The safety passage was cramped, narrow and covered with dust. Jian Jing could sit with her back straight, but screenwriter Xu and Kang Mucheng could only curl up and lean to the side to rest.
"I've written many adventure dramas, but this is the first time I've personally participated in one." Screenwriter Xu said self-deprecatingly, "Look, there are no zombies, no monsters, and no beetles, and we are in such a mess. From now on, I will never have the right to complain that the protagonist won too easily."
Jian Jing was amused by him.
Screenwriter Xu heard her laughter and changed the subject, saying with a smile: "But I'm old, there's nothing I can do. Jingjing is very much like the white kitten, smart and clever."
White Cat is the heroine of "White Cat Detective", a super detective girl who has been genetically modified by aliens.
"Well, all that's missing is genetic modification." Perhaps it was because the darkness gave people too much pressure, the usually serious Kang Mucheng actually started joking.
Jian Jing: "Mr. Kang, you are not suitable for this style."
"I've always been like this." Unexpectedly, Kang Mucheng didn't admit it, "It's just that I was more serious with you before. After all, if you're too friendly to the author, they'll tend to delay the manuscript."
Jian Jing: “…”
"That's the truth." Screenwriter Xu laughed. "Without a dignified editor watching over them, authors will do anything to delay submitting their manuscripts. I would rather go to the hospital for surgery than submit my manuscripts."
Jian Jing thought about it and had to admit that it was true. In her eyes, Kang Mucheng was both a brother and a father. He not only took care of her life, but also kept a close eye on her work. He said that she would submit her manuscripts on time and would not delay for even a day.
"She" respected him but was also a little afraid of him, just like a primary school student handing in homework, and never dared to skip it once.
"Then I will delay my submission next time," she said. "Mr. Kang no longer has any prestige in my eyes."
Kang Mucheng sneered, as if asking: Are you sure
Normally, Jian Jing would never confront Kang Mucheng head-on - the care and concern he showed to the other Jian Jing deserved her respect - but at this moment, everyone's nerves were on edge and needed jokes to ease the tension.
She indulged herself a little, snorted softly, and replied to him: We'll see.
Screenwriter Xu laughed again and asked, "What is Jingjing going to write next? To be honest, Doctor Demon is very suitable for being written into a series, and it is also suitable for being filmed as a TV series." After a pause, he said unexpectedly sincerely, "In fact, I want to introduce you to a friend. He recently wants to switch to filming TV series, but he doesn't want to write a script that is too long or too boring. A unit story like Doctor Demon, which is more like an American TV series, is very suitable."
Jian Jing was surprised at his honesty.
Screenwriter Xu had expressed this intention before, but it seemed that he was just talking casually and was not enthusiastic. Kang Mucheng wanted to wait for the price, but he did not show any eagerness. The two seemed to be in a business negotiation and were still in the trial stage.
But now, screenwriter Xu's attitude is very sincere and frank, and he has not concealed his optimism about "The Devil Doctor".
Everyone seemed to become closer all of a sudden.
Kang Mucheng sensed his change and changed his tone: "I absolutely believe in screenwriter Xu's vision. Let's talk about it after we get out."
Jian Jing naturally agreed with him: "You all have more experience than me, I just need to listen."
"You are so obedient, Mr. Kang has saved a lot of trouble." Screenwriter Xu said with emotion, "In our industry, it is not easy to find a suitable partner."
Only when a good horse meets a good horse trainer can both of them achieve success. But usually, writers think that book sellers are not good enough and underestimate their own talents, while book sellers think that writers are too ambitious. After all, literary publishing is also a business.
Trust is something that is easier said than done.
There was a moment of silence.
Jian Jing closed her eyes and rested for a while. After her strength was slightly restored, she said, "I'll go check it out ahead."
Kang Mucheng: "It's still me..."
"I'm small." Jian Jing retorted.
He paused. His height and long legs used to be his advantage, but in this kind of passage, his head, shoulders and legs were stuck. He could only tell her, "Be careful."
"I know." Jian Jing climbed very quickly with the help of night vision goggles, and soon came to the turning point. After turning around, she felt the angle was tilted, as if it went straight to the ground.
"It seems like I can go down here." She was extremely surprised and quickly changed her posture and slid down like a slide.
The slide was straight without any turns, and ended after five or six meters. My feet stepped on a steel plate with a small combination lock on it. Through the thin steel plate, I could hear the sound of wind and rain outside.
Unlock this and you can get out.
Jian Jing was overjoyed and immediately looked around for clues.
There is a string of English letters carved on the back of the steel plate: snegoustlw.
The combination lock is also in English letters.
Jian Jing's English level is only around CET-4. After searching her memory, she thought that it was not a certain word, but an encrypted password.
Considering that there are not many letters, the encryption method should not be too complicated. There are two types of considerations for English letters, one is pinyin and the other is English.
Pinyin is divided into vowels and vowels, and the classification is as follows:
Initials: s, n, g, s, t, l, w
Finals: e, o, u
Obviously no match.
It should be English.
"Jingjing, are you okay?" Kang Mucheng's worried voice came from above.
"Nothing." She answered casually, "Decipher the code, wait."
There is a classic type of English encryption called the fence cipher.
snegoustlw has exactly 10 letters, which can be divided into two groups.
snego
ustl
su… n？ sun, sun
Jian Jing immediately rearranged them in the upper and lower combination, and it became sunsetglow.
Sunset, or afterglow.
She adjusted the letters on the combination lock and spelled out the two words. With a slight click of the bolt, the lock opened, and the cold wind mixed with heavy raindrops rushed in and hit her face.
Jian Jing felt relieved and pushed the door open and walked out.
