Shang Sirui was so frightened by his words that he withdrew his hands, "Well, can you open it?"
Xia Xiqing smiled and walked over and took the key in his hand, "Open it, it took so much effort to find the key." He opened the door while speaking, and Shang Sirui stood behind consciously.
The phones of all three people rang, and at the same time, the same noise came from the new room.
It was the announcement after they cracked the room.
"Wow..." Shang Sirui tilted his head and looked over Xia Xiqing in front of him. "This room is so big..." He saw two girls standing at the other door of the room, one of them was very sideways. I am familiar, "Sister Ai Cenxian..."
The girl who was called by her name was wearing a white dress with a rose-colored belt. Her long straight black hair fell to her waist. Her makeup was simple and elegant. Her deep red lip makeup was particularly eye-catching. Her facial features were not amazing, but she had a A natural sense of alienation. She also saw Shang Sirui, so she raised her hand and smiled slightly, "Sirui."
Xia Xiqing hardly listens to Chinese songs, but he knows the name of Cen Xian. He used to be the lead singer of a band. He later retired from the team due to illness. After coming back, he directly soloed. Because of his cold temperament, he was liked by many female fans.
"Sister Cen Cen," Shang Sirui saw that he was an acquaintance, so he walked over with confidence, "Are you from this room?"
Cen Zhen shook his head, "I just came out of the original room."
Xia Xiqing glanced at the phone, and sure enough, there was almost no difference in the delivery time of a few messages. The room they are in is not so much a room as a living room.
He has finally figured out the structure of this house. In fact, it is like a closed four-room one hall. The original room of him and Zhou Ziheng is in a row with that of Shang Sirui, and the opposite row is the two girls. Original room, but only Shang Sirui and Cen Xian’s rooms can lead to this living room, while their own and another girl’s rooms can only lead to other people’s rooms and then to the living room.
Why is it arranged like this? Xia Xiqing thought for a moment.
He finally noticed the girl standing beside Cen Xian, with slightly curled mid-length hair curled up, wearing a black knitted skirt suit with delicate makeup and beautiful eyes.
He suddenly remembered what Xiaojie had said before recording the show. Besides himself, there was an amateur who was also a member of Mensa.
That should be this girl.
So she was the first person to come out of her room
Xia Xiqing understands that the program team arranges the difficulty of breaking through the room according to the ability of the guests, so as to ensure that everyone can come to the living room in the same time. Otherwise, if the guests have escaped before they meet, the program will be Nothing to watch.
But why put him and Zhou Ziheng together? Is it just for topicality? Xia Xiqing thought so at first, but after two rooms, he had a better view of the show crew, or the scriptwriter behind the scenes. I always feel that every arrangement he makes is purposeful.
So why exactly
Zhou Ziheng hasn't spoken all the time, probably because the circle of actors and singers is naturally walled, and he and Cen Xen are both non-talkative characters, and can't talk a few words.
"Hello everyone, my name is Ruan Xiao." The sweet-looking girl took the initiative to greet everyone. Xia Xiqing felt that she was familiar, but not sure, and smiled at her when she looked at each other.
Everyone introduced each other casually, and walked around in the spacious living room. The living room is very large, including a semi-open dining room, a large oval dining table, and a row of sofas. Although there are a lot of things, There are few things that seem unreasonable, and no one has found any effective clues.
There is a double-opening door in the living room. The upper part is also a password lock, but there are two password input fields. The upper input field has four spaces and nine digits to choose from, while the lower one has only three spaces.
Xia Xiqing tried to touch the three input fields below with his fingers. At the moment of clicking, an input keyboard appeared on the electronic screen next to it, with twenty-six English letters on it.
So it is to fill in words
"Shall we try?" Shang Sirui suggested next to him.
Ruan Xiao vetoed, "Thirty permutations and combinations of 26 letters, 26 to the third power, 17576 possibilities."
Hearing what Ruan Xiao said, Shang Sirui smiled complicatedly, "When I didn't say it, haha."
Xia Xiqing was taken aback. Mensa's club is really different, and the speed of mental arithmetic is too fast. But Ruan Xiao is right. In this game, exhaustion is the most impossible method, and it should be guided by clues. He walked around and found that a perfect circular circle was drawn on the floor next to the sofa, just enough to stand alone.
"Out of the game?" Shang Sirui, who followed Xia Xiqing, squatted on the ground and read the words written by the circle.
Xia Xiqing hummed softly, "Probably where the executed person stood when voting for execution."
Shang Sirui was standing up, raising his foot to step on this circular floor. Xia Xiqing added, "The way of execution is probably to fall off."
"Huh?" Shang Sirui quickly withdrew the feet he chose in mid-air, and smiled sadly, "Don't scare me."
"Guess." Xia Xiqing smiled and turned around. He looked up and saw Zhou Ziheng standing by the dining table. The other party also happened to see him, but he quickly turned away.
Am I so scary? Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly.
He walked to the other door of this living room and asked Ruan Xiao and Cen Zhen who were checking the refrigerator, "You two are not trapped in the same room, right?"
