Chapter 108 Subtle Clues

“Oh… I see.” Feng Bujue looked at the strands of golden hair between his fingers, and many questions were resolved at this moment. “From my subjective perspective, I am still myself…” He held out his hand, looking at his sleeves and palms. His attire was undoubtedly still the Joker style from the game, his skin was yellow, and he could vaguely see his black hair when he looked up.

He examined the strands of hair under the magnifying glass. “But… from the objective perspective of this script world, I should be someone else. When the hair leaves the body as a whole, I can see its true appearance.” He placed the hair on the desk and took out the small wooden comb from his pocket, examining the remaining hair on it with the magnifying glass. “Hmm… the color, length, and quality are all similar.”

Feng Bujue thought for more than a minute. “Wait… I only combed my hair twice at the beginning of the script. Unless this character of mine has severe hair loss, there shouldn’t be so much hair on this comb.” Thinking of this, he grabbed his hair a few times, this time using a little more force.

Unexpectedly, when he brought his hand back in front of his eyes, he saw a large clump of hair, with a small piece of bloody scalp still attached to one cluster.

“Holy crap…” Feng Bujue quickly opened the menu to check, thankfully his Survival Value hadn’t decreased. He carefully felt his scalp and didn’t feel any particularly severe pain.

“Okay, okay, okay… calm down… calm down…” He muttered nervously. In his view, losing hair seemed to be an extremely serious situation.

He threw away the hair he had pulled out, calmed his emotions, and then realized something else. “Speaking of which… so far, I haven’t found anything like a mirror. Is the system trying to keep me from seeing what ‘I’ look like…”

Feng Bujue’s gaze fell on the photo again. “Assuming the little devil on the left is the small figure dragging me in the opening CG, and the other little devil is the person I’m playing, what exactly led them to this point…” As he thought, he flipped the photo over.

On the back of the photo, there was a line of handwritten text: “Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love.”

“Oh, these two kids are brothers…” Feng Bujue thought. “Wait… Arthur and Andrew…” He picked up the small wooden comb again, his gaze lingering on the A.A. carving. “Arthur and Andrew?” He stroked his chin and pondered, “I knew this was a limited edition, huh…”

For the next ten minutes or so, Feng Bujue read the book *Advanced Alchemy* with great interest.

Opening the dark blue cover, the first thing that came into view was this passage: “After studying *Basic Alchemy*, you may think that the pinnacle of this skill is to turn metal into gold, or to create some kind of elixir to prolong life.

This book will tell you that such ideas are extremely foolish.

Alchemy is the sacred technique of making humans equal to gods. Those mediocre people whose minds are filled with money and longevity will never be able to touch the realm of gods.”

Although the wording and context of this passage were sarcastic and cautionary, Feng Bujue didn’t find it offensive at all. These words undoubtedly exuded an aura of noble aloofness, and this kind of temperament was most likely to arouse Feng Bujue’s enthusiasm for research.

Unfortunately, Feng Bujue only finished reading the table of contents and the first chapter. The second chapter and the content that followed were all blurred and blocked… And Feng Bujue couldn’t fully understand the content of the first chapter, probably because he hadn’t read *Basic Alchemy*, so he had no clue about many of the nouns in the first chapter.

“You need at least a high school level of chemistry, and at the same time, you have to master a lot of knowledge about the so-called ‘material philosophy’ to complete the three processes of ‘understanding, decomposition, and reconstruction’ to perform the simplest alchemy.” After Feng Bujue saw that the content of the second chapter could not be read, he closed the book and said to himself, “Just from a few examples in this first chapter, you can see the complexity of the alchemy formulas… On this basis, combined with astrology, runology, and the alchemist’s personal ability and talent, can it be simplified into a Liancheng array (alchemy circle).” He looked up and sighed, “Arthur in that video clip was probably only ten years old, but he was actually reading this book with a calm face… A genius…”

This *Advanced Alchemy* was classified as a plot item that could not be brought out of the script, and it would definitely be used in the subsequent game process, so Feng Bujue temporarily put it into his bag. The photo was placed in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Afterwards, he searched the entire study again, but found no clues, let alone a key. So, he picked up the kerosene lamp and magnifying glass and headed for the next room.

The next room was the kitchen. The stove and chimney were against the wall facing the door. The stove was very dirty, but the traces on it showed that it was still in use. Below the stove was a cabinet, and the surrounding walls were fitted with wall cabinets, cupboards, and so on.

In the center of the kitchen, there was a four-legged wooden table, two meters square. The tablecloth spread on the table was filthy and could no longer be seen in its original pattern. On this wooden table, there was also a large bowl of meat sauce-like food, next to an unwashed plate, which also had some meat sauce residue on it.

Looking out the window of the kitchen, you could see the exact same scenery as the study… pitch black, chaotic. In this state, the glass should be able to be used as a mirror, but Feng Bujue went to the front and looked at it, but could only see a blur of black shadows. He then found several metal kitchen utensils, polished their surfaces until they were shiny, and tried to reflect his appearance, but still failed.

“This system is determined not to let me look in the mirror, is it?” Feng Bujue shrugged and said.

Then, he opened every cabinet, looking for anything that might be a clue. As a result, he found a lot of pots and pans, but no knife, and no clues…

“This room can’t possibly not have anything of value…” He searched the kitchen and said, “There’s a kerosene lamp in the storage room, a magnifying glass, a photo, and a book in the study, and there must be something in the kitchen…” As he spoke, his gaze stopped on the bowl of meat sauce on the table.

“Okay, for now…” He turned the bowl upside down, causing the meat sauce to flow onto the table, then put the bowl aside and stirred the meat sauce a few times with his hand.

As a result, he actually found a key:

[Name: Red Key]

[Type: Plot Related]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Function: Permanently unlocks the red iron door and disappears immediately after use]

[Can this script be brought out: No]

[Remarks: Hidden in a red place]