When he knelt on one knee to help Xia Xiqing untie the rope on his leg, Zhou Ziheng himself didn't know what was going on, why he was bewitched by this person, and why he didn't stand firm and agreed to his request.
None of this is logical.
Maybe it's because he is recording the show, he has made requests to himself, and it wouldn't be nice to refuse. Zhou Ziheng found himself a step.
"Thank you." Xia Xiqing's ending sounded very pleasant, although his hands were still handcuffed. He got up from the chair, moved his ankles with his toes on the floor, and turned his head to observe the room. Zhou Ziheng took off all the white cloth covered in the room and placed it in a corner.
This room is not too big, but according to the furnishings, it is a study room with a good style. The door they care about most is a code lock, and the door can be opened by entering the correct four-digit code through the touch screen.
In the room, light brown wallpaper with dark patterns covers the four walls, with several paintings hanging on it, and an oval mirror with a wooden frame. On the right side of the mirror is a mahogany closet against the wall with a phonograph on it. There is a vinyl record on it.
These are not the focus of Xia Xiqing's attention. He carefully looked for the camera distribution in this room. After all, it is a reality show, and all the puzzles are arranged, so there must be a close-up of the camera to complete the decryption process.
After roughly counting the cameras, Xia Xiqing also knew a lot. Occupational illness made him look at the paintings hanging on the wall, and Zhou Ziheng followed along, but he wanted to check if there were any clues behind the paintings.
"What do you think of this painting?"
Hearing Xia Xiqing's voice, Zhou Ziheng paused with the frame in his hand. Art has never been his specialty. Although acting since childhood, there is still a big gap between the art of painting and the form of performance.
"I don't know much about this." Zhou Ziheng still said truthfully.
Xia Xiqing smiled, "This is Goya's painting, "Maha in Clothes". This painting actually has a very interesting story."
Zhou Ziheng put the painting back and took a look at him. He was actually not interested in the story in Xia Xiqing's mouth, but he remembered that it was in the recording. It seemed not good not to speak, so he reluctantly agreed:" what story."
"Spain in the eighteenth century was shrouded by asceticism for historical reasons. No nude images were allowed in the artwork of the entire country. The only piece of "Venus in the Mirror" was protected by the king. Be punished." Xia Xiqing stretched out her hand which was still handcuffed and slowly touched the edge of the frame. Zhou Ziheng looked at the woman lying on the dark green velvet in a puzzled manner. She was wearing a A hazy white gauze, a wide rose-colored belt around the waist outlines the soft waist.
"She is wearing..."
Xia Xiqing's hands paused, his eyes glanced at Zhou Ziheng, and the end of his beautiful eyes slightly curled up, "She didn't wear it originally. Legend has it that this woman is a noble favored girl in Spain, and Goya was ordered to paint a full-length portrait for her." As he said, Xia Xiqing suddenly chuckled, "Who knew that he was completely fascinated by the beauty and painted a nude portrait. After the incident was revealed, the nobleman was very angry. In order to calm his anger, Goya drew an identical "Clothed Horse". Ha", these two paintings were finally taken away."
Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, looked at the woman in the painting, and said nothing.
Xia Xiqing put down his handcuffed hands and looked sideways at Zhou Ziheng.
"Are you imagining another one?"
After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng frowned and looked at him, like a little tiger with all the fur on his body, "I don't have one."
Xia Xiqing smiled and nodded, and replied softly, "Just kidding."
Not a joke at all.
Seeing the false smile on his face, Zhou Ziheng became even more unhappy.
This guy is really, without shame.
Zhou Ziheng left without reluctance, and walked straight to the long table before, checking the clues on the table. Xia Xiqing still stood in place, staring at the painting on the wall in a daze.
Why would you put this one
After standing for about a few minutes, Xia Xiqing turned around and found that Zhou Ziheng was standing by the long desk he was leaning on at the time, looking at the desk intently. He also walked over. There was a thick book on the desk and a blanket. Torn note.
"It's so shredded, the props team is really hard." Xia Xiqing teased in a gentle tone, looking at the snowflake-like fragments.
Zhou Ziheng flipped through the book in silence, and a bookmark fell out of it with a line written on it.
[Whatever I touch will be broken. —Kafka]
Xia Xiqing leaned over, "A selection of Kafka's poems."
Feeling Xia Xiqing approaching him, Zhou Ziheng was a little uncomfortable. He put the book aside, picked up one of the small fragments and turned it over and looked at it, condensed his eyebrows for a moment, then said nothing, and started to fight one by one. Xia Xiqing didn't like to do this kind of piecemeal work. He walked to the phonograph, flicked his fingers across the tonearm of the phonograph, and gently placed the stylus on the record.
The empty inspiration unique to vinyl records quickly penetrated into this dull confined space with the rapid rhythm of the notes. Xia Xiqing leaned against the closet and looked at the same dull young man.
"Have you heard this tune?"
Zhou Ziheng didn't look up, but looked at the desktop intently, "I'm not very good at music."
He has no interest in art, and he has no liking for art swingers.
Xia Xiqing smiled, her hands were handcuffed, but she stood in front of the mahogany cabinet like a professional music connoisseur for a while, and then slowly said, "This is the part of Ravel's piano suite "Mirror". The first song was inspired by moths fighting fire in the dark." He turned his head, looked at the slowly rotating record, and chuckled. It's flapping butterfly wings, but I sounded like a mirror shattered all over the floor."
As soon as he finished his words, he regretted a bit. It seemed that he shouldn't have said so much in the show, but Zhou Ziheng, who had been working on the pieces with all his heart before, suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Xiqing.
