"All right."
The handcuffs were opened smoothly. Zhou Ziheng, who had fulfilled his mission, raised his eyes and met Xia Xiqing’s straight eyes unsuspectingly. He frowned subconsciously and coughed, leaving his eyes aside. He flicked the loose handcuffs with his wrist force and held it with one hand. In the palm of his hand, he slapped it on the wooden cabinet on the side.
Xia Xiqing smiled, touched his wrist and said thank you softly, remembering Zhou Ziheng's expression when he had just finished solving, "You also found out that it was Morse code, right."
Zhou Ziheng nodded, put his hand in his pocket and glanced at the time, "But I can't remember the exact correspondence of the Morse code. It's a bit difficult to solve, so I can only get it together."
Xia Xiqing played the music that he had previously paused again, and explained to the music: "At first there was a long pause, then three short pauses, and the music resumed after the short pause, [long, short, short, short ] Corresponds to the letter B, followed by a [short, long, short], which is the letter R." The music continues to play with the inserted stuttering sound, "[short]—letter E... [short, long ]—Letter A… [Long, Short, Long]—Letter K… ”
BREAK—break
"Break the mirror." Before Xia Xiqing could finish explaining the next two words, Zhou Ziheng had already given the answer.
"Yes." Xia Xiqing laughed. This smile seemed to be different from the previous one, with a hearty feeling.
It's probably an illusion, Zhou Ziheng thought.
"Why are you so familiar with Morse Code?" Zhou Ziheng walked over to turn off the music, picked up the vinyl record that had not been carefully observed before, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"When I was in junior high school, the Mathematical Olympiad teacher talked about it. It was very interesting. I used this to pass the answers to others during the exam. I didn't use it after I went to the liberal arts class in high school. I just remembered it after a while after reacting to it." Xia Xiqing The tip of his leather shoes touched the ground lightly, "But is it too difficult to set up the program group? If you don’t know this knowledge, you can’t figure it out."
"Actually, they thought very well." Zhou Ziheng handed the vinyl record to Xia Xiqing, with the name of the suite Mirror written on it. "Just now when I was spelling the memo, you played this piano piece. If it is like yours to classical People who are familiar with music can directly recognize that this is a mirror suite, and then think of the mirror next to the phonograph. If you don’t understand it, you can find it by looking at vinyl records, so it is inevitable to think of mirrors."
"If you want to think of breaking a mirror..." Xia Xiqing thought of the bookmark in the previous book, "whatever I touch, it will be broken."
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "I guess, the fragments of the sticky notes are also one of the tips. So the program group arranged several ideas, and you chose the most direct one."
"But the cost of intelligence is the highest." Xia Xiqing shrugged slightly, "but compared to the efficiency of the association effect, mathematics is much more accurate and faster."
Zhou Ziheng wondered how an art student could be so good at mathematics. At this moment, Xia Xiqing had already focused on the memo that he had put together before, "That garbled code should also be a set of passwords, but it may be another solution." He walked over and picked up the piece of paper. "Maybe here. Hidden the code for our door."
This idea coincides with Zhou Ziheng, but apart from this sticky note, he always feels that there is a lot of other information in the room, but he can't find a good way to distinguish between valid information and interference information for the time being.
The two people once again faced the convenience lot that was broken and restored again.
Xia Xiqing turned the convenience sign over to the side where the text was written, carefully examined it, then took out the bookmark in the book, and suddenly said something that didn't sound effective at the moment.
"Don't you think the handwriting on these two pieces of paper is different?"
Zhou Ziheng also noticed this. The writing on the bookmark looks more atmospheric, like a man’s handwriting, while the handwriting on the convenience sign is much more delicate. Although it is not a huge difference, it is indeed not the case from the perspective of the degree of retraction of the pen. Words of the same person.
He pointed to the bookmark, "I think this is the handwriting of the master of the study."
In fact, Xia Xiqing agrees with this point of view, but for the sake of the effect of the program and the audience’s acceptance, he still asks very conscientiously: "Then what if the book is borrowed by the room owner? The bookmarks in it are very good. It may not be his own."
Zhou Ziheng shook his head, then raised his finger to the row of bookcases next to him, "The third row is counted from left to right. The first six books are in the same series as this novel, and this one is the final book. Except for this series, There are many other series of books on the bookcase. I don’t think someone with a collector will go to borrow books to read, let alone the finished one."
Xia Xiqing made a very supportive fan-specific expression, "Wow, our family Hengheng is not going to be a criminal investigation drama."
