This shower curtain hung on an oval steel frame above the bathtub. Its base color was light blue, dotted with slightly darker patterns. In fact, Feng Bujue didn't use this thing much usually, but he still discovered the abnormality of the shower curtain with his excellent memory and keen observation of details.

"The color and shape of the patterns are different from the ones at my house..." Feng Bujue muttered, spreading the shower curtain open and examining it carefully.

But he looked for a long time and couldn't see what these patterns represented. Although he noticed that these textures were different from what he remembered, it was useless if he couldn't see the hidden information in them.

"Could it be that my observation angle is wrong?" Feng Bujue thought, his hands also kept moving, he turned the shower curtain back and forth, arranged it in various states to check, but still to no avail.

"Wait...observation angle!" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he thought of a possibility.

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

"When I came to this bathroom, the light was on. And generally speaking, no one would take the initiative to turn off the lighting equipment." Feng Bujue muttered, moving the light of the flashlight to the shower curtain, "So...I couldn't see this."

At this time, on the light blue shower curtain, the darkest part of the pattern turned into a very conspicuous green, and some white textures also emerged.

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

The information on that shower curtain could only be recognized under light of a specific color. When the white light in the bathroom was on, the clues could not be displayed. But at this moment, the yellow beam of the flashlight successfully made some green-bottomed, white-edged letters appear.

"m...d...d...m...i...i...r..." Feng Bujue found many letters on the shower curtain. He originally thought that these could form words or sentences, but after reading them for a while, he found that this was not the case, because most of the letters were repeated and the arrangement was not logical.

After he confirmed that he had searched the entire shower curtain, he touched his chin and said, "Well...there are a total of seven letters: A, d, i, k, m, o, and r. They appear repeatedly at different frequencies and are arranged in no order. What exactly is this..." He took a few steps back, looking at the entire unfolded shower curtain from a distance, "Could it be related to the x and y axis coordinates? 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 and recorded the letters on the shower curtain in a relatively neat format. A few minutes later, he solved the puzzle.

"So, after being arranged neatly, it's just a matter of eliminating them according to the 'matching game' rules..." Feng Bujue seemed a little disdainful of this puzzle, but this didn't prevent him from getting the correct answer.

Before long, he had completed the elimination task. All the "d, A, k" on the paper were crossed out, and the remaining letters...as long as their vertical position was ignored, and they were arranged on the x-axis, they were exactly in a state of being separated by one grid, and could form a word—mirror.

"So, after all this, you just want me to look in the mirror..." He came to the sink again, put the flashlight on the edge of the sink, and stared at the mirror.

But he stood like this for more than a minute, and no abnormal reaction occurred.

Feng Bujue thought, "I stared at the mirror before, and I didn't see any prompts or trigger any plot. But now that I've solved the puzzle and look again, why is it still..."

"Eh? Could it be..." He seemed to have an idea again, picked up the notebook again, and looked at the letters he had crossed out, "The letters d, A, and k that were eliminated without leaving any...if you add the letter r that appears most frequently, wouldn't it be..."

Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Heh...that's what it means."

In the next second, he reached out without hesitation and turned off the flashlight.

If it were someone else, they would definitely hesitate for a while before doing this. After all, he was alone in a small space, and there was a "fierce resentment entrenched" outside the door. Allowing darkness to engulf oneself in this situation undoubtedly requires a certain amount of courage.

But Feng Bujue felt no pressure at all, and turned off the flashlight as soon as he said he would, cleanly and neatly.

It's just standing in a pitch-black bathroom staring at the mirror, what's the big deal? At most, a terrifying picture will suddenly pop up, accompanied by some scalp-numbing, shrill sound effects, so what? Trying to scare people to death?

"What will it be..." Feng Bujue muttered in front of the mirror. Although it was pitch black in front of him, he still kept his eyes open, staring directly at the direction of the mirror.

Five or six seconds later, something happened as expected.

He saw a faint blue light light up on the surface of the mirror, and a human face appeared in the mirror.

The appearance of this face was exactly the same as Feng Bujue's, but it was obviously not a reflection, because when Jue Ge saw this face, he turned his neck a few times and made some obvious expressions, but the face in the mirror did not move with him.

That face made eye contact with Feng Bujue through the mirror, and also showed a smile that was not a smile. An ordinary person in the dark, seeing this scene, would definitely be horrified. But Feng Bujue just watched silently, waiting for the next change.

