Fang Jue Xia was stunned for a second.
Obviously, he was still brainstorming for the last moment, calculating the hole cards of the two men in front of him and his own winning percentage, but as soon as he heard Pei Tingsong's words, his high-speed brain broke down.
He always fails because of Pei Tingsong.
"Papa--"The sound of applause interrupted Fang Juexia's thoughts.
I saw Xia Xiqing, who was standing aside, put down his hand and exclaimed, "Do you guys all play like this?"
Pei Tingsong said frankly, "That's not as good as you can play."
His words made Fang Juexia's thinking system work again. That's right, Pei Tingsong is just playing a game. His speech is always full of confusing, in fact, it is no different from Xia Xiqing.
No, he may also have business elements.
It seems to be sincere, but in fact half a word is not credible.
"My knight..." Fang Juexia averted her face, lowered her head and picked up the appointment form on the table that he deliberately dropped, and the corners of her mouth raised, "What you said, it seems that I am the killer who needs the protection of the black knight."
Yanbi, he raised his head and used his most basic and best expression management as an idol to cover up his brief panic. He looked at Pei Tingsong's eyes with doubts and judgments, "Like Xi Qing, I don’t believe it. Your identity as a knight. Despite his words, I dare not believe it casually."
"Obviously, now let you say that logic can't tell you why, and there is no behavior or speech that can verify your logic. Unless you report your own camp, everything else is untenable."
Obviously, Xia Xiqing did not choose to directly report his camp.
After listening to what he said, Pei Tingsong did not continue to childish rebuttals or fights. Instead, he was calm at Fang Juexia’s sudden interrogation, “It’s okay if you don’t believe me. Anyway, at this time, no one knows the truth or falsehood of what anyone said, but there is always something that comes first. ."
Fang Juexia's face still maintained a faint smile, her tone was calm, "You took the initiative first."
Whether it's Xia Xiqing or Pei Tingsong, the two fake knights seem to be fighting with each other when they jump.
After that, he looked down at the appointment form, and the second line was the name of Zao Zao, "There are only two secret rooms, and there are two knights. Whether there is really a killer mixing up the water, no one can tell. . It seems that you all want to get my vote, but I dare not act rashly."
Fang Juexia's position is clear. Xia Xiqing laughed instead, as if it would have been a big gain to disrupt the covenant between them, "What you said makes sense." He put his hands in his pockets, with a relaxed expression, "First understand the plot, or escape first. Go, we’re just three of us fighting like this, it’s not necessary. There should be some time before the first round of voting, and we will talk slowly when the time comes."
Pei Tingsong's eyes narrowed slightly, "Brother Xi Qing, you should have found clues to the plot in that secret room just now."
At this point, each other knows that no one is a fuel-efficient lamp, and it is hidden and tucked that makes people suspicious. Xia Xiqing graciously pulled out a pamphlet that he stuffed in the pocket of his school uniform trousers. "Actually, I wanted to show it to you before." He gave Pei Tingsong a look. "It's just that he puts his attention on saving you. I forgot about the puzzle."
He handed out the booklet in his hand, "This is a medical record. The name on it is the same as the name on the badge on my chest. It sounds like a nickname or a pseudonym."
Fang Juexia took the medical record and opened it, which recorded symptoms related to mental illness.
[Name: Early Gender: Female Age: 17 years old]
Pei Tingsong first discovered the bright spot, "Hey, the gender written on this is a girl."
Xia Xiqing glanced at it, "Really? Didn't pay attention, probably because I thought I was good-looking and made me come back? Maybe it was a bad idea from the screenwriter's family."
Fang Juexia focused his attention on the medical record and said softly, "The patient was diagnosed with depression on February 10 due to depression, long-term insomnia, anxiety, mental weakness, fear of social and physical contact, and is currently taking..."
After listening to the beginning, Pei Tingsong curled his lips, "The character is not like me at all."
Xia Xiqing smiled and said, "I am especially suitable for this kind of miserable personality."
"The appointment form is on March 2, which means that it might have come early..." Fang Juexia glanced at Pei Tingsong, and he answered the words tacitly, "Doctor Tian."
