Chapter 9 The Broken Mystery
"All right."
The handcuffs were successfully opened. Zhou Ziheng, who had achieved his mission, raised his eyes and met Xia Xiqing's straightforward eyes without any precaution. He subconsciously frowned, opened his eyes and coughed. With his wrists, he flicked the released handcuffs and held it with one hand. In the palm of his hand, he placed it on the wooden cabinet on the side.
Xia Xiqing smiled, touched his wrist and said thank you softly, remembering Zhou Ziheng's expression when he just finished the solution, "You also found out that it was Morse code, right?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded, put his hand in his pocket and glanced at the time, "But I can't remember the exact correspondence of Morse code. It's a bit difficult to solve, so I can only make up."
Xia Xiqing played the music that he had paused before, and explained along with the music: "At the beginning, there was a long pause, then three short pauses, and after the short pauses, the music resumed, [long, short, short, short] ] corresponds to the letter B, followed by a [short, long, short], which is the letter R." The music continued to play mixed with the inserted sound, "[Short] - the letter E...[Short] , long] - letter A... [long, short, long] - letter K..."
BREAK—break
"Break the mirror." Before Xia Xiqing could finish explaining the next two words, Zhou Ziheng had already given the answer.
"That's right." Xia Xiqing laughed. This smile seemed to be different from the previous one, with a hearty feeling.
Probably an illusion, Zhou Ziheng thought.
"Why are you so familiar with Morse code?" Zhou Ziheng walked over to turn off the music, picked up the vinyl record that he hadn't observed carefully before, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"When I was in junior high school, the teacher of Mathematical Olympiad said it, and I thought it was very interesting. I used this to pass the answers to others during the exam. I didn't use it when I went to the liberal arts class in high school. I just remembered it after reacting for a while." Xia Xiqing The toe of his leather shoes gently touched the ground, "But is it too difficult for the program team to set up? If you don't know this knowledge, you won't be able to figure it out."
"Actually, they thought about it very well." Zhou Ziheng handed the vinyl record to Xia Xiqing, with the name of the suite Mirror written on it, "Just now when I was writing a note, you played this piano piece. People who are familiar with music can directly hear that this is a mirror suite, and then think of the mirror next to the gramophone.
"If you want to think of breaking a mirror..." Xia Xiqing thought of the bookmark in the previous book, "Whatever I touch, everything will be broken."
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "I guess the fragments of the note are also one of the hints. So the program team arranged several ideas, and you chose the most direct one."
"But the cost of intelligence is the highest." Xia Xiqing shrugged slightly, "But compared to the efficiency of the association effect, mathematics is much more precise and faster."
Zhou Ziheng wondered how an art student could be so good at mathematics. At this moment, Xia Xiqing had already paid attention to the note that he had spelled out earlier, "That garbled code should also be a set of passwords, but it may be another solution." He walked over and picked up the piece of paper, "Maybe it's here. Hiding the code to our door."
This idea coincides with Zhou Ziheng, but apart from this note, he always feels that there is a lot of other information in the room, but he can't find a good way to distinguish which is valid information and which is interfering information.
The two once again faced the broken post-it note.
Xia Xiqing flipped the note to the side with the text on it, looked at it carefully, took out the bookmark in the book, and suddenly said something that didn't sound very effective at the moment.
"Don't you think the handwriting on these two pieces of paper is different?"
Zhou Ziheng also noticed this. The words on the bookmarks look more atmospheric, like the handwriting of men, while the ones on the convenience slips are much more delicate. Although they are not very different, from the perspective of the degree of retraction of the pen, it is not. Words of the same person.
He pointed to the bookmark, "I think this is the handwriting of the owner of the study."
In fact, Xia Xiqing agreed with this point of view, but for the sake of the program's effect and the audience's acceptance, he still asked in good conscience: "What if this book was borrowed by the owner of the room? The bookmarks here are very good. Probably not his own."
Zhou Ziheng shook his head, then raised his finger and pointed to a row of bookcases next to him, "The third row is counted from left to right, the first six books are in the same series as this novel, and this one is the end book. Except for this series, There are many other series on the bookcase, and I don't think a collector who is addicted to borrowing books, let alone the finished one."
Xia Xiqing made a very enthusiastic fan-specific expression, "Wow, our family Heng Heng is really a talent for not acting in criminal investigation dramas."
