"Apart from the butterfly bookmark, is there any other clues?" Zhou Ziheng's voice came from there, "The number sequence has only three known numbers and it is not necessarily correct."
That’s right, Xia Xiqing looked around and found a delicate and beautiful conch next to the books. There were several pictures on the wall above the desk, one was a close-up of sunflowers, and the other Zhang Ze is the famous Da Vinci painting "The Vitruvian Man" that Xia Xiqing was so familiar with.
These seemingly unrelated things caught Xia Xiqing's attention. He stared at the wall and suddenly heard Zhou Ziheng's voice.
"Why are you not talking anymore? What are you doing?"
"Look at a nude painting of a man," Xia Xiqing was still staring at the portrait on the wall, and answered his question solemnly, but Zhou Ziheng seemed to be choked, coughing constantly, and after a while he stammered again. "Oh, there is one on the wall on my side?"
Xia Xiqing was surprised. He tried to describe to Zhou Ziheng, “A man with long curly hair stands with his legs close together, his hands and feet are just on a circumscribed square, and his legs and arms are standing on a circumscribed circle. Is this this painting?”
"right."
This is definitely not accidental, the similarity of their rooms is too high.
"Does this painting have any significance?" Although Zhou Ziheng has seen this painting many times, I don't know much about art, so I can only consult experts in this area.
Xia Xiqing touched the tip of his chin, "The meaning is too great. This painting is a sketch illustration drawn by Leonardo da Vinci for the ancient Roman architect Vitruvius' Ten Books of Architecture. Vitruvius once wrote in his book Li praised the golden ratio, which inspired Leonardo da Vinci to draw this sketch of human body proportions. The man in it is also considered by the world to be synonymous with perfect proportion..."
While talking, feeling that some important thought flashed past, Xia Xiqing stopped suddenly, "Wait a minute."
He picked up the conch on the table and turned his head to look at the close-up photo of the sunflower, watching the distribution and arrangement of the full seed particles inside.
There is also this famous "Vitruvian Man".
I see.
"I see. It's the golden section sequence." Xia Xiqing sat back calmly on the chair. "The spiral of the conch, the arrangement of sunflower seeds, and this picture are all golden section."
This next week, the fourth number calculated by Ziheng has also been verified. "The golden ratio sequence is the Fibonacci sequence, right? I seem to be right. I just found out that 987 is exactly equal to 377 plus 610, so I guess the last one will It won’t be 610 plus 987, which equals 1597. I didn’t expect it to be."
"So the other clues are just hints." Xia Xiqing put the Conch down, "You can enter the password and try."
Zhou Ziheng gave a hum, and there was a ticking sound from Xia Xiqing's room as he entered the four-digit password. After less than two seconds, he heard a mechanical sound prompting "The password is successful."
After tossing for a long time, I finally unlocked one, although it was not in my own room. Xia Xiqing was waiting for the good news of success, but Zhou Ziheng replied, "The password is correct, but I can't open the drawer."
"How could it be..." Although Xia Xiqing knew that they were not in the same room, and there was no code lock on his side, he subconsciously pulled the drawer on his side when he heard Zhou Ziheng said that he couldn't open it.
Unexpectedly, it really opened...
This is too weird, Xia Xiqing's tone is full of disbelief, "It's so weird, after you have entered the correct password, the drawer on my side can be opened."
Who knows that the reversal doesn't stop there.
Zhou Ziheng immediately replied, "Now my drawer can also be opened. Strange."
Hearing Zhou Ziheng's muttering voice, Xia Xiqing thought of his frowning expression and couldn't help but laughed, "Maybe you were too weak just now."
"Impossible, I really couldn't open it just now."
Maybe it's a problem with the show crew, and it's all artificial props. It's understandable that it's a bit flawed.
"Don't worry, let's see what's inside."
Xia Xiqing, who looked down at the drawer, first saw a group photo. In the photo, the back of a couple holding hands in front of the beach, the photo was carefully packed into a beautiful frame.
According to this photo, it is speculated that the owner of the bedroom has a girlfriend.
But why is this kind of photo stuffed in a drawer? Xia Xiqing thought this was unreasonable, but he also knew very well that he could not think too much at this time, so he first put the photo frame on the table casually, and continued to look at the other things in the drawer.
