So the Soviet team led by Victor and composed of Cui Zuojing and Fu Zhe started the first confrontation with the American team led by Allen.
Half an hour later, everyone who was ready gathered in the living room, and everyone got the keys that Fu Zhe specially prepared.
"let's start."
Following Fu Zhe's order, they each opened the doors of different rooms with keys and walked in.
Cui Zuojing, who was holding Victor Shunmao, saw the back of the last person disappearing into the living room, stood up, moved his wrists and said with a smile, "It's time to start working."
"Go." Fu Zhe sat at the table with his eyes closed, feeling the constantly changing space in the castle. In this test, he needed to create a variety of terrain environments, and the work was the most arduous.
Stepping into the door, Dong Zheng's eyes were full of flowers, and he was not surprised to see that the scene in front of him had completely changed.
The originally bright castle was dark at this moment, and the candlesticks on the wall that had never been used were filled with candles, some were extinguished and some were lit, burning quietly, casting his swaying shadow on the wall.
This is a long corridor with many doors open on both sides. The dark blue door panels are tightly closed, and there are chaotic house numbers hanging on them. Dong Zheng has never seen this in the castle.
He touched his pocket and found a lighter in it.
Anyway, it wasn't the illusion created by Fu Zhe, or the venue he twisted with the power of space. Dong Zheng didn't spend too much time on this issue. He walked slowly along the corridor, and every time he passed a door, he tried to push.
Going all the way to the end of the corridor, Dong Zheng didn't find a door that could be opened, they were all locked.
He stopped, turned around, and stood at this end of the corridor, looking back at the way he came.
Except for a total of forty-seven doors on both sides, this corridor, about fifty meters long, is completely closed. There are huge oil paintings hanging at both ends.
Decrypt
Dong Zheng observed carefully again, the corridor was very empty, except for the door and number plate, the candles burning on both sides seemed to contain some information.
If counting from the place where he entered, the numbers of the lit candlesticks are 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11, 13, 16, 18, 26, 28, 36, 38, forming a sequence of numbers. There should be some relationship between them.
Dong Zheng thought for a few minutes, walked to the 47th candlestick, and lit the candle.
A few seconds later, the door numbered B476 opened silently behind him.
Dong Zheng took off the unburned candles on the candlestick next to them and put them in his pocket just in case, turned around and walked into the door.
It is indeed a regular sequence of numbers just now. Except for 1 and 2 of the first two items, each subsequent item is larger than the previous one, and can be expressed as one as the smallest sum of the preceding two items. For example, the fifth item is 8, because if it is 7, it can be the sum of 1 and 6, or the sum of 3 and 4, which does not conform to the law.
Dong Zheng's economics is not for nothing. This sequence is called the Ulam sequence, which is very famous in the mathematics community, and the problem of sequence density has not been solved so far.
The same corridor is connected behind the door. Some candles are still lit and some are extinguished. Dong Zheng walked through it and determined that it is also a sequence puzzle.
It's just that the painting at the end of the corridor seems to be a little different from just now, and it has become clearer.
Three minutes later, Dong Zheng entered the door numbered A182.
After passing through six such corridors, the situation finally changed. The candles in this corridor were all extinguished, and there was no door.
Dong Zheng: …
so dark.
Fortunately, he took a candle before, and Dong Zheng lit a candle. Wu had a bad premonition. He walked slowly, stepped on the dark velvet carpet, and walked to the end without making a sound.
At this time, the portrait is very clear. In the painting is a young girl with soft facial features. Her long black hair is loosely tied into a twist, and it hangs softly behind her. She was wearing a dark blue dress, with both hands propped on the chair, her body leaned forward slightly, as if she was listening intently to the artist's words, and she seemed to want to talk to the person watching the painting.
Dong Zheng stood still in front of her, a little puzzled. The place was created by Fu Zhe. This girl should be someone he knew. At least Fu Zhe had seen it before.
He looked at the girl in the painting carefully, and suddenly felt that she seemed to blink.
Dong Zheng immediately looked into her eyes. This time, he clearly saw the girl's brows slightly wrinkled, and then she began to smile.
"You don't seem to dream often, which is a bit difficult to handle." The girl whispered, "That's not good for adults. If you lose even the most basic ability to dream, life will be much less interesting."
Dong Zheng couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. He frowned and took two steps back. At the same time, he focused on the situation in the kernel to determine whether the firewall had been invaded.
As if she could really see him, the girl showed an aggrieved expression: "Why are you hiding from me, am I scary?"
The firewall connecting the sky stands quietly, and there are no gaps in the shielding stand, and there is no trace of being invaded.
If this is an illusion created by Fu Zhe, then his strength is really unfathomable.
