After waiting for everyone to arrive, the six people got into two nanny cars. Tomorrow night, Cheng and Qi Yi naturally want to stay with Nanyang Qinghuan.
The four of them haven't been together for a while, and Cheng's chatterbox hasn't been closed since the moment he got in the car. Barabara has to pull out everything and talk about it, from the bad porridge in the hotel to the horror formula in high school, from clumsy. Cen Ziyan, who had only known each other for two days, made Nanyang's brows furrowed even deeper due to the quarrel.
"Ziyan is really nice," said Cheng Cheng lying on the front row of Nanyang's seat tomorrow night, "Old Ancestor, you have known her from many places, especially very approachable. I thought my master was gentle enough. Oh, I didn't expect Ziyan to be more innocent than her. It's all my master's face, she looks so bewitching, look at Ziyan, she's as pure as a daffodil, that's what she looks like. But, she and Teacher Bai It feels weird when they are together. I don't know why, but I always feel that she is afraid of Teacher Bai. Like you, Teacher Bai is not very talkative, but my master is not afraid of you. How could Ziyan be? So afraid of Mr. Bai? Mr. Bai doesn't look that fierce, and he shook hands with me when we first met. I really can't figure it out... "
Nanyang's breath was already a little impatient.
Qi Yi pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked leisurely, "Acheng, have you finished all the papers left for you yesterday?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng immediately stopped chattering, hung his head slackly, and murmured, "I-I'll go back and do it after I finish recording the show."
"You have time to gossip about other people. The language paper the day before yesterday was so wrong," Qi Yi snorted. "Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, what did you write next, do you remember?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng looked at Qi Yi blankly.
Qi Yi said word by word: "Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, a line of egrets ascended to the sky."
Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned: "... No, isn't it?"
Nanyang: "..."
Qing Huan: "… "
Leaflet: "… "
With a friendly smile on Qi Yi's face: "Go back and copy it twenty times, don't sleep if you can't finish it."
Tomorrow night Cheng said "Huh?", and Rory didn't have the strength to talk nonsense anymore, he buried his face in the backrest weakly, and tugged at his hair and wailed.
It stands to reason that such an old person who has lived for more than three thousand years should not be so unfamiliar with ancient poetry. But she has a temperament that is completely uninterested in poetry and poetry. In the past, when people talked about it, she didn't even want to hear it. If a person really doesn't catch a thing, she will pretend to be deaf to avoid it no matter how many chances she has to touch it.
Knowing that there is such a day of preparing for the college entrance examination, she should go to the poetry fairs of those sour and rotten literati for two laps.
He smiled and shook his head.
Tomorrow evening, before Cheng could squeeze out tears to win sympathy, Qi Yi was dragged up by the collar and asked her to recite the recitation assignment assigned last night to her.
Nanyang has been silent, sitting quietly in the corner, playing Tetris with his inferior game console.
Tomorrow night, Cheng didn't know how to memorize it, and stammered and squeezed toothpaste: "The wind is rushing... the sky is high... the sky is high... Yuan Xiaomou."
A harsh "biu~~" came from the game console in the front row
"Nagisa... clear sand and white birds fly... fly back..."
“biu～biu～”
"Boundless Falling Trees..."
“biu～～biubiubiu～～～”
"What's the matter with Boundless Falling Trees..."
“biubiu—biubiu～biu～”
"Boundless Fallen Tree biubiubiu?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng was brainwashed by that hot-eared game machine.
Qi Yi twitched the corner of his mouth.
Tomorrow night, Cheng pointed at the front row angrily: "Sister, look at her, she affects my studies! Master, you don't care about your wife!"
Qing Huan held Nanyang's hand on the game console and whispered, "Stop playing."
Nan Yang didn't squint, peeked at the screen through Qing Huan's fingers, and controlled the block to fall with precision, with a faint voice: "Your elbow is turned outward."
Qing Huan sighed: "You save some brain power, the game will be difficult for a while."
Nanyang lowered his head and said softly, "But I want to play."
Qing Huan couldn't bear Nanyang's request like this, so she immediately let go of her, disarmed and defected: "Acheng, just bear with it."
Qi Yi also said: "I don't know how to memorize it, and you have to give the pot to others. Do you still want to continue to punish copying?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng stared dumbfounded at this circle of devils, and his heart thumped, suddenly feeling that he was the one being trapped.
