Xia Xiqing quickly calculated and understood immediately, but before he could say anything, Zhou Ziheng, who was still looking at the computer page beside him, spoke first.
"This is the number of the four-leaf rose."
Xia Xiqing crossed out the question mark on the draft and wrote a number at the end of the equal sign - 1634.
No, how did he do it
"That's right." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Ziheng in surprise, "You knew it was the four-leaf rose number without even calculating it?" Didn't he study physics? How could he be so good at mental arithmetic
Zhou Ziheng pointed at the computer and said, "Look at the rose on this page."
Shang Sirui, who was born incompetent at calculations, followed Zhou Ziheng and looked at the computer page. He also discovered the secret, "Oh! The roses above are all copied and pasted. They all look the same and have only four leaves. I was wondering why it was so weird." Soon, a puzzled expression appeared on his delicate face again, "But... what is the four-leaf rose number?"
Xia Xiqing pointed to the formula on the draft paper and said, "This is written very clearly. You see, the sum of the fourth power of each digit in the four-digit number 1634 is equal to 1634 itself. This is the four-leaf rose number. In fact, it is the self-power of a four-digit number."
Shang Sirui nodded, not quite understanding. Seeing that the two people already knew the type of this number, he suddenly became happy, "Then the last two numbers are also four-leaf rose numbers, right? Can we fill them out now?"
This kid is too optimistic. Xia Xiqing felt a headache, and he subconsciously turned his pen and gave a direct negative answer, "I can't." After saying that, he stopped writing and looked at Zhou Ziheng, "Do you know which four-leaf rose numbers are in the four-digit number?"
Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "I only know of three."
He studied physics, not mathematics. Perhaps only mathematicians who have nothing to do but study numbers every day would know this.
Who has nothing to do but remember this? Xia Xiqing sighed. When he encountered something that required patience, he became very agitated. He tapped the paper with his pen tip. "So what should we do now? Exhaustively?"
"Are we going to exhaust the list until the end of this season?" Zhou Ziheng mocked himself without any hesitation. "The brute force method won't work at this time."
"What do you mean by exhaustive enumeration or brute force solution?" Shang Sirui was confused and rubbed his cheek frantically. "What kind of conversation are you guys having? It's all in Chinese, so why can't I understand a word?"
Xia Xiqing laughed, and he pinned his overlong hair behind his ears. "Anyway, this is basically impossible to calculate by hand, so it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not."
"If I had known that being on this show would be so taxing, I would have asked my agent to turn it down long ago, hahaha." Shang Sirui is a very outgoing person. He put his hand on Xia Xiqing's shoulder and smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed. He has no idol baggage at all. "After all, I am just a straw bag."
This kid is so funny. Xia Xiqing always uses gentle tactics in love affairs. It has become a habit over time. She turned her head to look at Shang Sirui and corrected his definition of herself with a smile, "Correction. Even if she is, she is still a straw bag beauty."
"Oh~~" Shang Sirui hooked his neck, and the two of them leaned very close to each other, "But I think you are more beautiful than me, hahaha..."
Looking at the two people arm in arm, Zhou Ziheng felt numb all over. On the one hand, he felt even more contempt for Xia Xiqing, and on the other hand, he was a little worried about Shang Sirui, this heartless idiot.
The expression and tone of Xia Xiqing's voice when she spoke to him just now, in Zhou Ziheng's opinion, was no exaggeration to say that it was flirting. Xia Xiqing was simply poisonous. When he spoke, his eyes were full of honey and he smiled, no matter who the person was.
Could it be that he has taken a fancy to Shang Sirui? This thought also scared him. Zhou Ziheng frowned and coughed to divert everyone's attention. "I think we must have missed some important clues. The program team will not embarrass the guests in this way. It is basically impossible to do it with hands."
Xia Xiqing nodded in agreement. The program crew would not make things difficult for the guests, especially Shang Sirui, the original player of this room. This room was much easier than the previous one, so an important detail must have been missed, which caused the clue to be disconnected.
But he didn't like things that required brute force solutions, calculating one by one, repeating it thousands of times. This kind of low-level work no longer needed to be done by humans. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, if my nephew was here, it would be great. Four-leaf rose numbers and daffodil numbers are classic examples for their introductory programming. After so many times, he might have memorized these numbers by now."
"Wow, your nephew? How old is your nephew and he's already learning programming? Your whole family must be amazing..." Shang Sirui still had his arm around Xia Xiqing, with half of his body almost hanging on him.
As soon as he finished speaking casually, Xia Xiqing was startled awake in an instant. He turned his head to look at Zhou Ziheng, and found that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the chair, also looked up at him. A kind of strange tacit understanding began to develop between the two of them.
Zhou Ziheng moved the mouse, closed the initial interface, and checked the computer desktop and some folders.
Xia Xiqing muttered to himself, "I shouldn't be able to find it if I look like this... There must be a path..." Then he walked back to the wastebasket.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"
"Maybe there's a clue."
He flipped through the neatly arranged waste papers one by one. Some had insignificant words written on them, and some were discarded papers with children's drawings on them, until he turned over a piece of paper with only one line of words written on it.
As he expected, it was a path in the computer.
"It's under drive D." Xia Xiqing brought the paper to Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng entered the path according to the words on the line and found an executable file named rose in a deeply hidden folder. After executing it, three numbers were printed directly on the black screen.