"What did you find?" Zhou Ziheng asked over there.
Xia Xiqing casually returned a photo frame, and then saw a clue that seemed to be more effective, "I found a book, it seems to be..." He flipped through it and found that the date was written on it, and there were some short records. "Journal?"
"I also saw a diary, but there is no photo album." Zhou Ziheng continued to exchange information he had, "There is also a birthday card with a sentence written on it."
Just as Zhou Ziheng enumerated the clues he had obtained, Xia Xiqing had already opened the birthday card first, and read the words on it smoothly.
"The moment I met you was the beginning of the big bang. Every particle left me and flew towards you. After that smallest moment, the universe was truly born."
After reading it in one breath, Xia Xiqing suddenly reacted. This is a love story between lovers. The atmosphere became a little embarrassing, Xia Xiqing didn't know what to say, it was all like this, and he could only blame himself for being too quick, and could not blame others.
"Ah, what? Are you science students good at teasing like this?" In order to ease the embarrassment, Xia Xiqing asked in a rhetorical way.
The more panicked people are, the more likely they are to say the wrong thing. This sentence is really a well-known saying. Xia Xiqing, who had just finished questioning, immediately thought of the [Dindal Effect] that Zhou Ziheng had taken on the plane.
Oops, Zhou Ziheng must have misunderstood that he was teasing him. In fact, he didn't want to talk about this topic at all.
Originally thought that Zhou Ziheng could not speak, who knew he actually answered.
"That depends on who is right."
Zhou Ziheng's voice didn't sound awkward at all, but rather calm. This made Xia Xiqing's face uncontrollable, and only she felt embarrassed from beginning to end. Patronizing embarrassed Xia Xiqing completely ignored Zhou Ziheng's overtones, and did not realize that he was the "who" Zhou Ziheng said.
"Ah, the birthday on this card is October 23rd. I think this clue might be useful later." In order to preserve his "every battle and victorious" dignity in front of this innocent little wolfdog, Xia Xiqing moved very bluntly. Zhou Ziheng also noticed his unnaturalness on the topic, but his frequency was still unable to be tuned with Xia Xiqing. He only felt that his own words with private goods made Xia Xiqing feel pressured. Changing the topic was a disguised rejection.
Both of them went around the circle without knowing it.
While putting down the birthday card, Xia Xiqing once again focused on the previous notebook. This is a slightly dated diary. The edges of the diary are frayed, and the corners and corners are also raised. It seems It took a long time. Thinking about this, Xia Xiqing turned to the first page.
"Let me take a look at this diary." Xia Xiqing confessed to Zhou Ziheng over the radio, and then focused his attention on the diary.
[The weather on November 11, 2014 is sunny]
[I thought it was my hardest day. The lonely young man who broke his leg spent Singles Day alone in the hospital ward. Unexpectedly, there was a new guest in this double ward. She was still a super cute girl. She smiled with a pair of rabbit teeth, like a bunny, so cute. ]
It was this boy's diary... Xia Xiqing flipped through it quickly, and stopped when he reached a certain page.
"Hey, it took more than six months to catch up..." He looked at the page with the date [May 20, 2015] and couldn't help muttering to himself.
"Have you caught it?"
Xia Xiqing heard Zhou Ziheng's question, and heard the sound of page turning from the other end, thinking that he must have not seen the back, "You are too slow to see." After speaking, he scribbled backwards. , I happened to see one page of the diary saying [She was hospitalized again, I hope the operation will go smoothly and there will be no more problems. ]
This girl has been hospitalized again and again, she should be seriously ill.
He suddenly thought of the book on the desk just now.
"His girlfriend’s disease should be the one in the third book... Left Heart Dysplasia Syndrome. This disease seems to be a kind of congenital heart disease." Xia Xiqing flipped through the previous book, trying to find some useful information from it. .
"This radio is a gift from a girl." Zhou Ziheng said suddenly, "Did you see it?"
"Let me see." Xia Xiqing turned back, and she turned to the page Zhou Ziheng said.
