The characteristics of these films are so obvious that you can tell them at a glance.
Screenwriter Xu said with certainty: "It's numbers."
"The empty rooms are partitions." Kang Mucheng divided the film into five rows.
The numbers obtained are:
179
17931
183
317946
1793
At the same time, a remote control was also found on the side of the shelf. The exhibition hall was playing a projector, and the air conditioning was set by the central air conditioning system. There was no need to touch it, so it was very likely a machine.
Screenwriter Xu took it and pressed the number on it several times.
No response.
"What the hell is this?" he was puzzled and dissatisfied.
Jian Jing waited outside for a long time without hearing any movement, and could not help but knock on the door: "Boss Kang?"
"I'm fine." Kang Mucheng took off his suit jacket, leaned against the door and briefly explained the results to him, "This string of numbers should be a password."
Jian Jing agreed and sat on the floor in distress.
I have just touched the threshold of converting letters into numbers, but I have no idea about the rules of numbers.
What does this password mean
Inside the door, Kang Mucheng took his cell phone and used the built-in calculator to add, subtract, multiply and divide, trying to find the connection between several numbers. Unfortunately, he found nothing.
"It's neither an arithmetic progression nor a geometric ratio." He calculated, but had no clue. "Sometimes it's big, sometimes it's small. There's no pattern at all."
Screenwriter Xu squatted beside him, pondered for a while, and said, "Four of the five numbers are 179. Does it have any special meaning?"
Kang Mucheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Assuming 179 is x, it will become like this." Screenwriter Xu's fingers flew, typing a new number series ranking in the memo.
The original sequence is:
179
17931
183
317946
1793
x replaces 179 and becomes:
x31
183
3x46
x3
Kang Mucheng was silent for a while: "So?"
Screenwriter Xu: “…”
There was an awkward silence.
"I work in the literary field, and you ask me to count." Screenwriter Xu scratched his head and admitted frankly, "I have no clue. This is all nonsense. I can't understand it at all."
Kang Mucheng: "Same."
"Aren't you a top student at Columbia University?" Screenwriter Xu asked doubtfully.
"This password is related to the profession, so we need to find the right way to go about it." Kang Mucheng thought and knocked on the door. "Jingjing, have you solved it?"
Outside the door, Jian Jing sat cross-legged on the cold ground and asked them: "What do you think of the remote control captain?"
"It's the ordinary one with a small screen on top and buttons on the back." Kang Mucheng replied.
“Is the key a number or a letter?”
“Both.”
A numeric keypad again
The first number is 179. 1 cannot be pressed 7 times, 7 can be pressed once, but it conflicts with 9. It is not the password type of the previous bathroom.
Why has 179 appeared so many times? Is there anything special about 179 on the keyboard
Jian Jing opened her input method and her fingertips moved from "1" to "7" and then to "9".
Huh.
My heart was moved, I drew it again and again, but I couldn’t make a mistake, 1-7-9, it’s l.
What about 17931? 口? No, it's o.
Understood.
183 is v.
317946 is e.
1793 is u.
"Boss Kang, I solved it." Jian Jing got up and said, "It's love u. Five letters."
Kang Mucheng was surprised, then he suddenly realized what was going on and picked up the remote control and pressed a few letters.
After the five inputs were completed, there was a loud "click" and a box on the shelf fell off. He picked it up and saw that it was "The Skeleton Key".
□□.
When I opened the box, I found not only the film but also a brass key.
Insert it into the keyhole, just right, twist it, the lock tongue moves, and the tightly closed door opens.
Jian Jing let out a sigh of relief quite obviously, and couldn't help asking again: "Are you guys okay?"
"It's okay." Kang Mucheng felt warm in his heart, "Are you okay? This is the current situation. Where are Mrs. Qin and Mr. Qin?"
Jian Jing shook her head: "Anyway, the villa's security system has been activated, and we are all locked up here." She suddenly remembered something and asked hesitantly, "Boss Kang, a private security system would have... well, something with greater lethality?"
"Of course." Kang Mucheng said, "Ordinary people can't carry guns, and the security system is not powerful. How can we prevent crime?"