"Yes, come to see Dr. Tian for a follow-up visit, or some other psychological treatment." Fang Juexia looked at Xia Xiqing again, "Brother Xiqing, can we go to your room for a look?"
"Of course. This room may be able to provide early plot clues." Xia Xiqing turned and led them over, "I was very strange at the beginning. The decoration of this room is quite small. It is not the same as the first season. It looks a little bit different. Cut corners."
Indeed, as Xia Xiqing said, this room is surprisingly simple, and it can be called a sofa and a small coffee table. On the coffee table were a landline phone and a manual on mental health, as well as an oil painting that was taken off and placed on the sofa.
Seeing Fang Juexia looked down at the painting, Xia Xiqing spoke popular science, "This is Van Gogh's "Garden", I took him down to understand the mystery."
"Van Gogh..." Pei Tingsong sat down on the sofa and glanced at the wallpaper in this room. Unlike the blue wallpaper outside, it is pink.
Fang Jue Xia Tsai carefully observed this room, always feeling that something was wrong, "I thought at first that as in the first season, each room is the setting of the player's character, and it is the room where they live and live. But now I look at it. It does not seem."
Hearing what he said, Xia Xiqing picked up a schoolbag from the side of the sofa and shook the contents off the coffee table. "If you want to see the player settings, this should be a prop prepared by the show team."
On the coffee table are three or two brushes, a box of newly bought paints that have not been opened, high school textbooks and a leaflet from an art training institution. Fang Juexia squatted on the side of the coffee table, subconsciously began to organize these props, put them all neatly, and then checked them one by one.
Pei Tingsong probably looked through it and guessed, "So this character is a 17-year-old high school female student who studies fine arts. She suffers from depression and comes to Dr. Tian's clinic for medical treatment."
"Not only that, look at this." Xia Xiqing opened the textbook, and inside it was a suicide note that was torn up by him.
Fang Juexia glanced at it. It was indeed a girl's handwriting, beautiful and clean, but it was torn to pieces.
Xia Xiqing picked up the suicide note and read it, "When you read this suicide note, I may have passed away forever. I tried to love this world in the past, but this world did not give me a trace of warmth. I know that those who have hurt The people who have passed me will not change because of my departure. They will still hurt more children. Torn our bodies with violence, crush our childhood with authority. But at least at this last moment, I must stand up Expose..."
His voice stopped abruptly, Pei Tingsong, who was still reading the art training brochure, raised his head, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xia Xiqing put down the suicide note, "I didn't continue writing until I wrote it. When I saw it, there were already a lot of fragments, spelled out a complete piece of paper, but the suicide note is incomplete."
Pei Tingsong confirmed that it was indeed not finished. "Will this be the case? This girl thought about suicide before, so she wrote the suicide note in advance, but then she had other ideas and regretted it, so she tore off the suicide note. ."
"This logic makes sense." Xia Xiqing put down her suicide note, "I was thinking that her suicide note mentioned'people who hurt her,' as well as'tearing the body' and'crushing childhood'. These words are probably hinting at her childhood. She was hurt during the period. So among these players, will anyone play the role of hurting her?"
Xia Xiqing's thinking also reminded Fang Juexia. In the past "Escape from the Sky", the killer often corresponds to the murderer or perpetrator in the plot. Following this line, you may be able to find the real killer.
Found a tool to imply the identity of the character, what about this secret room? Is there a metaphor
Fang Juexia looked around and found that this room didn't even have a bed.
"Brother Xi Qing..."
Pei Tingsong sat aside, and when he heard Fang Juexia, he subconsciously called Xia Xiqing's name. He also called his brothers affectionately. It was not at all the indifferent appearance when facing him. He felt a little uncomfortable. Obviously these matters can also be discussed with him, but Fang Juexia skipped him.
He couldn't describe what it was like, he just felt a little irritable.
Fang Juexia still asked Xia Xiqing, "Many rooms where I escaped before were bedrooms or studies. What do you think this room looks like?"
Xia Xiqing heard his tone and noticed something. He looked carefully, then looked over from the door connected to the treatment room, and suddenly thought of something, "You want to say, this is the waiting room?"