After a stalemate of about ten seconds, the "Feng Bujue" in the mirror showed a smile and began to speak: "My name is Feng Bujue."

His voice was also exactly the same as Jue Ge's...

"I am a novelist addicted to bizarre and terrifying stories."

He paused briefly after each sentence.

"I live alone in a big house."

"Writing absurd stories day after day."

"I look at the sky under the afterglow of the setting sun, but it seems that I see the sea of blood in the depths of hell."

"I stand in front of the window and listen, and I can clearly hear the wailing of those who are about to die."

"Have you seen the drain? The color inside is different every day. Sometimes it's as red as blood, sometimes it's as green as pus, and sometimes it's as yellow as bile... That's actually the river of hell, with terrible neon lights."

"The noise of the factory is mixed with the echo from the ground, floating in the sky above the city."

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

"I realize that maybe I don't live in the human world, but in hell."

"Am I crazy?"

After saying these words one sentence at a time, the face returned to silence. He looked at Feng Bujue, as if waiting for an answer.

"Hehehe...hahahaha..." Feng Bujue actually laughed at the mirror, and then hummed in the other party's tone and voice, accompanied by a melody that didn't fluctuate much, "Scream, groan, the endless darkness of hell~ Fairies, monsters and ghosts, holding severed heads waiting for your visit~ Go down, go down, humans, fall down quickly..."

After hearing this ballad, the face in the mirror showed a dazed expression.

"What? Do you want to hear more?" Feng Bujue said again, "Go down, go down, the endless darkness of hell~ Burn, drown, unable to live, unable to die~ Humans~ Fall down quickly... Fall to the bottom of hell, listen~ The dead begin to sing, in the blood pool, in the sea of fire, on the mountain of needles..."

"Enough." The face in the mirror interrupted.

Feng Bujue snorted coldly, stopped, and said very calmly: "When I was nine years old, I watched 'Hell Lullaby'. I was too young at the time, and I was really depressed for three days." He paused, "I had already forgotten about that memory, but the impression of fear is still there. It's indeed a good strategy to induce my fear in this way, but unfortunately..." He shook his head with a helpless expression, "Now, under your guidance, I can only clearly recall the scenes and lines in that manga, but I can't feel any fear at all."

After hearing this, the face in the mirror began to change. He became the image of a middle-aged European man, bald, beardless, but with very long eyebrows. And the most bizarre thing about this face was that his skin was blue-white, as if he had been soaked in formalin for a long, long time...

"Okay, you don't have to say any more." The voice of that face also changed, "You have passed the second test."

"Second one?" Feng Bujue asked, "Is the letters on the shower curtain the first one?"

"That's right." The other party replied, "In the triple test of 'Wisdom', 'Courage', and 'Benevolence', you have already..."

"Wowwowow...wait a minute..." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, "I haven't finished asking yet, don't expand the setting without permission." He said in a firm tone, "You at least have to answer me one question first—can I turn on the light?"

The face in the mirror replied, "Well...you can."

Feng Bujue groped to the door, turned on the light switch, and then returned to the mirror and asked: "Okay, may I ask who you are? Sato?"

"Ah?" The face in the mirror was stunned, "Who is Sato?"

"Alien Sato." Feng Bujue said in a matter-of-fact tone, "The commander of the Power Rangers, the face in the glass pillar." He said three short sentences in a row, and the other party still looked blank.

"Uh...I don't know what you're talking about..." the face stammered back.

"Then forget it." Feng Bujue interrupted again very rudely, "It's good if you haven't seen it, that theme song is super brainwashing, it's hard to get it out of your head once you've heard it."

"That...I'm the 'Boss's' assistant, Magic Mirror." Magic Mirror didn't know how to respond to Feng Bujue's words, so he could only try to bring the topic back to the right track.

"Oh, so your main body is the face in the mirror, not the mirror itself." Feng Bujue replied.

"You can say that..."

"Say...what is your relationship with Zang Jing Ren (one of the three giants of Jin Guang Puppet Show)?"

"Who is Zang Jing Ren..."

"You can read my memories, but you don't know Power Rangers and Zang Jing Ren?" Feng Bujue suddenly asked.

It turned out that his seemingly nonsensical nonsense was all a test.

Magic Mirror replied: "I only see a very limited number of fragments, and I can't see all of your memories."

"Well...okay." Feng Bujue got the answer he wanted, felt much more confident, and said with a smile, "Now, you can talk about the third test."