Maybe it is because he thinks his analogy is also quite appropriate. Zhou Ziheng, who was originally thoughtless, was also distracted by the flowing music, trying to appreciate it. He didn't straighten up until the broken note was restored accurately.
"Have you done it? You are so amazing."
Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. There were some broken letters on the sticky notes, and the fragments were so many and broken that he had a headache when he was not patient. As he walked to the desk, Zhou Ziheng used the scotch tape on the desk to paste the pieces into a complete piece of paper.
He glanced at it, and all the letters on the sticky note appeared and recovered, but it was a random letter.
PGOEUDEAENHNRD
It's obviously a password. Xia Xiqing frowned slightly. He is now more curious about how Zhou Ziheng put these pieces together so quickly.
"It's so fast, how do you fight it?"
Zhou Ziheng turned the paper over, with a complete sentence written on the reverse side, very beautiful handwriting.
[See you at Sophia restaurant tonight at ten o'clock. ]
"The information on the back is much easier to restore than the information on the front."
Xia Xiqing nodded. Even if you can see that there is a complete sentence behind it, it will take a while to distinguish the pros and cons.
Wait, the pros and cons.
Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and picked up the note and touched it. Sure enough, this piece of paper was specially processed, and it didn't look any different, but it had a different feel. The front side was very smooth to the touch, and the back side was much rougher.
"You are so careful." Xia Xiqing put the paper back on the table with his handcuffed hands, smiling at Zhou Ziheng on his side, "As expected of self-hanging."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe it if he was so admired. He responded slightly stiffly, "This kind of special paper is very common in secret rooms. If you are not distracted by music, you will find it."
"No way, art is life." Xia Xiqing's hands were a bit sore. He moved his shoulders and looked down at the paper. For some reason, the ethereal and clear music on the phonograph suddenly became choppy and appeared. Strange lag, unpleasant.
"Your'art' looks a bit old." Zhou Ziheng rarely used a mocking tone. Caton's music made his brain unable to concentrate, so he was going to turn off the music.
At this time, Xia Xiqing stood still, not knowing where to look, as if in a daze.
"Wait a minute." The moment Zhou Ziheng put his hand on the tonearm, Xia Xiqing called to a halt, "Don't turn it off yet."
"What's the matter?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him with a little dissatisfaction, and found that Xia Xiqing had found a pen on the table and wrote something on the previous piece of paper.
Did he find anything? Zhou Ziheng slowly retracted his hand and began to listen to this strange discontinuous piece of music.
The stuttering in the music sounds almost irregular at first, sometimes there are short stuttering, and sometimes it lasts longer. But if you listen carefully, you will find that at the end of every two bars, the stuttering will stop for a few seconds, and then reappear, even the stuttering time is the same.
Like some kind of loop...
Zhou Ziheng reacted quickly, repeating the password again at the beginning of each cycle.
Long time lag—short time lag—short time lag—short time lag—music
Short time lag—long time lag—short time lag—music
Short card-music
Long-short-music
Long-short-long-music
…
The long and short handover is Morse code.
He stood in front of the phonograph and listened to a few bars. Xia Xiqing, who was still leaning over the desk just now, straightened up, looked at the draft that he had just calculated, and finally walked to Zhou Ziheng's side.
"Solved it?" He was a little surprised. After all, as far as he understood, Xia Xiqing's major was art, so how could he solve Morse code so quickly.
Xia Xiqing nodded, his brows frowned slightly, and he walked to the mirror he had seen before, stared at it for a while, and then said to Zhou Ziheng, "You should stand further."
Zhou Ziheng was puzzled, but he stood a little away. He saw Xia Xiqing take the tonearm away, and the sound of music stopped abruptly. He was about to ask what kind of information Xia Xiqing had obtained after decoding, but he was a step too late. Xia Xiqing took a step back with his right foot. The hands cuffed by the handcuffs clenched his fists and placed his fists on his chest. Remember a side kick.
With a bang, the oval mirror suddenly shattered, and he retracted his leg gently, and the light-reflecting fragments fell on the wooden cabinet and the floor with a cracking sound. At the moment of falling, the original appearance of the carved frame finally appeared.
In the gray chassis of the mirror frame, a silver key is pasted.
"Thank you for helping me untie this." Xia Xiqing turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ziheng, and stretched out his bound hands towards him.
To be honest, Xia Xiqing's intelligence was beyond Zhou Ziheng's imagination.
Under this second of thinking, he even considered whether to take the key as his own while he relaxes his vigilance, so as to use it as a counterweight to threaten Xia Xiqing in the future. After all, this is a very cunning person, and a great It may be killer.
But he finally gave up this plan. Zhou Ziheng glanced at the wrists that were a little reddened by the handcuffs, and felt that his thoughts were really disgusting.
If he was conspired by him later, he could only admit that he was unlucky. Zhou Ziheng stepped forward and took down the key. The props team was really careful. The key was so firmly glued that it took him a lot of effort to remove it smoothly.
Xia Xiqing obediently stretched out his hands to Zhou Ziheng and watched him lower his head to unlock the handcuffs for himself. This scene greatly enjoyed his aesthetics.
Zhou Ziheng’s tall nose and exquisitely angled corners of the eyes look more delicate from such a low-hanging angle. It is a kind of exquisite carving full of male hormones. The brow bones and the roots of the mountain are connected and the beautiful lines of the bulge are like the silence of falling in the wind. Mountains. With his drooping head and concentrated eyebrows, Xia Xiqing couldn't help thinking of Paul in Rodin's sculpture "The Kiss."
If it weren't for a reality show, Xia Xiqing would definitely get to his ear and say something.
[Your face is really suitable for kissing. ]