[1634 8208 9474]
"Science and technology are the primary productive forces." Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely, and then copied the remaining two four-leaf rose numbers into the blanks in the question.
Zhou Ziheng leaned back in his chair, his legs too long to hold him in place, so he could only spread them to both sides of the round table. With his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, he frowned and concentrated on sorting out the current clues.
Zhou Ziheng's logic was clear. "We now have two four-digit numbers. Judging from the previous room, they are most likely the password to something. However, we haven't found any items that require a password to open, which means that a clue is broken here."
Zhou Ziheng's voice was deep and had a beautiful resonance, which made Xia Xiqing unconsciously think of the bells of Giotto's bell tower in Florence and the sunset over the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore.
As he passed by there carrying his drawing board, the heavy sound of the bell struck his heart valves again and again, making his whole body numb, as if he had been electrocuted.
"Um?"
The other party asked, and Xia Xiqing came back to his senses from the sunset in Florence. Seeing Zhou Ziheng looking at him in confusion, he asked again, "What do you think?"
Xia Xiqing nodded then. Although he did not hear clearly what Zhou Ziheng said before, he could probably guess that it was related to the current chain of clues. "Yes, our goal now is to find the missing one." He flipped through the clues that Shang Sirui had found before. There was only a palm-sized memo that had not been checked, and he flipped through it roughly.
Shang Sirui, who had been looking around, said, "I just found this next to my pillow. I looked through it for a long time but couldn't find anything useful. It's just a bunch of random things, like what date to go to a meeting, picking up the kids. There's also the kid's handwriting on this memo. It's a mess."
The words written by the child
Xia Xiqing sensed something was wrong, so he flipped through it again. Sure enough, the memo contained not only the handwriting of the room owner, but also handwriting of four-leaf rose math problems. However, the content was nothing more than some words written to his father. Some of them hoped that he would take them out for a trip, while others were about attending parent-teacher meetings.
I read it again, but still found nothing worth pondering.
What exactly is wrong
Xia Xiqing put down the memo, propped his forehead with his hand and lowered his head to think. Zhou Ziheng reached out and took the memo, flipped through it, and suddenly asked, "Is there a page missing here?"
"Really?" Xia Xiqing raised his head. He really hadn't noticed it. Zhou Ziheng peeled back a page of the memo and found that there were indeed jagged edges left after it was torn.
"So in the trash can just now..." Xia Xiqing suddenly remembered that there was indeed a piece of waste paper the same size as the memo, and it was the handwriting of that teenage boy!
He walked over, knelt on one knee and found the piece of paper. Although Shang Sirui didn't understand the situation yet, he followed him forward and came to Xia Xiqing 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 help me find it?"
pen
Zhou Ziheng walked over and knelt on the ground to check under the bed, but the bed seemed to be solid, with wooden surfaces on all four sides like wooden cabinets, and there was no space under the bed at all.
Xia Xiqing knocked on the wooden surface.
Not solid.
The moment he stood up, he saw a camera installed at the foot of the bed, which confirmed his thoughts, "We have to move this bed away."
"Is it true?" Shang Sirui was a little skeptical. "No, I think, could there be 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 it torn off?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "So... if you were the owner of this memo, why would you tear off a page of it?"
After hearing his question, Shang Sirui crossed his arms and thought for a while, "If it's torn up... there are many possibilities, for example, it's useless, but I feel that the whole memo is useless... For example, you don't want others to see it..." He suddenly 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 as if he had finally figured it out.
Xia Xiqing was lifting one side of the bed by himself and was about to seek help, but he found that this large bed was surprisingly light and he could lift half of it by himself.
It really is a prop...
The three of them moved the bed without much effort. There were no marbles under the bed, but only a box. To be more precise, it was a safe with two rows of password columns, and each column required four numbers.
There was a rose on the box, with four tiny leaves still on the branch.
"Wow, I feel like I've been accidentally protected by two kings." Shang Sirui picked up the box excitedly and entered the password according to the answer calculated by the computer. With two clicks, the safe opened.
Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly. Could it be that he was a bronze player who accidentally entered the king's game
Zhou Ziheng was watching him with a smile that showed he was extremely doting on Shang Sirui. Could it be that he really fell in love with Sirui
Complete misunderstanding.
"Key!" Shang Sirui was so excited that he took out the key immediately without caring about anything else. "Finally, I can get out of this room."
Xia Xiqing found a file bag in the box. He opened the bag and found a property transfer power of attorney inside. His expression turned cold and he put the bag aside.
Zhou Ziheng leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, observing the expression on Xia Xiqing's face. This was his favorite thing to do as an actor. He felt strange. Didn't Xia Xiqing hide his expression just now? He was such a cautious person.
"Is there anything else inside?" Zhou Ziheng asked.
In fact, there really is one. Xia Xiqing checked the password box and found an empty shell of medical records inside. "It seems to be stuck in the box," he tried very hard but couldn't get it off, so he had to give up. "It's just an empty shell. There is no medical record, name or age inside."
Shang Sirui glanced at it in confusion, not showing 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 his door. "The key is correct, it can be turned!"
"Be careful." Zhou Ziheng said, "It's hard to tell whether the person outside the door is a friend or an enemy."
Xia Xiqing chuckled and glanced lazily at Zhou Ziheng, and their eyes met again.
It's not certain even inside the door, let alone outside.