[The weather is fine on May 20, 2016]
[She gave me an antique and a radio today! She said that this radio was bought by her grandfather when she was young and bought a lot of money for her grandma to propose. When she was a child, she was lying on the radio every day to listen to stories. I can now imagine that little milk rabbit. Looks like, alas, it would be nice if she could really cross, and I want to go back and see how she looked like when she was a child. ]
"It turns out that this radio is still a prop with a story." Xia Xiqing smiled, "This old antique will not have to witness their marriage, three generations of veterans."
"No." Zhou Ziheng calmly rejected Xia Xiqing's joke, "there is a problem with their relationship."
"… what?"
"You turn back and count down a few pages."
Xia Xiqing followed Zhou Ziheng's prompts to the last few countdowns.
[It is overcast on May 13, 2019]
[I had a quarrel with her today, and it feels like we haven't had a good drink between each other for a long time. Why did we get to this point, I really don't understand. Does time really change everything? ]
Seeing this sentence, Xia Xiqing suddenly fell silent. This kind of stories of idiotic men and women are endless every day. At the beginning, they are always beautiful. Over time, friction, contradiction, jealousy, resentment, these negative emotions began to breed, began to grow wildly, until the The feelings between the two were swallowed up, and the faces that once looked at each other became obnoxious.
So why start.
The most stable and harmless relationship in the world is no relationship.
This kind of realistic love story brought Xia Xiqing's mood into a low ebb. He flipped through the next few pages at will, using this way to cover up his inner waves until his fingers stayed on the last page.
[Heavy rain in May 20, 2019]
[Why should I shut down? Even if I was misunderstood, I shouldn't shut it down. If I didn't shut down, she wouldn't be emotionally fainted. Emergency contact... This card is too ironic. The only time I used it, I cut off the contact. The dead person should be me. ]
"The girl is dead..." Xia Xiqing didn't expect it to end like this, "Die from a heart attack."
"Died..." Zhou Ziheng seemed to have something to say, but he paused and asked after a while, "So did you die before it was too late for rescue?"
"Yeah." Xia Xiqing put the diary back on the table. He had already passed the age when he would be touched by this kind of love story. What he was thinking now was what the role of the diary was. According to the arrangement of the previous secret room script, it is speculated that every prop in the room does not exist for no reason. Their functions can be roughly divided into two categories. One is the clue to the introduction of the password, but there are too many dates in the diary. , Without the cooperation of other clues, it should be impossible to introduce a password.
Another role is related to the secret room plot, or to killer, but this is even more unreasonable. This story is a love story so far, and it has no resemblance to the suspenseful murder in the previous issue.
So what kind of identity should the killer in this issue be
The pensive Xia Xiqing frowned, and there was nothing else in the drawer. He slowly closed it, and his eyes fell on the photo frame that he had pulled down on the table.
Only then did he discover that a sentence was written on the back of the frame.
[Return it to the correct location. ]
The right location
This coincides with Xia Xiqing's idea of seeing this photo frame at the beginning. Something like a photo frame should have been placed on the table instead of in a drawer. If you link the information about the quarrel between the male lead and the female lead, you can explain it.
Xia Xiqing picked up this photo frame.
Where should it be placed
"Is there really no photo frame on your side? On the table? Or somewhere else." Xia Xiqing had to confirm with Zhou Ziheng again without any prompt information. After all, there are so many similarities in their rooms, maybe in his room. Here, this photo frame has been fixed somewhere.
"No, I didn't find any photo frames." Zhou Ziheng's voice was very positive.
At this moment, Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that in the upper right corner of the desktop, there was a palm-sized rectangular groove on the right desktop of the laptop. He lowered his head and looked at the edge of the picture frame in his hand, and suddenly a somewhat bizarre thought popped up in his mind.
Could it be that…
He tried to put the picture frame in the groove in the upper right corner. As he thought, the frame and the bracket were embedded in it!
"I found the right position." Xia Xiqing breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that these grooves are useful, but fortunately, he felt that something was wrong as soon as he came in.
At this moment, the desk lamp turned on automatically, without warning.
However, this is not the most weird. What he really felt terrified was Zhou Ziheng's next sentence.
"The picture frame appeared." Zhou Ziheng's voice was full of surprise, he even couldn't believe it, "Do you know how it came out? Just like a mechanism, a part of the desktop is opened, and the picture frame is pushed from the inside. Come up and stand in the upper right corner of the desk."
"What did you say?"