"Yes." Fang Juexia nodded repeatedly, "It's just a guess." He held the appointment form in his hand and pointed to Pei Tingsong. "Little Pei is the psychiatrist Dr. Tian. You are a patient who came to follow up after giving up suicidal thoughts. , As for why you are in the waiting room..."
Pei Tingsong answered, "Because you are the one going to see the doctor." He read the first person's name on the appointment form, "Teacher Yan."
Fang Juexia nodded, that's why when they clicked on the display screen of the door mountain just now, the alert sound will be that your medical visit time has not ended, please do not leave.
"Understood." Xia Xiqing laughed, "So, the rest of the players should be on this list." He read out in turn, "Teacher Yan, early morning, Xiaoxi, Zoe. That means there are a total of players this time. There are five. One psychiatrist and four patients. Teacher Yan and the psychiatrist who went to see the doctor were trapped in the consulting room together, and the remaining three were separated in different waiting rooms."
"It should be true." Fang Juexia stood up.
Pei Tingsong raised his head and leaned on the sofa, "But we are trapped here now. Even if we can figure out these things, it's useless. Let's think about how to get out first."
"Otherwise, Xiao Pei will take a rest on the sofa first." Xia Xiqing blinked at Fang Juexia, "I and Xiao Zhengjing first go find out how to unlock?"
Pei Tingsong sat up straight again, like a dog with erect hair, "That's not good, what if you go out and lock me in?"
Xia Xiqing smiled, "How could we do such a thing?"
"Come on, Brother Xi Qing." Pei Tingsong twitched, "You did this in the first season, and you did it to our seniors."
Fang Juexia didn’t care about the interaction between the two of them. He thought about what Xia Xiqing had just said. He muttered to himself in a low voice. Every time he thought about it seriously, he would be like this, "There is no lock on the door, and it just reminded me. Said, my visit time is not over, I can’t go out..."
Wait a moment.
The consultation time is not over, and the people waiting for the consultation are waiting next door.
He suddenly thought of something, and was about to stand up, but his legs were numb, and his legs were a little soft. He didn't control his sway toward the sofa, and almost fell on Pei Tingsong. Pei Tingsong hurriedly helped him, dragged him to sit next to him, not forgiving, "You are too easy to have weak legs."
Xia Xiqing laughed all of a sudden, and unexpectedly followed Pei Tingsong's words, "Yes, my legs are weak before doing anything."
Pei Tingsong changed the subject, "By the way, what did you want to say when you stood up suddenly?"
Fang Juexia didn't notice any problems, and the whole person was tortured with leg numbness and couldn't think. On the contrary, Pei Tingsong immediately released Fang Juexia's hand and moved it to the other side.
Fang Juexia rubbed her legs and asked, "Brother Xi Qing, you said that your secret room is relatively simple. Could it be the screenwriter's intention?"
Xia Xiqing narrowed his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and suddenly got what Fang Juexia meant, "You want to say, give me a simple secret room, you want me to enter your room soon."
Pei Tingsong also suddenly said, "The general logic should be to allocate the difficulty of the secret room according to the player's ability, to give you a simple secret room for high play, and to trap our two novices, just to ensure you It must be possible to come in before we leave and enter this consultation room."
At this point, the three people stood up at the same time, and Pei Tingsong subconsciously helped Xiaoxia Xia. Fang Juexia raised her head and whispered, "My legs are not soft anymore." Then he walked faster than anyone else.
It's not soft anymore so soon, it's dead.
I think you Fang felt the hardest in summer, and hard legs and hard hearts.
Pei Tingsong rolled his eyes back, but still followed Fang Juexia. Passing through the door connecting the two secret rooms, they came to the previous psychiatrist's consulting room and stood in front of the black door.
"I hope we are not wrong." Fang Juexia clicked on the dark display screen. There was no sign of Greek letters on it, and there was no reminder that the consultation time had not yet ended.
But in the same way, no new Greek letters or puzzles appeared as the three imagined.
Just when Fang Juexia was puzzled, a new notification sound appeared.
