Chapter 11 Parent-child games
After appreciating the appearance of these two people, Xia Xiqing looked around. This room was very different from theirs. It was obviously a bedroom, and the furnishings inside were also very simple. There was a black wooden wardrobe and a round table on the wool carpet. , and a small bed.
Shang Sirui's strategy was different from theirs. He collected all the things that looked like clues, put them on the round table, and then analyzed them one by one.
"Ziheng, can you help me see if these things are useful?"
Zhou Ziheng responded and walked over to check the existing clues with him.
Xia Xiqing didn't go there, but walked around this small space. This room was different from the previous study. There was almost nothing hanging on the wall. He touched the finely textured wallpaper and found that the bed in the bedroom was facing There is a small camera on the wall. But it is very strange that the camera's camera range is almost a blank wall.
Suddenly, he found two tiny nails on the wall, which merged with the pattern on the wallpaper, making it difficult to detect. Xia Xiqing stretched out his finger and touched it, feeling that something was wrong.
Has there ever been a painting here?
"Xiqing? Come and take a look at these clues, I can't see any clues," Shang Sirui called out to him and waved at him again. Xia Xiqing then pulled away from his thoughts and turned around to see the surrounding Zhou Ziheng and Shang Sirui were at the round table, he hummed and walked over.
There are not many clues on the table, a note, a memo, and a laptop.
Shang Sirui was explaining to Zhou Ziheng where he found these clues. Xia Xiqing moved the mouse, and the computer screen lit up, showing a page for browsing the web. There were three URLs on the tab bar, and Xia Xiqing clicked on them one by one. , the first one is a message about the exhibition, the second one is the scheduled page of a book, when he clicked on the third page, he suddenly felt something.
"Si Rui, have you ever moved this computer?"
Shang Sirui, who was talking to Zhou Ziheng, put his head here, "Ah? I don't have it. That computer is not connected to the Internet. When I came in, these three pages were displayed on it."
Zhou Ziheng glanced sideways slightly, the light from the screen shone on Xia Xiqing's face, his eyes slowly blinked, as if he was thinking about something.
"What did you find?"
Hearing Zhou Ziheng's voice, Xia Xiqing turned his head, "Do you remember the note in our room? There is a message written on the back of him."
Just as Xia Xiqing was about to continue speaking, Zhou Ziheng took out the note from his pocket, which shocked Xia Xiqing. He had learned Zhou Ziheng's patience and carefulness, but it was a bit beyond his imagination, "You It was brought out."
"Did anyone say that carrying clues violates the rules?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows, turned the note over and placed it on the table, then pulled over a chair next to him and sat down, reading the message above, "Tonight See you at Sophia at ten."
"Sophia restaurant?" Shang Sirui frowned and asked.
"Yes," Xia Xiqing moved the notebook to Zhou Ziheng and Shang Sirui. "The last page is the official website of this Sophia restaurant."
Shang Sirui squinted at the screen, scratched his hair in embarrassment, "It's all in English..."
You are a bit of an idol baggage. Xia Xiqing shook his head inwardly. If this sentence is not cut and broadcasted directly, the black fans will have a chance to attack again. Maybe he will be installed with an illiterate character, a competitor's team. bought a lot of manuscripts, and it was an overwhelming meal with a rhythm.
"Rose Day?" Zhou Ziheng seemed to have captured a bit of interesting information from the official website.
Shang Sirui looked confused, Xia Xiqing roughly explained, "What kind of event should it be a couple's meal, it is said that thousands of roses will be used to decorate the restaurant that day, and the special menu is also made of roses. liqueur."
"Does this have anything to do with us escaping from this room?" Shang Sirui looked up at Xia Xiqing with a cat on his waist. Although Xia Xiqing felt helpless, he still smiled at him gently, "I don't know either."
Shang Sirui looked at Zhou Ziheng again with a confused expression, Zhou Ziheng rested his chin on his left hand, and gently tapped the note with his right index finger, "Since there are two clues pointing to this restaurant, it is definitely not meaningless."