After half an hour of noisy all the way, they finally arrived at the recording site of the show.
But before the car door opened, a group of tall men in black suits poured in, each with an eye patch in his hand. Xiaoye recognized that they were wearing the headsets of the program group, and whispered a few words to the leader, only to know that the game had started. They had to be taken out of the car blindfolded and only removed when the show allowed.
Nanyang obviously didn't have much interest in such fancy games, but since she was here, she also knew that she had to cooperate with the program team to shoot. Even if she was reluctant, she put on a blindfold that would make her feel instantly insecure.
After covering her eyes, she mobilized her ears with all her might, accurately determined Qing Huan's position, and pulled her hand.
As if she knew what she was thinking, Qing Huan gently pinched her mouth.
The two people were put on invisible microphones and receivers by the staff, and then they were guided to slowly move to the designated direction. Tomorrow night, Cheng and Qi Yi seemed to be separated, Nanyang could only hear the footsteps of himself and Qinghuan, and the movements of several strangers around him. They seemed to walk up a flight of steps in the dark, and were sent into a room, the door was tightly closed, and there was a sound of locking.
Because she was blindfolded, Qing Huan didn't know what was around her, so she didn't dare to move for a while. Nanyang secretly waved out a burst of internal force, roughly judged the objects placed around, and after recognizing the stool, she pulled the stiff Qing Huan and sat down.
"Dare, dare to sit?" Qing Huan didn't dare to bend his legs.
"Sit down, trust me."
Listening to the reassuring voice, Qing Huan groped and bent her legs. After two seconds, she actually sat on a stool.
She shrugged her nose: "Um... Do you smell it? It's so fragrant."
Nanyang was silent for a moment and said, "It's hot pot."
The two of them were carefully smelling the surrounding smells, and a loud broadcast sounded from the room unexpectedly—
"Welcome to the first version of "Honeymoon Together". Today we are going to play a small game here to decide the ranking of three pairs of CPs, and draw lots according to the ranking. Five days later, we will fly together at Bayu Airport. Go to Bangkok, Thailand, but before that, the result of the lottery will determine how you can get from Haojing to Bayu Airport. There are three ways to ride in the lottery box, whether to spend three days and two nights on the hard seat of the crowded train, or in the high-end Let's see how you perform today! Are you ready?"
The corners of Nanyang's eyes wrinkled: "Train hard seat?"
She had never sat in a hard seat in her life.
Qing Huan squeezed her hand soothingly: "We are not necessarily the last."
The broadcast sound of the program PD continued to sound—
"If you're ready, please take off the blindfold!"
Nanyang and Qinghuan took off their blindfolds at the same time. Because they had just worn it for too long, the moment they took it off, the strong light in front of them made it difficult for them to see things. Qing Huan rubbed the corners of her eyes vigorously, and squinted her eyes to look around carefully.
They were in a small space, no more than fifteen square meters visually. There were only the two of them in the space, and not far away was a closed iron door with a four-digit combination lock. On their right is a low table, on which is really a pot of bubbling hot pot, and on the left is a tall wooden shelf, which is divided into nine grids, and each grid is filled with various kinds of meatballs and vegetables. , which appears to be for shabu-shabu.
There is a small window on the inner side of the wall. The window is not large and is separated by three metal pipes. Qing Huan walked over to look over there, and actually saw Ming Wan Cheng and Qi Yi on the other side of the window.
Tomorrow night, Cheng and Qi Yi just took off their blindfolds and looked around in confusion. The room they were in was a different style, with dark lighting and a chandelier with a weird blue light hanging overhead. There were also a few shelves around, but the shelves were full of taxidermy and soaked in formalin. of various internal organs.
Similarly, there was a small window on the other side of their wall, and Qing Huan could see Cen Ziyan's back from a distance.
It was just too far away, and she couldn't see the layout of the room over Cen Ziyan's side.
The radio sounded again—
"I believe you have seen the environment you are in. Now let's introduce the rules of the game: the first game of the first version of "Honeymoon Together" - escape room. Communication and transmission can be carried out. You need to find the password locked by the iron door in the shortest time and escape the secret room! The clue may be in your own room or in the opponent's room. How to measure the importance of clue transactions How to make sure that you are the first to escape successfully? Is it to form an alliance for mutual benefit, or to fight against each other? The next time is up to you, distinguished guests, come on!"
