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Chapter 12: Secret rose

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Xia Xiqing quickly figured it out and immediately understood, but before he had time to speak, Zhou Ziheng, who was still looking at the computer page next to him, took the lead.

"This is the four-leaf rose number."

Xia Xiqing struck out the question mark on the draft with a pen, and wrote a number-1634 at the end of the equal sign.

No, how did he do it

"Yes." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Ziheng with a little surprise. "You know it is the four-leaf rose number without counting?" Isn't he a physics student

Zhou Ziheng pointed to the computer, "Look at the roses on this page."

Shang Sirui, who was born incompetent in calculation, has been following Zhou Ziheng to look at the computer page, and he has also discovered the secret, "Oh! The roses on this are all copied and pasted. They are all the same in length and have only four leaves. I said it’s weird.” Soon, his delicate face showed a puzzled expression again, “But... what is the four-leaf rose number?”

Xia Xiqing pointed to the formula on the draft paper, "This is clearly written. You see, the four-digit number 1634, and the 4th power of each digit is equal to 1634 itself. This is the four-leaf rose. Count. It’s actually a four-digit exponent."

Shang Sirui nodded as if he did not understand, and seeing that the two people already knew the type of this number, he was immediately happy, "Then these last two numbers are also four-leaf rose numbers, right? Can they be filled out now? NS?"

The child is too optimistic. Xia Xiqing felt a headache, and his hand turned around subconsciously, and he gave a straightforward negative answer, "I can't." After he finished speaking, he stopped and looked at Zhou Ziheng, "Do you know what are the four digits? Does the four-leaf rose count?"

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "I only know that there are three."

He studied physics, but not mathematics. Probably only a mathematician who can only study numbers every day knows it.

Who has nothing to remember? Xia Xiqing sighed. He became very restless when he encountered something that required patience. The pen nib clicked on the paper, "So what do we do now? Exhausted?"

"Is it exhausted until the end of this season?" Zhou Ziheng mocked himself unceremoniously. "The violent solution method won't work at this time, right."

"What kind of brutality, violent solution?" Shang Sirui was stunned, rubbing his cheek frantically, "What kind of fairy dialogue are you all having, why can't I understand a sentence in Chinese?"

Xia Xiqing laughed, and pinched the long forehead behind his ears, "Anyway, it's basically impossible to figure it out by hand, so it doesn't matter whether you can understand it or not."

"If I knew that this show was so mind-blowing, I would have my agent pushed away hahaha." Shang Sirui is a very familiar personality. He put his hand on Xia Xiqing's shoulder and smiled so hard that he was an idol. There is no burden, "After all, I am a rough man."

The child was also amused. Xia Xiqing has always used a gentle knife in love, and it has become a habit for a long time. He turned his face to Shang Sirui, smiled and corrected his definition of himself, "Correct it. Even if it is, it's a sloppy beauty."

"Oh~~" Shang Sirui hooked his neck, and the two of them depended very hard, "but I think you look more beautiful than me hahaha..."

Seeing the two people hooking their shoulders and putting their backs on their backs, Zhou Ziheng felt numb all over, and when he faced Xia Xiqing a deeper contempt, he was a little worried about Shang Sirui, the heartless second fool.

The expression and tone of Xia Xiqing's words to him just now seemed to be flirting in Zhou Ziheng's eyes. Xia Xiqing was so poisonous, his eyes were full of honey when he spoke, and he was smiling, no matter who he was with.

It’s not because of Shang Sirui’s attention. This thought also scared him. Zhou Ziheng frowned, coughed, and distracted everyone. "I think we should have missed some important clues. The show The group will not embarrass the guests so much, it is basically impossible to do it by hand."

Xia Xiqing nodded in agreement. The program team will not embarrass the guests, especially the original player Shang Sirui in this room. This room is much less difficult than the previous room, so an important detail must be missed to let the clues. disconnect.

But he doesn’t like this kind of thing that needs to be solved violently. It calculates one by one and goes through thousands of times. This kind of low-level work has long been done without humans. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but laugh, "Hey, if it’s my nephew It’s fine if you are here. The four-leaf rose number and the daffodil number are classic examples of their programming introduction. After editing so many times, you may have remembered these numbers long ago."

