Bai Chunian touched the wall of the hot spring bathroom and walked around, checking for clues that were not found. Just after walking around, a gap gradually appeared on the door on the north wall, but when the entire door appeared, the door immediately followed. The width begins to narrow, and the speed is very fast. If you don't seize this opportunity, this door will probably disappear in a flash.
Bai Chunian quickly picked up the HK417 confiscated by the mercenaries, carried it on his back, quickly picked up Rimbaud, ran towards the door that was about to disappear, rolled nimbly on the spot when approaching the gap, and rolled into the next room, the door disappeared immediately , the two were re-trapped in a new room.
Bai Chunian first glanced at his watch. To be on the safe side, Bai Chunian took all the watches from the mercenary's corpse, both mechanical and electronic. The moment the two of them entered the room, the time of all the watches jumped to one o'clock in the afternoon.
The wallpaper in this room is also a red pattern, and it is also a cube room with the same length, width and height.
There are five or six metal shelves in the center of the room, surrounded by sinks, stoves, range hoods, baskets, fresh cabinets, knife racks, delicate dishes on the table, and wiped clean dishes on the walls. Mirror.
This is a back kitchen. Bai Chunian numbered this back kitchen as 13 in his heart, because the time in this room is always one o'clock in the afternoon.
"Are they all built according to the specifications of a certain villa?" Bai Chunian guessed silently.
Bai Chunian checked the shelves and cabinets, and picked up a note from the ground.
The paper and handwriting of the note are the same as the one found in the bathroom, it is left by the missing writer, and the page number is marked with "page two", but it is not neatly arranged like the previous note It looks like it was thrown on the ground in a panic.
"I see, this is actually a maze. I can't predict what kind of room I will walk into next second. I can't walk anymore. The room I am in now is a yellow dollhouse, which is very cozy (if If you ignore the mirrors everywhere on the wall), there are plush teddy bears and pink rabbits on the carpet, a small coffee table for building blocks in the middle, and a pile of block blocks on the table. In particular, fortunately, I learned descriptive geometry during college, and I can easily draw its three-dimensional view and three-dimensional diagram. If the police can see it, I hope it can help you find clues.”
Looking at architectural drawings is a compulsory course for alliance agents, and Bai Chunian easily understands what the writer wants to express from the scribbled illustrations:
This is a pile of odd-shaped buildings made up of 28 square blocks, and the shape is not any common cube. The shape of the entire cube appears to be a hollow cuboid with a base of three times three and a height of five.
This coincides with the number on the clock, and it can be preliminarily inferred that this is the three-dimensional design drawing of the entire secret room.
The arrangement of cubic volume wood is actually very strange. It has seven pieces at the bottom, three pieces on the second floor, eight pieces on the third floor, three pieces on the fourth floor, and seven pieces on the fifth floor. There are many hollow spaces in the middle of the cubic building.
The writer drew three circles on the sketch map, and divided the cube into three vertically. The leftmost layer is marked with blue, the middle layer is marked with red, and the rightmost layer is marked with yellow.
Bai Chunian sat on the ground and closed his eyes to think about this scribbled schematic diagram.
When a cubic building has three views and three-dimensional drawings, the specific shape and placement of the entire building can be completely determined, but 324 gives too many interference clues, such as color, digital time, placement shape, and room functions. Laws cannot be linked together.
Bai Chunian finally understood how appropriate the content of file F that Enke said was to the description of 324. This is an extremely self-centered experimental subject. All the puzzles he gave were derived from his own weird ideas, and he never considered No wonder the experience and situation of the problem solver will be incinerated and disposed of as a failed defective product. He will not be able to filter out low-IQ humans at all.
Bai Chunian sat on the ground with his eyes closed and meditated. Rimbaud didn't bother him. He sat by the cupboard admiring the gemstone ring Bai Chunian wore on the tip of his tail. While admiring, he picked up a plate and ate it as a biscuit.
"This." Rimbaud looked at the last piece of porcelain he had bitten into, tilted his head and read, "One Yuan Renguang."
Bai Chunian looked back at him, and Lan Bo picked up the broken porcelain in his hand and shook it at him.
"Baby, do you only read the parts you know?" Bai Chunian took the porcelain plate, and then picked up another complete plate to examine, and found that the plate was printed with the custom pattern of "Zhengyuan Restaurant".
This is a restaurant with a good reputation that exists in reality. Its reputation is similar to that of Quanjude. It is located at the intersection of Fengcheng South Road and Hongya Road in Tongkou City, and everyone in China knows it.
The 109 Institute is also built on the outskirts of the city, and the distance between the two places is less than an hour's drive.
The communicator rang again.
He Zhuang said: "The restaurant opened just now, and we are now in the next room. I don't understand what this room is for. There are four car seats in the middle. There is a steering wheel in front of the left front seat, and the right manual There is an ashtray in front and an empty signal light, and the signal light is depressed, which means there are people in the car. This is a Volkswagen Santana taxi."
Bai Chunian: "The color of the wallpaper, and what time."
What is the so-called: "Red, twelve o'clock at noon. Where is your place?"
Bai Chunian: "I now have a basic profile of Wuxiang Stalker, but I'm not sure yet."