Seeing that Dong Zheng didn't speak or did anything else, the girl sighed softly, got up from the chair, took a few steps forward, and stopped when she was about to walk out of the frame if she walked any further.
She stretched out her hand to Dong Zheng: "Come with me, I will take you back to the dream, otherwise, it will be too troublesome."
Dong Zheng took another step back.
girl: …
Still unable to find out what was wrong with the inner core, Dong Zheng doubtfully switched the candle to his left hand and asked, "Who are you?"
The girl's eyes lit up, she seemed to have long expected Dong Zheng's question, she stretched her hand forward again, and said like a child, "I'll tell you when I go with me."
Dong Zheng looked at her in silence, and across a thick canvas, he seemed to see a deep blue in the girl's black eyes, and also saw the moon and stars.
Under the stalemate between the two, Dong Zheng finally reached out his hand slowly and lightly touched the position of the girl's palm on the canvas.
At the moment when his fingertips felt the rough texture of the canvas, the candle in his hand went out, everything went dark, and a force came out of the painting, pulling Dong Zheng into it.
The skin that belongs to the girl is warm and soft, his hand is held, he floats into another dimension, and he hears the voice from the front:
"My name is Luo Xuan, and now I will give you the right to dream again."
Dong Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.
The candle was still burning, leaving a stream of tears silently, and he was lying by the half-open door with E812 on the number, which was the last door he entered.
The painting at the end of the corridor was completely clear, with a long table covered with a red tablecloth and a dazzling array of food on it, and there were no girls.
Everything just now seemed to be a dream.
Dong Zheng stood up by pressing his temples and frowned. He hadn't had such a clear and real dream for a long time.
No, in the doll's house, he once dreamed of the transaction between his mother and Chang Hui.
The girl in the dream called herself Luo Wan. He knew that she was one of Cui Zuojing's teammates back then, and eventually became the master of the dream. So is the dream of the doll's house, and everything just now, all hints that Luo Wan gave him
What was she trying to tell him
Dong Zheng put his doubts in his heart, and planned to discuss this issue with Cui Zuojing in detail after the assessment was over. Now the matter at hand is more important.
He adjusted his state, glanced at the house number again, and stepped forward.
Ellen heard strange noises again.
He pricked up his ears, but his footsteps did not stop, and he continued down the spiral staircase step by step.
Just like in a tower in a fairy tale, the stairs seem to have no end, leading all the way to hell. Every three meters of vertical distance on the wall will open a small round window, which roughly represents the height of the first floor.
Alan looked down the stairs, only to see bottomless darkness.
This gave Allen an uncontrollable uneasiness. He took a deep breath and repeatedly reminded himself that these were the terrain and environment simulated by Fu Zhe, and that there was nothing fatal.
After these 20 days of special training, his physical strength has been greatly improved, and now he has walked for nearly 20 minutes without feeling too tired.
It won't go on like this forever.
Allen was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a weird low laugh, coming from behind him, as if it was sticking to the back of his head.
What the hell!
Before the brain decides, the body has already made the most real response, and Alan runs away. He stepped to another circle below in a few steps, glanced up in panic, and found that there was nothing at the place where he was just now.
hallucinations
Alan noticed something was wrong, he gradually stopped, and regained the ability to think in fear.
As he gradually descended, the frequency of the sound seemed to be higher, and it was getting closer and more strange.
Could it be that the further down the stairs, the deeper he would sink
Allen dare not doubt Fu Zhe's ability. At least at this stage, no one in their team has the ability to fight back after confronting Fu Zhe and Cui Zuojing. Victor was not restricted by the cat's body and ability to be aggressive. , it is relatively easy to deal with, but now that the first layer of physical ability has been unblocked, no one knows how strong it is.
Can't go any further.
Before meeting Dong Zhenglinhai, Allen had gone through two boxes by himself.
…
Lin Hangzhi carefully came out from behind the stack of books. He had just thrown Victor away from the labyrinth-like corridor, and in a panic, he entered a door by instinct. This is an incomparably huge room, filled with various books, each pile is about seven or eight meters high, and if you are not careful, a chain reaction will occur.
This should be the space that Fu Zhe created with his study... Lin Hangzhi walked through the stack of books, looking for the exit to the next place.
He searched for five or six minutes, and suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass blasting from directly above his head, accompanied by a familiar voice, cheering: "I'm hero!"
Lin Hangzhi raised his head in horror, and his eyes were completely occupied by Allen who suddenly jumped out of the high window on the wall and was in free fall.
At the same moment, Allen also saw Lin Hangzhi who was where he landed, and the two of them screamed at the same time.
"what!"
"what!!!"