"Wow, your nephew? How old your nephew is to learn programming, your family are all gods..." Shang Sirui still put his arm around Xia Xiqing, half of his body was about to hang on his body.

As soon as he finished talking casually, Xia Xiqing was awakened in an instant. He turned his head and took a look at Zhou Ziheng, and found that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting in the chair, also looked up at him, and a strange tacit understanding between the two began to develop.

Zhou Ziheng manually moved the mouse, turned off the initial interface, and checked the computer desktop and some folders.

Xia Xiqing muttered to herself, "You should not be able to find it like this... There must be a path to write..." Then he walked back to the previous wastebasket.

"Hey hey, what are you going to do?"

"There may be a clue."

One by one they looked at the neatly sorted waste paper, some with irrelevant words written, and some were scrap paper drawn by children, until he turned to one with only one line written on it.

As he expected, it was a path in the computer.

"Under the D drive." Xia Xiqing took the piece of paper in front of Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng entered the path according to that line, and found an executable file named rose in a deep hidden folder. After the execution, three numbers will be printed directly on the black screen.

[1634 8208 9474]

"Technology is the primary productive force." Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely, and then copied the remaining two four-leaf rose numbers onto the blank space of the title.

Zhou Ziheng leaned back on the chair, his too-long legs panicked, and he could only diverge to both sides of the round table, put his hands in the pockets of the jacket, and focused his eyebrows on combing the current clues.

Zhou Ziheng’s logic is very clear, “We now have two four-digit numbers. According to the previous room, there is a high probability that it will be the password of something. However, we have not found any items that need to be opened with a password. A clue is broken here."

Zhou Ziheng's tone is very deep, with beautiful resonance, which makes Xia Xiqing unconsciously think of the bells of Giotto's Bell Tower in Florence, and the setting sun of the Basilica of Santa Maria del Fiore.

When he passed there with the drawing board on his back, the heavy bells banged his heart valves one after another, making him feel numb, as if he had an electric shock.

"Um?"

When the other party questioned, Xia Xiqing recovered from the sunset in Florence. Seeing Zhou Ziheng looking at him suspiciously, he asked again, "What do you think?"

Xia Xiqing nodded. Although he did not hear what Zhou Ziheng said before, he could probably guess that it was related to the current clue chain, "Yes, our goal now is to find the missing one." He flipped through the clues that Shang Sirui had found before, and only a palm-sized memo was left that had not been checked. He flipped through it roughly.

Shang Sirui, who had been looking around and looking around, said next to him: "I just found this by the pillow. After looking through it for a long time, I haven't found out what can be used. I remember some miscellaneous things, what number? Go to the meeting and pick up the kids. There are still words written by the kids on this memo, which is messy."

The words written by the child

Xia Xiqing noticed something was wrong, and he flipped through it again. Sure enough, this memo included not only the handwriting of the room owner, but also the handwriting of the four-leaf rose math problem, but the content was nothing more than something written to his father, and some hope he would bring it with him. Going out on your own, some are thinking about attending parent-teacher conferences.

Going through it again, there is still no information worth pondering.

What is wrong

Xia Xiqing put down the memo, holding his forehead and thinking, Zhou Ziheng reached out and took the memo, turned it over, and suddenly said, "A page is missing here?"

"Really?" Xia Xiqing raised his head, but he really didn't notice. Zhou Ziheng peeled off a page of the memo, and it turned out that there was a jagged edge left after it was torn.

"So in the paper basket just now..." Xia Xiqing suddenly remembered that there was indeed a piece of waste paper the same size as a memo, in the handwriting of that teenager!

He walked over and found the piece of paper on one knee. Although Shang Sirui hadn't figured out the situation yet, he followed up and got to Xia Xiqing's side and read out the information written on the torn memo.

"Dad, the pen you gave me fell under the bed, but I can't reach it. Can you find it for me?"

pen

Zhou Ziheng walked over and knelt directly on the ground to check the bottom of the bed, but this bed seemed to be solid, with wooden cabinets on all sides, so there was no so-called space under the bed.