Ruan Xiao shook his head, "We are separated." As she said, she led the others to the other door of the living room, where Cen Xian and Ruan Xiao stood at the beginning.
"Behind this door is Sister Cen Xian's room." She opened the door, and the space inside was not large. A rose scent came over her face. Xia Xiqing frowned slightly, the scent was too strong.
There is a big gap between the furnishings in this room and other rooms. There are many framed paintings hanging on the off-white wall. On the other side of the bed, there is a drawing board on which there is nothing blank. The whole room The style of Xia Xiqing looks more like an atelier that Xia Xiqing is so familiar with.
Ruan Xiao led them to a huge closet on the far left of the studio. She opened the closet and there were a lot of clothes in it. She moved all the clothes aside with her hands, revealing the door to another room.
"This one is my original room."
Everyone passed through the "closet door" in turn. Xia Xiqing was 183 meters tall. It was a little inconvenient. He thought of Zhou Ziheng, so he looked back and found that he hadn't followed, and he didn't know what to do. After waiting for a while, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw that he was looking very hard on the waist.
"Hey, Xiqing, what are you laughing at?" Shang Sirui gave him a confused look.
Xia Xiqing shook his head, smiling at the corners of his mouth.
"nothing."
"Let's go then." Shang Sirui tugged at his cuffs, tugging, because Xia Xiqing had turned around, standing at the back door of the closet and pulling the door open so that Zhou Ziheng could come out.
As soon as Zhou Ziheng stepped out of the closet, he looked up and saw Xia Xiqing’s beautiful smiling face. I don’t know why, he felt that the laughter was faintly ridiculed, and his mood was even more unpleasant, but due to the surrounding lens, he could only use it. A smile covered the past and said thank you against his will.
"You're welcome."
Is it the habit of the prodigal? The ending of every sentence of this man seemed to be deliberately teasing, Zhou Ziheng thought.
Ruan Xiao, Cen Xian, and Shang Sirui walked in front, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng walked to the back. This room looks like a woman’s room with an incomparably delicate dressing table on it. There are also various expensive suits and dresses in the closet. There is a portrait on the European-style white wooden bed. It is a woman dressed in black, with good looks.
"This is also a famous painting?" Zhou Ziheng opened his mouth unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing nodded with a smile on his face, "Kramskoy's "Anonymous Girl", a very famous portrait of a woman."
Shang Sirui, who was walking in the front, heard Xia Xiqing's words and couldn't help turning his head and admiring him, "I feel like Xi Qing is like a walking art encyclopedia, it's too powerful."
Zhou Ziheng thought in his heart, if you want to hear various physics formulas and laws, I can also tell you one by one, and even bring you to the big names in the science physics academia.
But the next second, he was taken aback by the naive thoughts in his heart.
Probably I hate Xia Xiqing so much that I don't want to hear anyone praise such a cunning and hypocritical person.
Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui haha, without saying a few words, Shang Sirui, who was thinking about it, turned his attention to Ruan Xiao, "So you escaped from this room and entered the room of Sister Cen Xun? You? It’s amazing to be alone."
Ruan Xiao smiled and waved his hand, "Maybe my room is simpler." She smiled sweetly, and she had a tenacity that was different from that of other girls.
"What is the puzzle?" Zhou Ziheng asked in a rare voice.
"Um... a digital Huarong Dao." Ruan Xiao walked to the jewelry box on the bedside table and opened it. Inside was the Huarong Dao layout she had cracked. "I first discovered that the makeup box has a lock, and I think there should be clues inside. So I found the key, and after opening Huarong Road, a red laser beam appeared."
She tried to press one of the buttons inside. Sure enough, a red laser appeared, shooting straight at the opposite corner of the wall, "My door is very strange. There is no password and no keyhole. At first, I was stuck and couldn't find it at all. As for the escape method, I later tried to move the vanity box and found that the reflection of the vanity mirror on the opposite side allowed the red laser to shine on the metal handle of the door, and the lock would be automatically unlocked."
"Oh my God... If I might not get out for the rest of my life." Shang Sirui admired him.
"Didn't you come out too?" Cen Zhen said with a smile.
"I came out thanks to the blessings of these two big men." Shang Sirui's hippy smile was automatically attached to Xia Xiqing's body.
Xia Xiqing didn’t push him away either. He suddenly thought of the information he had found in other rooms that had nothing to do with escaping from the room, so he asked Ruan Xiao, “Did you find any other information in your room... I mean it’s not very useful. Kind of."
Ruan Xiao's eyebrows moved slightly, but only for a moment, she laughed, "No, I don't think there is too much information in my room."
She is lying.
Xia Xiqing felt strange, but felt it was reasonable. Ruan Xiao is also a smart person. Smart people are wary, especially for another smart person. Now that all the players are present, she definitely won't say the clues she has in her hands casually.
I had to find it myself, Xia Xiqing thought.