[Task completed, system settlement in progress]
The cold rain soaked her whole body, but she felt like she had survived a disaster and was extremely relaxed: "Boss Kang, Screenwriter Xu, come down, we can come out now."
Two minutes later, they also escaped from the villa successfully.
In the rainstorm, the three of them looked at each other and laughed spontaneously.
"Ouch." Screenwriter Xu wanted to say something, but couldn't come up with any words. He could only shake his head and laugh, "It's not easy."
Jian Jing was about to say something when she suddenly heard someone calling, "Is anyone there?"
"Who?" She walked towards the voice.
"It's me." Someone knocked on the door of a small room near the exit and called out, "Quickly reset the password to the control box outside."
Jian Jing recognized her voice: "Mrs. Qin?"
Screenwriter Xu and Kang Mucheng also followed over: "Mrs. Qin? Why are you here?"
"I came to the power distribution room to check the circuits, but I don't know what happened. The security system suddenly restarted and my phone had no signal. I couldn't get the new password and was trapped here." Mrs. Qin explained anxiously, "The control box outside can manually reset the password."
Kang Mucheng found the control box disguised as a bird's nest behind the distribution room. When he opened it, he found a smart panel inside.
Mrs. Qin said: "Press reset password and you will be asked to enter the current password. I can't receive this. You choose to restore the factory settings."
Kang Mucheng did as he was told, and then said, "I want a factory code."
"sko03725jolxmhod." Mrs. Qin gave the number.
The system displayed success and asked him to enter a new password.
Kang Mucheng set it to 8 zeros according to Mrs. Qin's request.
After success, Mrs. Qin entered the new password in the power distribution room and finally opened the door. She looked pale, with gratitude and guilt written all over her face: "Fortunately you escaped, otherwise I don't know what to do. I invited everyone to come to the exhibition, but this happened... I'm so sorry."
The others naturally couldn't blame her for anything, and they all comforted her, "It's just an accident, let's find the others first. Everyone must be tired after being trapped for so long."
"Yes, we all need a cup of hot coffee." Mrs. Qin joked and opened the coffee shop first.
There was no one inside.
She turned on the light and called out, "Is anyone here?"
"Who?!" There was a response from not far away.
Mrs. Qin hurried over.
As soon as the door opened, all the lights in the corridor came on, and the person lying in the middle was extremely conspicuous. "Husband?" Mrs. Qin ran over in surprise and called her husband, "Husband, what are you doing...ah!"
She screamed and fell to the ground.
Jian Jing's scalp exploded. She ran over quickly and saw the stiff Mr. Qin.
Completely dead.
At three o'clock in the morning, the heavy rain turned into a drizzle.
The police also arrived at this time, a car, two policemen, an auxiliary policeman, and a forensic doctor. There were thick red bloodshot eyes and a listless spirit.
On the one hand, Jian Jing felt sorry for their huge workload and having to work overtime in the middle of the night. On the other hand, she felt helpless about the speed of the police - it took them three hours to arrive after reporting the incident, and the opportunity was already lost.
However, despite the shortage of police force, the police still worked meticulously. After the forensic autopsy, the preliminary judgment was that the death was poisoning caused by inhaling deadly gases.
After learning about the accident that happened tonight, the police first questioned Mrs. Qin.
"Can you tell us about your security system?"
Mrs. Qin was very cooperative: "This is a private exhibition hall with a collection of many valuable artworks, so we applied for Class B security. Once the alarm procedure is activated, all doors will be locked, but considering unexpected situations, each room will have an emergency code."
The police nodded: "Can you call?"
"I can use the administrator password to log in, but today the system restarted directly due to a circuit failure. After the restart, the administrator password will be invalid and the new password will be sent to my mobile phone." Mrs. Qin explained.
The police officer asked: "You didn't receive the new password?"
"Yes, it seems that there is a bug in the system, and the signal blocker was turned on at the same time, causing the phone to be unable to receive messages normally. And I happened to be locked in the distribution room and could not manually reset the password." Mrs. Qin looked gloomy, "I didn't think it through..."
The police interrupted her confession: "What happened to the released gas? Why did it kill people? According to relevant regulations, Class B systems are not allowed to use lethal devices."
Mrs. Qin looked embarrassed and said hesitantly, "The space is too big and the standard anesthetic gas is too expensive, so my husband asked someone to buy some... um... aerosols that don't quite meet the standards. He said that those who would trigger the alarm must be guys with bad intentions, so we don't need to be too polite to them."
The police officer asked, "You mean your husband knew that the gas was lethal?"
"Yes." Mrs. Qin answered quickly.
"If he knew, why would he trigger the mechanism?" the police asked.
Mrs. Qin frowned: "Perhaps, it was not necessarily him who triggered it. There was another person at the scene. Mr. Police, I hope you can find out the truth. My husband could not have knowingly committed the crime."
"Thank you for your cooperation." The police temporarily stopped questioning.
The next person to be questioned was Editor-in-Chief Guo.
She truthfully recounted the process of Mr. Qin's death, but was vague about why the two were in the storage room.
The police did not let go of this flaw and got to the bottom of it: "Why did you go to the storage room?"
"I wanted to go to the back door to get some fresh air, so I took that road." Editor-in-Chief Guo said, "Sir, I don't think this matter is important. Mr. Qin's death... I suspect it was not an accident, but murder."
The policeman remained calm: "Why?"
"We don't know about the villa's security system, but how could the owner not know about it? When he saw the emergency button, he was very happy and pressed it without thinking." Editor-in-Chief Guo emphasized, "What he did can only prove that someone told him it was safe. Who knows the structure of the villa best?"
The two policemen who were asking questions looked at each other with unpredictable expressions.