After finishing appreciating the appearance of these two men, Xia Xiqing looked around. This room was very different from theirs. It was obviously a bedroom with simple furnishings. There was a dark wood wardrobe and a round table on the wool carpet. , There is also a small bed.
Shang Sirui's strategy is different from theirs. He collected all the things that seemed like clues and put them on the round table, and then analyzed them one by one.
"Ziheng, can you help me see if these things are useful?"
Zhou Ziheng responded and walked over to check with him for the clues.
Xia Xiqing didn’t go there, but turned around this small space. This room was not the same as the previous study. There was almost nothing hanging on the wall. He touched the fine-textured wallpaper and found that the bed in the bedroom was facing right away. There is a small camera on the wall. But it is very strange that the camera range is almost always a blank wall.
Suddenly, he found two tiny nails on the wall, which merged with the pattern on the wallpaper, which was difficult to detect. Xia Xiqing stretched out his finger and touched it, feeling something was wrong.
Has a painting been hung here
"Xi Qing? Take a look at these clues too. I can't see the clues." Shang Sirui called him, and then waved at him. Only then did Xia Xiqing pull away from his thoughts and turn around to see the surroundings. Zhou Ziheng and Shang Sirui who were at the round table, he hummed and walked over.
There are not many clues on the table, a note, a memo, and a laptop.
Shang Sirui was explaining to Zhou Ziheng where he found these clues. Xia Xiqing moved the mouse, and the computer screen lit up, showing a page for browsing the web. There were three URLs on the tab bar. Xia Xiqing clicked on it one by one. , The first is an information about an art exhibition, and the second is a book page. When he clicked on the third page, he suddenly felt something.
"Si Rui, have you ever used this computer?"
Shang Sirui, who was talking with Zhou Ziheng, moved his head over here, "Huh? I don't have any. The computer is not connected to the Internet. When I came in, these three pages were displayed on it."
Zhou Ziheng glanced sideways slightly, the light from the screen shone on Xia Xiqing's face, and his eyes blinked slowly, as if thinking about something.
"What did you find?"
Hearing Zhou Ziheng's voice, Xia Xiqing turned his head, "Do you remember the memo in our room? A message is written on the back of him."
Just as Xia Xiqing was about to continue speaking, Zhou Ziheng took out the sticky note from his pocket, which surprised Xia Xiqing. He had already experienced Zhou Ziheng’s patience and care, but this level was really beyond his imagination, "You Actually brought it out."
"Did anyone say that carrying clues violates the rules?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows, turned the memo on the table, then pulled a chair next to him and sat down, reading the message above, "Tonight See you at Sophia restaurant at ten o'clock."
"Sophia restaurant?" Shang Sirui frowned and questioned.
"Yes," Xia Xiqing moved the notebook to the eyes of Zhou Ziheng and Shang Sirui, "the last page is the official website of the Sophia restaurant."
Shang Sirui squinted to look at the screen, then grabbed his hair embarrassedly, "It's all in English..."
You can be a bit idol baggage. Xia Xiqing shook his head in his heart. If this sentence is broadcast directly without cutting it, the black fan will have a chance to take advantage of it. Maybe he will be given an illiterate person, a rival team. Buying a lot of drafts again is an overwhelming rhythm.
"Rose Day?" Zhou Ziheng seemed to capture a trace of interesting information from the official website page.
Shang Sirui looked confused, and Xia Xiqing briefly explained, “What kind of couple’s dining event is supposed to be? Thousands of roses will be used to decorate the restaurant that day, and the special menus are also made of roses. Alcohol."
"Does this have anything to do with us escaping this room?" Shang Sirui looked at Xia Xiqing with his waist up and his head up. Although Xia Xiqing felt helpless, she still smiled gently at him, "I don't know either."