"Hello, your consultation time is over, please follow the instructions to find the right exit and leave the treatment room."
Sure enough, it's not that simple.
Only Pei Tingsong subconsciously grasped the words, "Exit correctly..."
Suddenly, the speaker in the room made a sound as a narration announcement.
"Please note that two players have left the initialization room and came to the public area."
This kind of announcement will undoubtedly increase the psychological burden of other players. However, Fang Juexia didn't feel much about it. Generally speaking, the most difficult thing is to restore the public area and the plot.
Xia Xiqing teased, "This room is really difficult, and the levels are too trivial. You are quite unlucky. I'm going to catch up with the hell copy of the second issue of the first season."
Fang Juexia knew that this room was a psychologist's office, and it was natural for the difficulty to be high. As idols, many of their variety shows are decorated with borders. Now it seems that the escape group really likes to do the opposite. The two initializations are difficult copies for them, and the solution makes the audience feel that Reverse, unable to solve it, Xia Xiqing came in to help.
Thinking about this, he saw Xia Xiqing's eyes attracted by the painting by the door.
"According to past experience, painting has problems." Xia Xiqing tried to remove the painting on the wall, but found that it was very fixed. "The people in the props group really worked hard."
Fang Juexia doesn't pay much attention to the content of the painting, but Pei Tingsong opened his mouth, "I just wanted to say that the painting technique of this painting is a bit special, there is no outline of anything, it is all made up of grids." He Xiang Xia Xiqing Ask, "Brother Xi Qing, I have to trouble you about popular science."
Xia Xiqing laughed, "You are still the first person on this show to take the initiative to make me popular science paintings."
Pei Tingsong shrugged, "Philosophy and literature and art are also considered to be of the same origin."
"Quite well." Xia Xiqing looked at the painting. "This is actually a world-famous painting, Peter Mondrian's "The Composition of Red, Blue, and Yellow". The whole painting is full of grids. The outlines of things mentioned are classical, which is inspired by nature. Painters know that nature is beautiful, so they paint natural characters to show beauty. Mondrian’s grid painting is another innovation, abstraction. Pie, he tried to find out whether beauty still exists after putting aside all external forms."
Fang Juexia looked at the painting in front of him, and countless black horizontal and vertical lines formed large and small squares, and the squares were filled with colors. I don’t know if it’s because he is born to like precision and clarity. The grid paintings full of artistic color in such rigor are indeed beautiful in his eyes.
Pei Tingsong nodded, "In other words, his grid actually deconstructs the world, taking horizontal and vertical lines as the essence of the world."
"It's understandable," Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. He didn't expect this 20-year-old boy to have such a high understanding of art. "This is an artistic pursuit of the world's origins."
Strange to say, this passage touched Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong. In secular concepts, philosophy and mathematics are both disciplines that explore the origins of the world. Although they are often unable to intersect, at this moment, the purpose of this kind of search actually meets in the form of artistic expression, which is really interesting.
"I'm quite good at choosing paintings. This painting was created by Mondrian seeking inner stability, and it also conforms to the setting of the psychiatrist's decoration of the clinic."
Fang Juexia couldn't help but speak, "Although I have not studied painting, seeing this reminds me of Pythagoras."
Xia Xiqing laughed, "Really, maybe they are all geometric strange, but Pythagoras may prefer triangles. If you pull down a diagonal line diagonally, it will be more like..." He said, while holding out his fingers. I drew a diagonal line, but suddenly I found something like, "Huh?"
He put his two palms up and touched the entire painting.
Pei Tingsong asked, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Xia Xiqing didn't look back, but asked them, "Is the fifth Greek letter E?"
Fang Juexia nodded, "That's right."
"The last clue is hidden in this grid painting." Xia Xiqing grabbed Fang Juexia's hand and placed it on the painting. ."
It really is.
"Really, this is so hard to find." Fang Juexia showed a surprised look, and looked back at Pei Tingsong, but the other person's expression was unexpectedly not so pretty.
What's wrong
Xia Xiqing tried to push the raised line with his fingers, but he didn't know that the line in the shape of the Greek letter was twisted by him.
