Terror Paradise - Thriller Paradise Chapter 241
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Thriller Paradise Chapter 241

Magnet Feng Bujue read out the six letters on the back of the dentures, "Is this the dentures that Magneto used? He said, half-joking. 1)

He put the dentures in his clothes pocket, took out the previous soap and the small wooden comb, and confirmed the description again.

[Name: Dirty soap]

[Type: Plot related]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Function: Unknown]

[Is it possible to bring out the script: Yes]

[Note: Rough making stuff, very simple workmanship.]

The soap, like the dentures, can be taken out of the script" Feng Bujue thought.

[Name: Wooden comb]

[Type: Plot related]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Function: Unknown]

[Is it possible to bring out the script: No]

[Note: Ordinary little wooden comb, seems to have been used for some years]

But the comb, and the candle that's stuck in the middle of the iron bar, can't be bring out of the script. Feng Bujue thought.

For the time being, he did not know if the "can/cannot bring out of the script" was meaningful or not. Perhaps it was a trivial matter, but he remembered it in his mind.

As mentioned before, Feng Bujue's brain is like a well-organized attic. 2) He knows where to find what he needs. Different information has different priorities, and useless garbage will be clean out of the attic.

While playing with this kind of high-intensity declassified script, he would put everything he saw in the middle of the attic and keep it visible at all times. Like a web of clues woven together by information, reasoning goes on it. As more information becomes available, countless assumptions will spread out and making the web bigger and bigger. Until he gets those problems out of the way, the net will shrink again and eventually back to one little point.

At the moment, his clue webs had opened, and he, like many of the most brilliant great detectives, had an uncanny intuition He could feel vaguely, that the objects that would carry out of the script were probably the threads that connected to the very heart of the web of clues.

Magnet Magnet Feng Bujue kept thinking and got those few trivial plot items into the pocket.

Then he pulled out the pipe wrench again and began the test.

It was a simple test, he was just using pipe wrench to find objects with magnetic force.

Feng Bujue held the pipe wrench firstly and lifted it on that pile of garbage about height of an inch slowly. If it's mixed with magnets or something like that, it's going to be pulled up, or it's going to be pulled down, but nothing happened.

Well, it's not surprising that the answer and the tip are not in the same place. With a "guess so" expression on his face, Feng Bujue got up and went to No.1 cell.

Next, he was ready to try the iron gates of those cells. He speculated that perhaps a door, or a part of a door, was magnetic. If the six doors had been tried and he could not find them, he was then going to return to prison zero to try his luck. If that doesn't work, he'll have to do another carpet search, using pipe wrench as magnetic radars, and found against every wall, floor to find out where the source is.

If all of the above steps are done and he still can't find something like a magnet, all that's left is to rethink what the "magnet" hint means.

Five minutes passed, and the iron gates of the first three cells had no magnetic force by testing. Feng Bujue even reached into the meal opening with pipe wrench but found nothing.

At the door of No. 4 cell, Feng Bujue's searching was customary from top to bottom. This time, as the pipe wrench moved near the small window above the iron door, there was a sudden reaction.

Feng Bujue followed the feeling, and soon found the source of this magnetic force. It's this one"

The cell No.4 had a small window on the door with an iron fence like the others. The difference, however, was that the iron grating in the middle of the window of cell was magnetic.

Its magnetic force was not strong enough to hold Feng Bujue's pipe wrench without dropping, but it was sure enough to react with approaching metals.

The grating was about twenty centimeters long, about as thick as a double finger. After Feng Bujue gave a closer inspection, he found a serious rust on each side of the grating.

Feng Bujue tried to clamp the rusty part with his pipe wrench. A few seconds later, the top end of the grating was snapped. He did the same and broke off the lower part, then took off the middle of the grating and holding it in his hand.

So I now have a cylindrical magnet about ten centimeters long." Feng Bujue said, So what?

It's easy to reveal what to do next Just find the key with the magnet.

Feng Bujue took the magnet and went over the rubbish heap, hoping that he might find a pin or some wire or something (though he wasn't sure if he could pry the door open).

Unsuccessfully, he returned to No. 0 cell. The door of the cell could no longer be locked, and it could be opened and closed freely inside and out.

He picked up the rag from the ground and began to make up the rope. If Little Tan goes to this he could done a wonderful job he's taking the scalpel for live, plaiting is just a small case apparently.

But Feng Bujue He can do anything but plaiting

Strangely, Feng Bujue had a good brain with great patience and steady hands, which allows him to do very delicate works. But he just can't deal with things like weaving and tying When Feng Bujue was still a child, he learned how to tie shoelace for two months. After learning that, he wore running shoes for a whole year, put in and put out A year later, he forgot the fasten method.

Anyway, it took Feng Bujue more than ten minutes to make up a rope about two meters long. Although he made a conscious use of similar length of rags, the rope was still thick and strange

He repeatedly confirmed the reliability of the rope, even played rope skipping in the corridor for a while then he tied the magnet safely to the end of the rope.

Then, as if he were fishing, he threw the rope in with the magnets and pulled it back. It took another twenty minutes, and Feng Bujue confirmed that there were no keys at the bottom of the beds and the corner in the six cells.

Well What if After numerous failed attempts, his mind went back to somewhere.

There's one more thing in No. 0 cell that didn't get use" Feng Bujue went back slowly, And when the door was open, I'm free to return, which should suggest