.
“Five to ten minutes for the water to boil,” he said, surveying the chaotic living room. “Three clues solved. Time to check the bedroom.”
After making up his mind, Feng Bu Jue first retrieved a mop from the house, then walked to the bedroom door. He cautiously tested the doorknob, finding it unlocked.
He carefully pushed the door open a crack, noticing the artificial light inside was on. Extending the mop like a mine sweeper, he swept it up, down, left, and right to confirm safety before fully opening the door.
Yet the moment he stepped in, his eyes fell upon the scene inside. Instantly, a thought popped into his head: "This must be the wrong way to open it."
"Hi~" A beauty on the bed greeted him in a coquettish tone, her voice dripping with allure.
The woman lay on her side atop Feng Bu Jue's bed, clad in "something very simple." Beneath a sheer chiffon nightgown, purple lingerie peeked through. Her fragrant shoulders, slim waist, and snow-white slender thighs formed a mesmerizing arc. Her wavy hair cascaded over his pillow, framing a face of unparalleled beauty. But most captivating were her seductive eyes—each glance brimming with intoxicating charm.
"This game gets better and better", Feng Bu Jue muttered with mock seriousness.
"Handsome, are you busy?" the beauty asked.
"I could be... depends on what you need", he replied without shame.
"If you're busy, come tell me", she patted the bed beside her. "Come, sit here."
"Actually..." Feng Bu Jue conjured an excuse in a quarter-second. "I'm boiling water right now..."
"Oh~ Shy, are we?" she teased.
"Not at all", he countered. "I'm actually a very easygoing person. I'm just keeping my distance for safety reasons."
"Scared I'll eat you?" she purred, her lips curling as she playfully wrinkled her nose, then ran her tongue over her teeth in a deliberate provocation.
"Exactly", Feng Bu Jue nodded. "If not for that, I'd have already lost my composure, slammed the door shut, and thrown away my self-esteem."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" she laughed, writhing temptingly. "Why not come closer?"
"I'm indulging your nonsense while wondering why you haven't attacked yet", he said, suddenly pausing as realization struck. "Oh~ I get it now."
Without explaining his epiphany, he stepped fully into the room but kept a safe distance from the bed.
"What exactly are you..." His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her like prey. "I'll figure it out eventually—or test it out. Why not just confess?"
For a fleeting moment, her expression flickered, but she quickly masked it with a smile. "What are you talking about... I don't..."
"Hmph... Spit!" Feng Bu Jue spat a mouthful of saliva from across the room, the glob landing squarely on her thigh.
Silence fell.
"Seems you're not a ghost", Feng Bu Jue declared matter-of-factly.
"You...!" Her murderous glare could have killed.
He grabbed the air conditioner and TV remotes, crossing them like a crucifix. Another awkward silence followed.
"Not a vampire either", he mused after a few seconds, lowering the makeshift cross. "If you're done, get out."
"This is my room", he interrupted. "But I am stepping out briefly." His grin turned sinister. "There are several Bibles on the shelf. When I return, I'll bring one—and a silver knife."
"Enough", the beauty sat up, sighing. "Succubus."
"Aha!" Feng Bu Jue feigned sudden realization. "Knew it all along."
"You still spat on me?"
"What?" He shrugged. "If I barged into your house, stripped to my underwear, and posed suggestively on your bed, wouldn't you spit on me?"
Caught between monster and man, she had no retort.
Succubus transformed—her skin turned lavender, ram horns curled from her temples, bat wings fluttered behind her, and a slender tail twitched from her leather-clad rear. Her attire morphed into a tight, low-cut bodysuit.
"Let me leave, and I'll spare you", she offered bluntly.
"You expect me to believe that after failing to lure and kill me, then getting exposed?" Feng Bu Jue raised an eyebrow.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Information", he said. "Or something tangible."
"You want this?" She smirked, producing a key from between her ample cleavage.
"Toss it over."
"Come get it", she challenged.
"Still playing games?" he scoffed. "Think I'll walk into your Heptagram trap? Dream on."
"If I throw it, you might flee", she countered. "Then I'm trapped here forever."
"Obviously", he retorted. "What if I walk closer and get 'accidentally' seduced? Then you kill me, paint the array with my brains, and escape?"
"Please", she rolled her eyes, lifting the blanket to reveal... Feng Bu Jue's bedsheets—etched with a ritual array from The Lesser Key of Solomon, a medieval grimoire detailing demon summoning rituals.
This, however, was no ordinary design. In this century, youth obsessed with self-expression had turned Diy into an art form. Feng Bu Jue's bedsheet was born that day he visited a custom shop, sketching a Heptagram—a fusion of Solomon's Seven Stars and Mars' Five Points—onto a plain sheet. The clerk mistook him for a cultist, the owner feared he was a rival tattoo artist's spy. But Feng Bu Jue simply took his esoteric masterpiece home.
"Enough stalling", he snapped. "Toss it now, or I'll brew holy water in a bathtub, fill a water gun, and give you a proper soaking."
Succubus stared, then threw the key. "Fine. I've no interest in a man who keeps water guns at home."
(End of Chapter)
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