Jian Jing was confused: "Ah?"
His stunned look was particularly interesting. Kang Mucheng could not help shaking his head and explaining some relevant knowledge to him: the crime rate in this world is very high, and people's lives and property are under great threat. Under the premise of banning guns, people will choose to install various security systems in order to ensure their own safety.
Normally, security companies with national qualifications will not install lethal equipment. Most of them are iron cages, electric fences, anesthetic gases, etc., which are mainly used to control criminals.
However, this is not necessarily the case.
Some people will modify the equipment themselves, while others will hire less formal teams. The security facilities they build may have a certain degree of lethality.
Jian Jing rubbed her temples, thinking that she had wrongly blamed the system. It was not that the system had made a wrong judgment, but that the world had changed.
"This villa is full of treasures," he said carefully, "we'd better not take any risks."
Kang Mucheng and the other person who was explaining it had already realized it, and their expressions were solemn: "You are right." He walked to the original staircase, went up and fumbled for a while, and confirmed, "It's just a wall, there is something."
"There must be a mechanism." Screenwriter Xu had always been interested in the dark room in Yuhui Villa, and he walked around, looking for something that looked like a trigger.
The corridor is very long, with two plaster sculptures placed in proportion in the middle.
One is Cupid and the other is Venus de Milo.
Screenwriter Xu tried to turn the two statues, but they didn't move at all. He couldn't help but hold his chin and muttered, "It's completely different from what I imagined."
Kang Mucheng was more pragmatic. Seeing that it was troublesome to find the mechanism, he went straight to the end of the corridor and tried to push open the window.
The windows of the villa cannot be opened completely. They can only be opened slightly from the inside to let in air. However, the windows are tiny, so even a cat cannot get in, let alone a human.
He picked up his cell phone, but the signal was still weak.
"There is a jammer." Kang Mucheng pinched his brows and called out, "Boss Qin, Madam Qin?"
The sound floated into the rain and never came back.
At this moment, in the storage room next to the coffee shop, Editor-in-Chief Guo and President Qin were having a conversation.
"Is it open?" Editor-in-Chief Guo crossed his arms. "It's so stuffy in here. It's just a warehouse, why is there a smart lock installed?"
The coffee shop was crowded, so they chose this storage room to talk. Halfway through the conversation, the power went out and the door was locked, trapping the two of them here.
"The villa needs constant temperature and humidity, so it would be convenient to have an intelligent system." Mr. Qin entered the wrong password again and paced around in annoyance. "What the hell, my password failed."
Editor Guo remained calm, but his words were full of ulterior motives: "The password your wife told you is wrong?"
"That's right. It seems like there's something wrong with it." President Qin frowned. "Maybe the system has been reset. A new initial password is needed."
Editor-in-Chief Guo asked: “What should we do then?”
"It will be sent to my phone after it is reset, but my phone has no signal right now." President Qin irritably untied his wife's tie, which was the same color as her dress, and threw it aside. "I can only look for the emergency code."
Editor-in-Chief Guo glanced at the tie and asked, "What's the emergency code?"
"According to the system settings, each area will have an emergency code. Once you find it, you can leave." President Qin searched through the rows of coffee beans and roasting ingredients on the shelf, looking impatient. "I don't know where this room is hidden. You should also get up and look for it. We have to leave quickly."
Editor-in-Chief Guo picked up a bag of tapioca flour and flipped through it casually: "You are afraid of being cheated. Haven't you been planning to divorce your wife for a long time? Just let me see it, so you don't have to keep silent all the time."
In the dim light of the mobile phone, a hint of gloom flashed across President Qin's eyes, but his words were perfunctory: "It's too ugly to make a scene like this, and it's not good for our reputation either."
Editor-in-Chief Guo remained silent, turned his back, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly, with an expression of great mockery.
How could she be the editor-in-chief of one of the best publishing houses in the country? How could she be a naive person who didn't understand what was said? But this man thought she was really blinded by greed and just followed whatever he said.
He clearly doesn't want a divorce.
If you don't divorce and play love games with him, do you think you are lacking love
What matters is Mrs. Qin's identity.
