“Actually, these three women aren’t very clever. You can get by just by telling a few lies and flattering them,” the Magic Mirror said.

“The thing I hate most is coaxing women,” Feng Bujue said with a look of displeasure. “Besides, these are all characters I find extremely repulsive, so there’s no way I’m going to say anything nice to them.”

“You’re willing to risk your life for such a reason?” the Magic Mirror asked.

“I’m not like you,” Feng Bujue laughed. “I know you’ll say any lie when faced with a threat.” As he spoke, he pulled out a pipe wrench and raised it high at the mirror. “Speak! Who is the most handsome person in the world?”

The Magic Mirror’s mouth twitched. “I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding between us…”

“You dare say it’s not me?” Feng Bujue widened his eyes and threatened in a raised voice.

“First of all, your threats are meaningless. Even if you smash this mirror, it won’t do any damage to my main body,” the Magic Mirror said. “Secondly, back then… the Queen did threaten me, and I reluctantly told a lie. But at least, she was the second most beautiful woman in the world. But you…”

“Oh… I’m already the number one handsome guy, so there’s no need to threaten you, right?” Feng Bujue said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“The misunderstanding between us seems to be getting deeper and deeper…” The Magic Mirror was breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Alright, I’m just kidding,” Feng Bujue laughed. “Hey… you have no sense of humor.”

“It’s obviously your sense of humor that has no limits…”

Feng Bujue shrugged. “Whatever… Anyway, does this mean I’ve passed the test?”

“Definitely not…” the Magic Mirror replied. “Can killing everyone be called ‘benevolence’?”

“So?” Feng Bujue tossed out another ambiguous question, a common technique he used when talking to NPCs.

“However, since you passed the tests of ‘wisdom’ and ‘courage,’ you can still get some reward,” the Magic Mirror said.

“What reward?” Feng Bujue asked.

“You can ask me two questions,” the Magic Mirror replied.

At this moment, a system prompt immediately sounded: 【The content of the questions must be related to the script, otherwise it will be considered a forfeit.】

“Let me think…” Feng Bujue said, crossing his arms and frowning, as he began to pace back and forth in the bathroom.

The Magic Mirror didn’t urge him, just waited quietly.

Thinking about what to ask took Feng Bujue a full ten minutes. After careful consideration, he made a decision.

“I’ve thought about it,” Feng Bujue said, returning to the mirror. “My first question is… which is the real world, the ‘Test Building’ or ‘here’?”

The “real” in his question, of course, referred to the reality within the script world, and had nothing to do with the world outside of Thriller Paradise.

“Neither,” the Magic Mirror actually gave such an answer.

“Oh?” This answer was beyond Feng Bujue’s expectations. His original reasoning was that this memory space was the actual world where the script took place, and the Test Building was just the mental world of the character “Boss.”

But after getting a definite answer, Feng Bujue reconsidered and understood: “That’s right… the fact that I can bring items from the Test Building space to this space proves that.”

“Is your second question… ‘Who are the mental hosts of these two spaces respectively’?” the Magic Mirror made this assumption based on Feng Bujue’s first question.

But Feng Bujue shook his head. “It would be too boring to ask that directly…”

“Then what is your second question?” the Magic Mirror asked again.

“Actually, there’s nothing else I want to ask. It’s more interesting to unravel the remaining mysteries myself, but…” Feng Bujue replied, “I’ll just ask a question that’s not so important, but that I’m very interested in.” He paused and said, “Who exactly is that ‘Boss’?”

“I can only give you his name,” a somewhat embarrassed look appeared on the Magic Mirror’s pale face. After all, the concept of “who” was somewhat vague, and there was too much to say to answer it specifically, including occupation, personality, and so on.

“That’s enough,” Feng Bujue said.

“James Moriarty,” the Magic Mirror said.

“Heh…” Feng Bujue raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Oh… so it’s the Professor…”

“My mission is complete, otherworldly traveler,” the Magic Mirror said, preparing to leave after answering the two questions. “If you can escape from here and return to the Test Building, you will see the Professor.” After Feng Bujue learned the Boss’s identity, the Magic Mirror’s address to Moriarty also changed, “Then… goodbye.”

With that, the Magic Mirror’s face gradually faded in the mirror until it completely disappeared. After a few seconds, the mirror surface suddenly flashed and returned to being an ordinary mirror, and Feng Bujue once again saw his own face in the mirror.

“Hum… the path to the seventh floor is ‘waterfall,’ is that what it means…” Feng Bujue muttered, “Or am I overthinking it…”

Musing, he walked out of the bathroom. Familiar with the route, he went to one end of the living room and found the light switch.