Shang Sirui looked at Zhou Ziheng again with a ignorant expression. Zhou Ziheng put his chin on his left hand, and lightly pointed the sticky note with his right index finger. "Since there are two clues pointing to this restaurant, it is definitely not meaningless."
He was right. If there is only one, then maybe it is occasionally. If both of them point to this restaurant, and the clues are progressing step by step, it must be deliberate.
Seeing Shang Sirui’s confused face, Xia Xiqing, who assumed the role of the angel character, was afraid that he would be embarrassed and that the effect of the show would not be very good. He took the initiative to divert his attention from the restaurant where the complete chain of clues was temporarily unavailable. Is there anything discussed in the clues?" After speaking, he took a note from the table, with a line written on the front, neat and childish strokes, probably from the hands of a teenager.
[Dad, the teacher gave me a question today, but I can’t figure it out. Can you do it for me? ]
Xia Xiqing turned to the back, with a four-digit number written on it, and two empty brackets.
1634 () ()
Sequence
This gives too few conditions.
According to the experience of the first room, the program group should not be so embarrassed by the guests. If it is a puzzle like a series, at least three numbers will be given, but now there is only one, or four digits, which is really a headache.
Xia Xiqing looked at Shang Sirui, "Sirui, where did you find this note?"
Shang Sirui pointed to the bedside table, "It's there, but there is only this piece of paper on it."
Xia Xiqing nodded. Although he believed Shang Sirui's words, he always felt that the child was unreliable, so he walked over by himself and checked it carefully. It is true that there is nothing else on the bedside table, but he always feels that something is wrong. The program group must have hidden something else. He looked around the bedside table and found an imperceptible wastebasket sandwiched between it and the edge of the bed. Xia Xiqing stretched out his arms and took out the waste paper basket, and dumped all the contents on the floor.
"Oh, I didn't find it." When Shang Sirui saw this, he immediately stood up and squatted in front of Xia Xiqing, and unfolded the pieces of waste paper in him on the floor one by one. have what?"
"I'm not sure, but the program group deliberately'created' so much garbage, it should be purposeful." Xia Xiqing turned over and responded to Shang Sirui until he unfolded a piece of waste paper with a few lines of calculation formula written on it. .
He looked at it carefully, it was only half of the calculation process.
"Found it." Xia Xiqing stood up with this piece of paper and walked to the previous round table. Zhou Ziheng was looking at the hotel's Rose Day promotion page on the computer. The expressions on his face were meaningful. He saw Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui. When he walked over, he resumed his previous expression, "What did he find?"
"The calculation process, you see, is this word familiar?" Xia Xiqing handed the waste paper to Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng took a look and put the paper on the table with a slight tick at the corner of his mouth.
This expression is too handsome. Xia Xiqing was stunned for a while, and she was fascinated for a while.
Zhou Ziheng looks too much to his appetite.
Beauty is wrong, beauty is wrong.
"The handwriting in the problem-solving process is the same person as the one on the bookmark in the study. As expected, the handwriting on the note is a woman's handwriting." Zhou Ziheng put the waste paper back on the round table, "It seems that we can confirm the identity of the protagonist. He is a married man with children."
"Maybe there are extramarital affairs." Xia Xiqing sneered.
Shang Sirui was completely confused by the second monk Zhang Er, and asked with a confused look, "How do you know?"
Xia Xiqing blinked, "Guessing."
Shang Sirui gave a cry, and then laughed cutely, "I think I and you are not in the same dimension, and you two have a tacit understanding, and you can understand what the other person is saying at once."
This is not a tacit understanding, it's just a good brain. Xia Xi Qingxindao.
He took a pen and bent over and drew a line on the calculation process on that piece of paper, "Look at this first anyway."
The only one given on the title is 1634, and this discarded manuscript contains only one line.
1x1x1x1 6x6x6x6 3x3x3x3 4x4x4x4=
The author has something to say: Shang Sirui: Hold the thighs of the two kings tightly, my pursuit is to lie down and win (*?▽?*)