Xia Xiqing knocked on the wooden surface.

Not solid.

The moment he stood up, he saw a camera placed at the foot of the bed, and he was more certain of what he was thinking, "We have to move this bed away."

"Really?" Shang Sirui was a little skeptical, "No, I think Ha, are there any other clues? A pen feels... and there is so much information in the memo..."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head and asked, "Is this paper in the memo?"

Shang Sirui didn't react, "No, isn't this torn off?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "So... if you were the owner of this memo, why would you tear up a page of it?"

After hearing his question, Shang Sirui thought about it with his arms folded, "If you tear it off... there are many possibilities, such as useless, but I feel that the whole memo is useless... Another example, I don’t want to be seen by others... Suddenly he got what Zhou Ziheng meant, snapped his fingers and pointed at him, "He doesn't want to be seen!"

Zhou Ziheng smiled with an expression that you finally opened up.

Xia Xiqing was lifting one side of the bed by himself, and was about to ask for help, only to find that this sizeable bed was so light that he could lift half of it himself.

It really is a prop...

The three moved the bed without much effort. There were no marbles under the bed, only a box. To be precise, it is a safe with two rows of password fields, and each field requires four numbers.

There was a rose on the box, and four tiny leaves remained on the flower branch.

"Wow, I feel like I was accidentally covered by two kings." Shang Sirui picked up the box with a look of excitement, and entered the password according to the answer calculated by the computer before, and the safe opened with two clicks. NS.

Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly, isn't it because the bronze strayed into the king's game

Zhou Ziheng looked at this smile on his side, he was absolutely indulging in Shang Sirui, he wouldn't really have a crush on Sirui.

Complete misunderstanding.

"The key!" Shang Sirui was too excited, and took out the key at once, leaving nothing else, "I can finally get out of this room."

Xia Xiqing found that there was still a paper bag in the box. He opened the paper bag and inside it was a property transfer authorization letter. His expression became cold and he put the paper bag aside.

Zhou Ziheng hugged his chest and leaned against the wall, observing the expression on Xia Xiqing's face. This is his favorite thing as an actor. He wondered if Xia Xiqing didn't hide his expression just now, he was obviously such a cautious person.

"Is there anything else inside?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

In fact, it does. Xia Xiqing looked at the password box. There was an empty case of medical records inside. "It seems to be stuck in the box." He couldn't get it down after a lot of effort. He had to give up, "It's just an empty case. There is no medical history and no name in it. And age."

Shang Sirui glanced inexplicably. He didn't have much interest. For him, walking out of this room was equivalent to completing the task. He took the key and inserted it directly into the lock on the door of his room. "The key is right, you can Turn!"

"Be careful." Zhou Ziheng said, "It's not always an enemy or a friend outside the door."

Xia Xiqing smiled lightly, glanced at Zhou Ziheng lazily, and the two looked at each other once again.

Not necessarily inside the door, let alone outside.

The author has something to say: Popular Science: [Number of Four-leaf Roses]

This number with a nice name is actually "self-power". As the name suggests, self-power means that the n-th power of each digit (one's place, ten's place...) of this n-digit number is equal to the number itself. .

For example, when n=3 (that is, the power of three digits), 1x1x1 5x5x5 3x3x3=153, this 153 is the power of three digits. However, the name self-power number sounds like... too mathematical, so it has some very cute aliases, the most famous of which is the three-digit self-power number-the daffodil number.

This is very interesting. You may be wondering, why do you have to choose daffodils with so many kinds of flowers? This starts with an ancient Greek mythology. The river god and the fairy girl met a peerless and beautiful young Nacisses. All the fairies will fall in love with him. The most beautiful one is because of his tragic fate. The Moon God wants to punish him. He imposes a curse, so that he can only fall in love with himself. So one day he came to the river to see his reflection and cursed the effectiveness. He died by the river, which was full of daffodils.

So daffodils represent narcissism. The three-digit power number is also called the daffodil number.