Suddenly, the display on their right door lit up again, and a lowercase ε appeared on it. At the same time, the painting in front of them suddenly moved!
Xia Xiqing and Fang Juexia let go and took a step back. He saw the painting split from the middle, as if it was cut in half, one moving up and the other moving down, running in different directions. The sliding stopped until the upper piece exceeded the height of the gate on the right and the lower half touched the ground.
"There is a sliding rail hidden in this wall." Pei Tingsong felt unbelievable, even though he had seen the power of the prop set before.
There are guide rails hidden under the wallpaper, and the distance width is exactly the same as the width of the painting. It seems that they are waiting for them to discover the problem on the painting and activate the corresponding mechanism.
The sliding frame and guide rails cut the blue wallpaper, and the broken wallpaper swayed and half scattered, revealing the white part inside. It was originally thought to be a wall, but when Xia Xiqing teared open the covering in the slide rail The wallpaper, a brand-new white door appeared before their eyes.
And the position where the painting was hanging just now has the same display screen as the door on the right.
Who can believe that there are actually two doors in this secret room!
Pei heard it clearly, "It turns out that this is the meaning of the right export."
The two display screens light up at the same time, and at the same time a new prompt tone sounds, "Hello patient, your visit time has ended, now you can leave."
The AI lock of the white door emits an electronic human voice, "We are the AI lock of these two doors. Under a special program setting, what one of us says will always be true, and the other will always be false."
The Black Gate continued, "If you are asked to directly make a choice, the success rate is only 50%, so you have the right to ask a question, and there is only one, and we can only answer yes or no. Please think carefully. Once you choose If it’s wrong, we will lock the door and try again in one hour."
With two doors, only one question can be asked, one permanent lock and one permanent lock can only answer yes or no.
This is a logic problem.
Fang Juexia tried to simplify and formalize the topic, and deduct it quickly in his head, but he was a step late.
"I come?"
"So fast?" Xia Xiqing glanced at him, "It's wrong, but I have to wait an hour."
Hearing Pei Tingsong's voice, Fang Juexia turned his face to look at him. Seeing that he had a confident expression, he must have an answer. Also, Pei Tingsong had really learned the logic of the system.
Fang Juexia nodded and chose to believe him.
He saw Pei Tingsong with arms around his chest, ready to speak, and he wanted to listen carefully to his questions, but he didn't expect this guy to ask him, "Brother, which door do you like? White or black?"
Fang Juexia was taken aback by the sudden questioning. He didn't know if he was short-circuited because of this brother, or because of his inexplicable problem.
"Hmm..." Fang Juexia pointed her finger casually, "It's white, the new door."
Xia Xiqing's eyes jumped back and forth between the two people, with a particularly interesting expression on his face. Sure enough, he likes to observe people's minds more than this kind of cold logic problems.
"Okay." Pei Tingsong stood in front of the white gate and asked this precious question.
"Excuse me, will another AI say that this door is a real exit?"
The author has something to say: I put this painting of Mondrian on wb, you can go and see it if you want to. This last question was born out of a very classic logic problem—the gates of heaven and hell. Many readers must have seen other forms of this question. In fact, there are many versions of the last question, and I believe there will be other answers in the comment area.
I'm afraid that some readers may find it a little convoluted to think about it. I will talk about Xiao Pei's thoughts on this issue.
He picked the white door that brother (lao) and brother (po) pointed out to him, and asked ai if the other ai would say that the door was a real exit. To put it simply, let the ai answer each other's answers.
If, this white door is indeed real.
The true ai will say: No (because the other ai is also a fake ai, he will lie and will not admit that the white door is a real exit)
Fake ai will say: No (because the real ai will actually say yes, but the fake ai will lie)
Suppose, this white door is a fake exit.
True ai will answer: yes (because fake ai will lie, he will say that this door is a real exit)
The fake ai will answer: yes (because the real ai says no, but the fake ai will lie when spreading the word)
In other words, when Xiao Pei asked this question, if both ai's answers were negative, the door must be a true exit, otherwise it would be a false exit.