"Is that all?" His tone softened, as if he was convinced, but a little worried, "You and your wife were showing affection before, are you planning to divorce?"
President Qin retorted: "You believe it's just a show?"
Editor-in-Chief Guo stopped talking.
After a moment, "Found it." President Qin found an iPad on a shelf. In addition to the account records of purchases, there was also an emergency code 51361 written in the memo.
He immediately ran to the door, unlocked it, and felt relieved.
Editor-in-Chief Guo shuddered suddenly, and a dark cloud suddenly passed by.
51361, it sounds like... I'm going to kill you
"Oh." Jian Jing sighed heavily, sat with her back against the wall, and took a sip of the cold milk tea.
It was 6:48, two hours had passed since they were trapped, but they still hadn't found a way to leave the building. It was past dinner time, and everyone was hungry, so they could only fill their stomachs with milk tea, coffee, and popcorn sent by Mrs. Qin.
Screenwriter Xu was crunching caramel popcorn while trying to find conversation: "This big company is doing too well. Why are they just keeping silent and not letting us in?"
"No, security systems are rated." These days, the people with the most security systems are the rich, and Kang Mucheng happens to be a rich man. He explained, "Different levels have different plans. Private exhibition halls are at most Class B. Even if they have modified the equipment themselves, the structure remains unchanged, and there must be an escape route."
Jian Jing was still confused: "What's the rating?"
"Ordinary residential buildings of level D only have alarm defense facilities. For example, if someone breaks into your home, an alarm will be automatically sounded, and all doors except the main door will be automatically locked to ensure your safety as the top priority." Kang Mucheng was very patient. "Corporate and enterprise level C, in addition to alarm defense, also has a secret door mechanism to facilitate the police to catch the intruder."
"Class B means there are control-type devices?"
"Yes, tear gas and power grids can all be used, but according to regulations, escape routes must be left. It is against the rules to seal them all off." Kang Mucheng said firmly, "There must be a way to leave here. Let's look for it."
"Wait," Jian Jing stopped him, "What is level A?"
Screenwriter Xu laughed: "A-level can only be installed by government departments, and they are allowed to be shot to death."
"So that's it." Jian Jing tried hard to absorb the common sense settings that were different from the past world.
"Writer Xu, come and take a look at these paintings." Kang Mucheng pointed his phone at the paintings on the wall, "Could the mechanism be hidden here?"
Screenwriter Xu perked up and straightened his body to pick it up: "Bring it here and let me see."
"I'll do it." Kang Mucheng was 85 meters tall and could easily pick the apples without having to tiptoe.
The paintings and frames were a bit heavy, so he took them out one by one and placed them neatly on the floor tiles, aligning them front to back. Jian Jing squatted over to check and couldn't help but complain: "Boss Kang, your obsessive-compulsive disorder is quite serious."
"Occupational disease." Kang Mucheng did not deny this minor problem. He hated emails with incorrect format, incorrect word order or incorrect punctuation. Once he encountered them, he would circle them with a pen to correct them.
Without a doubt, it's the aftereffect of being an editor.
Screenwriter Xu whispered, "I hate this kind of editing the most."
"No." Jian Jing agreed subconsciously.
Kang Mucheng: "Ahem!"
The two writers were suddenly silent.
Jian Jing fumbled around on the picture frame, and with her extraordinary observation skills, she soon found a discordant protrusion on the side of the frame. She scratched it with her fingernail and found a key hidden inside.
"It really is." He was delighted but also puzzled, "Why is it hidden in the painting?"
"The lights are off." Screenwriter Xu took the key and turned it twice. "There is a keyhole on the wall. Is this the key to open this door?"
He was referring to another room on the first floor.
Yuhui Villa is a residence, so naturally it is not as spacious as a large art gallery. The second floor is the main exhibition hall, while the first floor is much smaller, with only a living room, a private cinema, a toilet, and a locked exhibition hall.
Insert the key, turn it, and it opens.
Jian Jing: “…”
The toilet has a smart lock, but the exhibition hall has an ordinary lock. Is there something wrong with this world, or is there something wrong with the system