After the broadcast, the three rooms fell silent for a while.
After an unknown amount of time, Chengcai muttered in a low voice tomorrow night: "What kind of planner, this insincere makes us quarrel..."
Nanyang listened to the rules of the game silently, and was not in a hurry. Instead, he took a few plates of meatballs and vegetables from the shelf, and sat next to the hot pot to cook the vegetables.
Looking at her Buddhist appearance, Qing Huan reluctantly crossed her hands and said, "Aren't you really in a hurry? Aren't you afraid of sitting on a hard seat for three days and two nights?"
"Aren't you hungry?" Nanyang picked up the balls and put them in the pot. "I haven't eaten since I got off the plane."
"Looks like I'm a little hungry," Qing Huan leaned against the small iron window, and the smell of formalin wafted from the house over Cheng's tomorrow night, which made her feel sick for a while, "However, I can't eat it now."
Tomorrow night, Cheng was lying beside the small iron window and looked hard at it: "Wow, Master, do you have hot pot in your house? It smells so good."
Qi Yi covered his nose and looked at the human bone specimen beside him. His voice was muffled: "I just want to vomit."
Qing Huan also looked at Ming Wancheng: "Why are you guys so weird, is it a laboratory?"
"It should be," Cheng shivered tomorrow night, "I was still spraying dry ice next to me, and it froze me to death."
Cen Ziyan was lying far away by the small iron window over there, raising her voice and shouting: "Acheng, I wish you best! What's the situation over your side?"
Qing Huan shouted to him, "Our side should be the restaurant theme, and Ah Cheng is the laboratory theme. What about your side?"
Cen Ziyan's voice trembled a little: "Our side is a ward, there is a hospital bed, and an infusion stand, and there is a prop dummy on the bed and on the bed... It's bloody, I... I don't dare to touch it."
Bai Jinqiu's voice came faintly: "Yanyan, come here."
Cen Ziyan replied "Auntie", and immediately left the small barred window obediently.
Tomorrow night, Cheng, as the middleman connecting the three rooms, shouted to both sides at the same time: "Let's find each one first, and share what we find useful!"
Lightly nodded.
After communicating with the others, Qing Huan turned around to look for Nan Yang. Nanyang was still sitting next to the hot pot, and the two small plates were empty, and she was passing a lettuce to her mouth.
"Why are you still eating?" Qing Huan was a little helpless. Although she asked, she still picked up a pair of chopsticks and helped Nan Yang to put the balls from the hot pot into her bowl.
"It's still early, don't rush." Nanyang swallowed the lettuce, and took a ball from the bowl.
"Eat less, what should I do if I eat too much and want to go to the toilet?" Qing Huan poured a glass of water for Nanyang, "We are still locked up, we have no clue."
"… Um."
Although Nanyang agreed, but the chopsticks still did not stop.
Tomorrow night, Cheng's voice suddenly came from the small iron window: "Master! I found a small box behind the specimen shelf!"
Qing Huan immediately got up and walked over, looking through the window at the small wooden box in Ming Wancheng's hand, "It's... is there a lock?"
"Yes, you need a key." Tomorrow night, Cheng squeezed the small lock and shook it.
There was also a voice from Cen Ziyan's side: "A Cheng, I found a small key in that dummy's pocket, can you see if you can open your lock?"
Tomorrow night Cheng happily ran over to get the key, tried it, and sure enough, the small lock was opened. There was a note lying in the box. Qi Yi took it out and read it out in the dim light: "The first password number in room 2 - the number of fish balls with hearts on the shelf in room 1."
The air was quiet for a second.
Tomorrow night, Cheng and Qi Yi raised their heads together and looked at Qing Huan over the bars.
Qing Huan also turned her head and stared blankly at the empty ball dish beside Nan Yang.
"You... how many balls did you eat just now?" Qing Huan asked cautiously.
Nanyang stared blankly at his bowl and was speechless for a while.
Tomorrow night, Cheng threw himself on the iron window, grabbed the iron rod and wished he could come and curse: "Ah, you big-mouthed devil actually ate all our clues!!!"