He was right, if there is only one, it may be occasional, if both point to this restaurant, and the clues are progressive, it must be deliberate.
Looking at Shang Sirui's confused face, Xia Xiqing, who assumed the role of an angel, was afraid that he would be embarrassed, and that the effect of the show would not be very good, so he took the initiative to divert his attention from the restaurant where the complete chain of clues was temporarily unavailable, "You just moved from other Is there anything discussed in the clues?" After speaking, he took a note from the table, with a line of words written on the front. The strokes were neat and childish, probably from the hand of a teenage child.
[Dad, the teacher gave me a question today, but I can't figure it out, can you help me calculate it? ]
Xia Xiqing turned to the back, and there was a four-digit number written on it, and there were two empty brackets.
1634 ( ) ( )
Sequence of numbers?
This gives too few conditions.
According to the experience in the first room, the program team would not be so embarrassing for the guests. If it is a puzzle similar to a number sequence, at least three or more numbers will be given, but now there is only one, or four digits, which is really a headache.
Xia Xiqing looked at Shang Sirui, "Sirui, where did you find this note?"
Shang Sirui pointed to the bedside table, "It's there, but there's only this note on it."
Xia Xiqing nodded. Although he believed Shang Sirui's words, he always felt that this child was unreliable, so he walked over by himself and checked it carefully. It was true that there was nothing else on the bedside table, but he always felt that something was wrong. The show crew must be hiding something else. He looked around the bedside table and saw an invisible wastepaper basket sandwiched between it and the edge of the bed. Xia Xiqing stretched out his arms and took out the trash, and dumped all the contents on the floor.
"Mom, I didn't find it." When Shang Sirui saw this, he immediately stood up and ran to squat in front of Xia Xiqing, unfolding the scraps of paper he had crumpled up on the floor one by one, "here have what?"
"I'm not sure, but the program team deliberately 'created' so much garbage, it should have a purpose." Xia Xiqing responded to Shang Sirui by flipping the pages, until he unfolded a piece of waste paper with a few lines of calculation formulas written on it. .
He looked at it carefully, and it was only half of the calculation process.
"I found it." Xia Xiqing stood up with this piece of paper and walked to the previous round table. Zhou Ziheng was looking at the promotion page of the hotel's Rose Day on the computer, with a meaningful expression on his face, seeing Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui Walking over, he regained his previous expression, "What did you find?"
"The calculation process, look, doesn't this word look familiar?" Xia Xiqing handed the waste paper in his hand to Zhou Ziheng, Zhou Ziheng took it and looked at it, put the paper on the table, and the corner of his mouth tickled slightly.
This expression is too handsome. Xia Xiqing was shaken and lost for a while.
Zhou Ziheng's looks really like him too much.
Beauty is wrong, beauty is wrong.
"The handwriting during the problem-solving process is the same as the handwriting on the bookmark in the study before, and sure enough, the words on the note are the words of a woman." Zhou Ziheng put the waste paper back on the round table, "It seems that we can confirm the identity of the protagonist. A married man with children."
"Maybe there is an extramarital affair." Xia Xiqing sneered.
Shang Sirui was completely bewildered by the second monk, and asked with a bewildered face, "How did you know?"
Xia Xiqing blinked, "I guess."
Shang Sirui snorted, and then laughed slyly, "I don't think you and I are in the same dimension. You two are too tacit, and you can understand what the other side is saying right away."
It's not a tacit understanding, it's just a brain. Xia Xi said with a clear mind.
He took a pen and bent down to draw a line on the calculation process on the piece of paper, "Anyway, let's take a look at this first."
The only thing given on the title is 1634, and only one line is written on this discarded manuscript.
1x1x1x1 6x6x6x6 3x3x3x3 4x4x4x4=?
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g to say: Shang Sirui: Holding the thighs of the two kings tightly, my pursuit is to lie down and win (*?▽?*)