Probably because of a natural curiosity and admiration for smart people, Shang Sirui has been chatting with Ruan Xiao how to break the lock of this room. Ruan Xiao and Cen Xun’s rooms are connected again, and the two have already had revolutionary comrades. Relationship, the three people came together naturally, walking from this room to the connected room, and then from that room to the living room.
Xia Xiqing did not follow them. Instead, he followed the close-up shots arranged in the hostess’s room and walked slowly step by step, observing every detail until he came to the closet. For some reason, he was suddenly attracted by a small wastebasket. Li, taking advantage of the fact that the other people were not in this room for the time being, he quietly walked to the closet, only to find that Zhou Ziheng was also here, and the two were synchronized again.
He also followed the camera, but touched it from the opposite direction.
The two finally met in front of this closet.
"You don't think it's right?" Xia Xiqing squatted down and dumped out the waste paper basket. Scattered pieces of paper were scattered all over the floor.
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "This game taught me two things. First, every fragment is not accidental."
Xia Xiqing shrugged irresponsibly, "What else?"
Zhou Ziheng picked up a fragment and raised his eyes to Xia Xiqing's eyes, "When multitasking is in parallel, you must learn to grasp the key points."
Everyone focused on decryption and escape, forgetting the more important point.
"This game is not just a room escape. If you don't find the killer, you will lose in the end."
What he said is correct. The biggest difficulty of this show is not who can escape first, but whether ordinary players can find the killer and execute him, otherwise once the killer becomes the final winner, everyone's efforts will be wasted.
Xia Xiqing thought about what he would do at this time if he were Killer.
The first is to conceal one's identity as much as possible, and cover up all the clues that might expose oneself, but for the killer, revealing the identity is inevitable, after all, they have to kill a person anyway. Next...
As he was thinking, Zhou Ziheng said again, "Now everyone is here, and the first round of voting will be executed soon. Someone will be out soon."
"Too hurry." Xia Xiqing grabbed the hair hanging down his forehead, frowned, and raised his eyes to Zhou Ziheng. "If you were a killer, what would you do before the first round of voting?"
The two looked at each other, exchanged dangerous signals in their eyes.
"Kill the person who is most likely to guess the identity of the killer."
Xia Xiqing chuckled and licked her lips, "Tsk, it's too exciting."
He is not a killer. Seeing Zhou Ziheng looking for a killer so enthusiastically, he certainly is not, unless his acting skills are so superb that he can completely pretend to be an ordinary player.
With his acting skills, it is indeed possible, but Xia Xiqing is even more willing to believe that he is not. If he is a killer, he does not know how many times he has died.
In any case, he knew very well that he was the most dangerous one now. As an ordinary player, he found too many clues from the beginning, and the only person who was considered an ally was hostile to himself.
"I'm curious, you don't believe me, how much do you believe in what Ruan Xiao said just now?" Xia Xiqing asked.
Zhou Ziheng didn't look up, but he said in a low voice, "The decryption idea is true, and no clue is false." After speaking, he pointed to the debris on the ground.
Very pertinent.
Sure enough, this person only has prejudice against himself. I don't know why, Xia Xiqing still feels very happy.
Obviously, the scraps of paper on the ground used to be a complete document. The two people squatted together on the ground. Zhou Ziheng did not speak. His mind was still thinking about the fragmented clues over and over again, fearing. I missed something, and I was afraid that I would misjudge Xia Xiqing's first impression.
In the quiet atmosphere, Xia Xiqing suddenly said, "Do you believe I am not a killer now?"
Zhou Ziheng looked up at him, and those deep eyes looked at him for a few seconds, as if to penetrate him. Xia Xiqing did not dodge a trace.
He wanted to know what Zhou Ziheng tried to see in his own eyes.
But if he knew what Zhou Ziheng wanted, he could give it.
Obviously there are only a few seconds of staring at each other, but time seems to have turned into a slow motion at this moment. The last frame is Zhou Ziheng's first lowered eyelids and trembling thick eyelashes. He didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued to piece together the torn pieces of paper, as if he hadn't heard Xia Xiqing's question before.
Xia Xi early in the morning expected that he would not get his affirmative answer. No answer was already an answer. He didn't care very much. He just smiled and asked again, "Then who do you doubt in your heart?" After finishing speaking, he added, " I mean, are there any other suspects besides me?"
Zhou Ziheng didn't look up, didn't even think too much, but his subconscious impulse to confuse Xia Xiqing made him blurt out.
"You will always be the suspect in my heart."
Such a sentence full of ambiguity made Xia Xiqing's veteran love scene stunned.
It was about three seconds later that Zhou Ziheng realized something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The thinking of science students made him unable to distinguish the difference between [You will always be a suspect in my heart] and [You will always be a suspect in my heart] in the short wording time. This caused such a big trouble. .
The same subject, predicate, and object, the changes in the minutiae add so much ambiguity out of thin air. Words and words, which are full of uncertainties, are really too cunning.
"So..." Xia Xiqing's voice softened, "It's really an honor for me."
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng: Look at my broken mouth [face