Our family Heng Heng? ? ? Although Zhou Ziheng's expression is already commonplace on Weibo, where fans are flooded, but from this person's mouth, his always excellent expression management almost got out of control.
Looking at Xia Xiqing's face with unbearable admiration, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but reply in his heart.
[You're really unprofessional if you don't act. ]
After all, it's on the show, so it's not good to be too indifferent to the hot face of the "fan" in front of him. Zhou Ziheng coughed and said sullenly, "It's not necessarily that you don't act."
For no reason, Xia Xiqing felt that Zhou Ziheng was so cute at this moment.
He shook his head inwardly, he must have lost his head.
Seeing that Xia Xiqing's foot was about to step on the fragment of the vase that he had broken at the beginning, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help reaching out and pulling his arm, "Be careful."
Xia Xiqing also reacted and looked down, "Ha, so I broke the vase at the beginning, I almost forgot, the theme of our room is probably [fragment]."
After saying this casually, Xia Xiqing felt that something was wrong. If Zhou Ziheng's associative theory about "brokenness" was really a series of clues designed in advance by the program team, then should the vases that are also fragile also be broken? Any clues you can get after that?
Zhou Ziheng also seemed to have gained inspiration from Xia Xiqing's words. The two squatted down almost at the same time, and they had a good understanding.
On the ground are broken vase tiles and a bunch of white chrysanthemums scattered on the ground. Xia Xiqing used a white chrysanthemum branch to remove the broken objects on the ground, and he found a note that was rolled into a thin tube, "Sure enough, there are clues."
He couldn't help but complain in his heart that this room escape script writer was really thoughtful. There were so many clues hidden in the corners and corners. If the theme of "fragment" was not thought of, the vase would most likely not be broken.
No, not right. He quickly denied himself in his heart.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly said, "So the program team tied us with ropes, but they didn't set up any sharp weapons, only a vase as a decoration, and it was placed by my hand, just so that we could break him."
His mind was in sync with his own. Xia Xiqing was a little surprised, but he responded quickly, "Well, it should be like this, but our attention was diverted at the beginning, and we didn't find the clues in the vase."
It's like a game of greedy snakes, no matter which one you start to eat, what the moving route is, you always have to eat one of the fruits that existed when the game was initialized, otherwise it will be Game Over.
He suddenly admired the screenwriter a little, he was a smart person, he didn't frame the show into a game that had to be played in sequence, otherwise the playability would be reduced too much. The steps are not important, the order does not matter, and even the problem-solving ideas are set in a variety of ways, and the dark characters such as killer are added to the escape room, which suddenly turns a pure decryption game into a mode of IQ and psychological warfare. .
interesting.
The two opened the note and wrote a small poem on it.
We were once one.
Fate pulled you out of my body, from my bones, my flesh, my heart, and bluntly pieced together these meaningless organs.
I was buried with you, who was dismantled and rebuilt together.
Buried under this fence of lush roses.
Only by dismantling again,
Return you to me, return me to you.
Connected to each other from top to bottom.
Everything can have meaning again. ]
It looked like a poem in a Gothic style, but Xia Xiqing always felt something was wrong. He turned the paper over and found something written on it.
[2 you.]
"He wrote to as 2, there must be a reason." Xia Xiqing can't be sure about other things, but this point is certain that the only rule that can be found in this game is to not let go of any unreasonable details.
Zhou Ziheng's brows kept staring, as if he was thinking seriously about this little poem.
The phone suddenly rang.
The train of thought was interrupted, they took out their mobile phones, and a new message appeared on the screen.
[Note that the first player escapes the original room and enters the other player's room. ]
"It's so fast." Xia Xiqing looked around and put the phone back with a smile, looking innocent and happy, "But it seems that he didn't enter our room. If this person is a killer, he will randomly enter a certain room...This show is horrible."
Zhou Ziheng asked back, "What if he was an ordinary player and entered the killer's room?"
Xia Xiqing turned his face to face him, chose an angle that could avoid the recent close-up shots, raised his hand, and pretended to trim his neckline to cover Mai, lazily raised the corners of his mouth, showing a smile that completely restored his evil nature,An export joke.
"Isn't it more exciting when sheep enter the tiger's mouth?"
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng: You are an art student, how come you are so good a
t math?
Uncle: The genes of the Xia family are good-looking, tall, and good at math.
Your friend Xia Zhixu refused to be cued