The light was turned on, and before him was the familiar environment, the familiar furnishings, even Asathoth’s cat litter and bowl were in their remembered places. But the cat, who didn’t give a damn about its owner, wasn’t simulated.

“Hmm… can’t open it.” Feng Bujue tried to open the door, but this time the system gave him a very simple and classic prompt: 【Cannot be opened】

So, according to the consistent nature of puzzle games, Feng Bujue began a carpet search of his “home.”

After taking a ****-500, Brother Jue’s condition was no different from normal, but his survival value was still less than 30%. Considering that he had just drunk a supplement, he was not in a hurry to replenish his health. Because the diminishing effect of blood vials was more obvious the shorter the interval between uses. In the absence of time constraints and danger, it was better to let the survival value recover naturally.

“Ha! Very good, pitch black.” Feng Bujue pulled open the curtains and found that the darkness outside was as thick as ink, and the windows could not be opened, so he said, “That saves trouble, indicating that the area to be checked is limited to indoors.”

He immediately thought of a plan—first, search the entire area from the living room to the kitchen (his kitchen was connected to the living room) with the lights on, then turn off the lights and do it again. After taking care of the outside, he would use the same method to check the bedroom.

This time, his search quickly yielded results. But he didn’t find any clues to advance the plot, but instead found a skill card.

【Name: Nanto Flying Dragon Fist】

【Skill Card Attribute: Active Skill, Permanently Learned】

【Skill Category: Fighting】

【Effect: Unleashes a high-speed barrage of punches with both hands, destroying the target (cooldown time: thirty minutes)】

【Consumption: Stamina 800】

【Learning Condition: Fighting Specialization C】

【Remarks: One of the secret techniques of the Nanto Sacred Fist. When attacking, it can disrupt the opponent’s aura and decompose part of their defensive ability, causing collapse-style physical destruction.】

The location where this skill card was found was very subtle. It was hidden inside the game pod…

“Ha! Hahahahaha…” Feng Bujue was overjoyed and laughed loudly. “I finally drew a reliable and powerful skill, haha…”

For a long time, what Feng Bujue had been pursuing, or rather, what he had been lacking, was a “killing move.”

Since playing Thriller Paradise, he had indeed obtained quite a few active skills. There was the [Spoiled Child’s Low Sweep], a control skill that could be called heaven-defying, and there was also the [Evil King’s Flaming Black Dragon Wave], a super-powerful attack skill, but these all had a limited number of uses, and would say goodbye to him after being used up.

In addition, skills like [Spiritual Consciousness Gathering] and [Devil Descent], although very useful and effective, were of the type that strengthened one’s own physical qualities, and both their consumption and cost were not small.

And then there was the title ability [Watch This!] that had just been replaced… the less said about it, the better…

Now, Feng Bujue had finally achieved his wish and obtained a true killing move.

This [Nanto Flying Dragon Fist] was an active skill that could be called moderate in terms of power, consumption, cooldown time, and activation form. Feng Bujue’s joy was understandable.

He learned this skill without hesitation, anyway, there was no way he would consider selling it. As for giving it away… on the Hell Front side, currently, only Brother Jue himself and Si Yu had a Fighting Specialization of C. And Si Yu was used to using long swords, so this kind of bare-handed move was not suitable for her, and she herself might not want it.

Therefore, Feng Bujue had no reason to keep this skill.

After learning the skill card, he calmed down his slightly excited emotions and resumed the search.

To be honest, the feeling of searching this house was very strange. After all, this was his own home.

Although Feng Bujue lived in a rented apartment, he had lived in this place for several years. He had been living here ever since his parents died. And in this world, no one should “search” their own house.

In daily life, we may have times when we can’t find something. At this time, we usually ask the family members who live with us first. And if you live alone, you can only rely on your own memory. If you really can’t remember, then you start aimlessly “searching.”

But “searching” and “ransacking” are two different concepts.

What is ransacking? Ransacking is not about looking for a specific item, but about finding everything that might be valuable. To put it bluntly, it’s similar to confiscating property. But who would confiscate their own property?

And when one’s own home becomes a scene in a game, searching it may be more difficult than searching an unfamiliar environment.

Because in everyday life, there are many things that often appear before our eyes. The human brain’s instinct to filter information may automatically make us ignore the existence of these things.

Soon, Feng Bujue noticed this problem. “It seems it will take more time and energy than I thought… I have to deliberately change my thinking and treat this place as an unfamiliar environment…”