What is the so-called: "You still know this?"
Profiling refers to inferring the psychology of the observed person through his behavior.
"I'll tell you when I'm sure." Bai Chunian was still thinking about another question. He held up the icon left by the missing writer, walked around the room a few times, suddenly jumped up, and landed heavily on the ground.
Rimbaud was stunned, forgot to eat the broken porcelain in his hand, and went to look at the fool.
After Bai Chunian jumped a few times, a gap appeared from the bottom of the doors on the three walls of the room. The gap became bigger and bigger, and the door gradually became complete.
The room where Bai Chunian was was hit by a downward impact, so it slid down.
"It really is a map."
Through the analysis of the three-view and three-dimensional diagrams drawn on the note, the lower part of Room 13 where Bai Chunian is located is empty, which now proves that all rooms move vertically or horizontally.
Bai Chunian chose a doorway to look out, the outside of the three doorways was not a room, but a large black space through it. This also confirms the accuracy of the drawings left by the missing writer.
"The room can be moved." Bai Chunian told He Zuoyuan the news.
Rimbaud kept staring at the last unopened door, licking his lips hungrily.
Bai Chunian turned around and called him: "What are you looking at?"
Rimbaud thought for a while in confusion: "A painting, passing by."
Bai Chunian didn't understand what he meant, so he went to the only door that was not opened and studied it carefully: "What painting?"
Lan Bo lightly described: "Red, broken, flat, large pieces, not edible."
"..." Bai Chunian couldn't figure out what the painting looked like, so he had to give up for the time being and hugged Rimbaud, "Let's go out and have a look, hold me tight."
Rimbaud put his arms around Alpha's neck, wrapped his tail around him, and gently rubbed the fish-shaped mark on the side of his neck with the tip of his nose: "Good boy."
"Really." Bai Chunian raised half of his eyebrows and patted Rimbaud's buttocks, "I will be more obedient in the future."
Rimbaud seemed to be somewhat resistant to such an action that offended his status, but he looked at the smiling and well-behaved alpha, and thought it could be forgiven, so he warned in a low voice: "No, touch there."
"After that, you don't need to touch it with your hands." Bai Chuqing smiled.
Walking out of the back kitchen, the two of them entered a large empty and dark space. There was no other design, but rails were erected horizontally and vertically, a bit like the kind of scaffolding with green nets on the outside when building a building. It can be seen that these square rooms are all It moves on the track, as long as a force is applied to one side of the room, it will cause the room to move.
Holding Rimbaud in one hand, Bai Chunian held up the strong flashlight found from the mercenary in the other hand, and searched carefully around the room he just walked out of.
There were some dried blood and residue on the ground close to the wall. Bai Chunian squatted down and touched the ground with a flashlight. The blood residue stuck to his fingertips.
Following the direction of the blood, Bai Chunian glanced up the wall, and was looking at a bloody face.
"Fuck me."
Startled, Bai Chunian took two steps back before he saw his whole body. It was a corpse that had been crushed alive. The bones and flesh were stuck to the wall, crushed to pieces.
"A pancake." Rimbaud stretched out his nails and gently picked at the meat residue on the wall, and asked softly with his arms around Alpha's neck, "Damn it, shouldn't you eat it?"
"Expired meat makes you sick to your stomach. Let's not eat this." Bai Chunian lifted the omega in his arms, "Let's move out first, it's easy to send yourself away if you stay here for a long time."
Before the words were finished, the room that Bai Chunian had just stepped down began to float up, and at the same time, the room above the two of them was rapidly descending, and if they took a slow step, they would end up in the same fate as the squashed corpse on the wall.
In a hurry, Bai Chunian led Lan Bo to jump and roll to the right, a doorway appeared above, Bai Chunian took advantage of the opportunity to throw Lan Bo out, Lan Bo stretched out his sharp claws with both fingertips, and firmly grasped the ground of the upper doorway , flung off the fish tail and wrapped it around Bai Chunian's hand, and rolled into the room with Alpha.
The door closes and disappears, and it only takes one second later for the two of them to be crushed to death by the falling room, or to be cut in half during the translation of two adjacent rooms.
It's a bright blue room. Bai Chunian glanced at his watch, it showed eleven o'clock in the morning.
There are not too many furnishings in the room, only a huge horizontal cylindrical steel machine is placed in the middle, and there is a square iron door with a handle in front of the machine.
Bai Chunian opened the iron door and took a look, he was sure it was an incinerator.
"Captain He." Bai Chunian tapped on the communicator, "I'm sure now that these rooms are related to time. These are all the places Wuxiang Stalker passed by on the way to escape from the 109 Institute. It is copied and turned into a room, and the time in the room is the time when he arrives in every place."
"324 fled before entering the incinerator of the research institute. The room showed eleven o'clock in the morning. After walking for an hour, he saw a taxi. Because he would be invisible, he would not be noticed when he got into the car, and followed the passengers in the taxi. I got off the car from Zhengyuan Restaurant and got into the back kitchen to hide, the time in the back kitchen is one o'clock in the afternoon, and this critical part of the journey just happened to be right."
"Captain He?"
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