Our house is hung hung? ? ? Although this way of expression Zhou Ziheng has become commonplace on Weibo flooded by fans, it emerged from this person's mouth that his always excellent expression management almost got out of control.
Seeing Xia Xiqing's utterly impractical worship on his face, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but return to his heart.
[You're really a shame if you don't go acting. ]
After all, it’s on the show, and it’s not good to be too indifferent to the hot face of the "fan" in front of him. Zhou Ziheng coughed and muffled, "Not necessarily not acting."
I can't say why, Xia Xiqing actually felt that Zhou Ziheng at this moment was so cute.
He shook his head in his heart, he must be fainted.
Seeing that Xia Xiqing's feet were about to step on the fragments of the vase he had initially broken, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, "Be careful."
Xia Xiqing also reacted and looked down, "Ha, I broke the vase in the beginning, I almost forgot, the theme of our room is probably [Fragment]."
Saying this casually, Xia Xiqing faintly felt wrong. If Zhou Ziheng’s association theory of "broken" was really a series of clues designed in advance by the program group, then should the vases that are also fragile objects also be broken? What clues can you get later
Zhou Ziheng seemed to have gotten inspiration from Xia Xiqing's words. The two squatted down almost at the same time, and they had a good understanding of each other.
On the ground are broken vase tiles, and a bunch of white chrysanthemums scattered on the ground. Xia Xiqing used a white chrysanthemum flower branch to pluck the broken objects on the ground, and he found a note rolled into a thin tube, "Sure enough, there is a clue."
He couldn't help complaining in his heart. The scriptwriter who escaped from the room was really thoughtful. There were so many clues hidden in the corners and corners. If the theme of "fragment" is not thought of, the vase will most likely not be broken.
No, it's not right. He quickly denied himself in his heart.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly said, "So the program team tied us up with ropes, but didn't set up any sharp weapons. There was only a vase as a decoration, and it was placed by my hand, just for us to break him."
His thinking unexpectedly synchronized with himself. Xia Xiqing was a little surprised, but he responded quickly, "Well, it should be like this, but our attention at the beginning was shifted, and no clues in the vase were found."
It's like a snake-eating game. No matter which one you start to eat and how you move, the fruits that exist when the game is initialized, you always have to eat them without falling to the ground, otherwise it will be Game Over.
He suddenly admired the screenwriter a little. He was a clever man. He didn't frame the show as a game that had to be followed by steps, otherwise the playability would be reduced too much. The steps are not important, and the order does not matter. Even the problem-solving ideas are set in a variety of ways, and a dark character like killer is added to the escape room, suddenly turning a pure decryption game into a mode of IQ warfare. .
interesting.
The two opened the note and wrote a little poem on it.
We were one.
Fate pulls you away from my body, from my bones, my flesh and blood, and my heart, and bluntly pieced together these meaningless organs.
And you, who were dismantled and reconstructed, are buried one after another.
Buried under this fence growing lush roses.
Only re-dismantling,
Return you to me, return me to you.
From top to bottom, connected to each other.
Everything can have meaning again. ]
It looks like a poem with a little Gothic style, but Xia Xiqing always feels something is wrong. He turned the paper over and found that something was written on it.
[2 you.]
"He wrote to as 2. There must be a reason." Xia Xiqing couldn't determine other things, but I can be sure that the only rule that can be found in this game until now is that you can't let go of any unreasonable details.
Zhou Ziheng's brow kept staring, as if he was thinking about this little poem seriously.
The phone rang suddenly.
The train of thought was interrupted, they took out the phone, and a new message appeared on the screen.
[Please note that the first player escapes from the original room and enters other players’ rooms. ]
"It's so fast." Xia Xiqing looked around, smiled and put the phone back, his face was innocent and thankful, "But it seems that he didn't enter our room. If this person is a killer, he will randomly enter a room... this The show is terrible."
Zhou Ziheng asked, "What if he is a normal player and enters the killer's room?"
Xia Xiqing turned his face to face him, chose an angle that could avoid the recent close-up shots, raised his hand, pretending to tidy up the neckline, and covered Mai, lazily curled up the corners of his mouth, showing a smile that completely restored his bad nature. Export-oriented joked.
"Isn't it more exciting when sheep enter the tiger's mouth?"
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng: You are an art student, how come you are so good at math
Uncle: The genes of the Xia family-good-looking, tall and good at math.
Your friend Xia Zhixu refused to be cue