Shang Sirui was so frightened by his words that he withdrew his hands, "Then, is that open?"
Xia Xiqing walked over with a smile, took the key in his hand, "Open it, I found the key after so much effort." He opened the door while speaking, and Shang Sirui consciously stood behind.
All three people's mobile phones rang, and at the same time, the same sound came from the new room.
is the announcement after they cracked the room.
"Wow" Shang Sirui turned his head to the side, looked over Xia Xiqing in front, "This room is so big" He saw two girls standing at the other door of the room, one of them was just from the side They all looked familiar, "Sister Cenchen"
The girl whose name was called was wearing a long white dress and a rose-colored belt. Her long straight black hair hung down to her waist. Her makeup was elegant and her dark red lips were particularly eye-catching. A natural sense of alienation. She also saw Shang Sirui, so she raised her hand and smiled slightly, "Sirui."
Xia Xiqing seldom listens to Chinese songs, but he knows Cen Cen's name. He used to be the lead singer of a band, but later quit the team due to illness. After his comeback, he went solo directly. Because of his cool temperament, he was liked by many female fans.
"Sister Cen Cen," Shang Sirui saw that she was an acquaintance, so he walked over confidently and boldly, "Are you from this room?"
Cen Cen shook his head, "I just came out of the original room."
Xia Xiqing glanced at the phone, and sure enough, the delivery time of several messages was almost the same. The room they are in now is not so much a room as a living room.
He has finally figured out the structure of this house until now. It is actually like a closed four-room hall. His and Zhou Ziheng's original rooms are in a row with Shang Sirui's original room, and the opposite row is the two girls'. The original room, but only the rooms of Shang Sirui and Cen Cen can lead to this living room, while the room of myself and another girl can only lead to other people's rooms, and then to the living room.
Why this arrangement? Xia Xiqing thought for a while.
He finally noticed the girl standing next to Cen Cen, with slightly curly mid-length hair, wearing a black knitted skirt suit, exquisite makeup, and a pair of beautiful eyes.
He suddenly remembered what Xiaojie said before recording the show, besides himself, there is another amateur who is also a member of Mensa.
That should be this girl.
So she was the first to come out of her room?
Xia Xiqing understands that the program team arranges the difficulty of breaking through the room according to the abilities of the guests, so as to ensure that everyone can come to the living room in a similar time. Otherwise, if the guests have escaped before they meet, the program will fail There is no point to watch.
But why put him and Zhou Ziheng together? Is it just for topicality? Xia Xiqing thought so at first, but after passing through two rooms, he changed his view of this program group, or the scriptwriter behind the scenes. I always feel that every arrangement of his has a purpose.
So why exactly?
Zhou Ziheng didn't talk all the time, probably because the two circles of actors and singers are naturally divided, and he and Cen Cen are both quiet characters, so they can't chat a few words.
"Hi everyone, my name is Ruan Xiao." The sweet-looking girl greeted everyone proactively. Xia Xiqing thought she looked familiar, but he was not sure, so he smiled at her when they looked at each other.
Everyone introduced each other casually, and walked around in the spacious living room. The living room is very large, including a semi-open dining room, a large oval dining table, and a row of sofas. There are very few things that seem unreasonable, and no one has found any effective clues.
There is a double door in the living room. The top is also a combination lock, but there are two password input fields. The top input field has four spaces, and there are nine digits to choose from, while the bottom one has only three spaces.
Xia Xiqing tried to touch the three input fields below with his fingers, and at the moment of clicking, an input keyboard appeared on the electronic screen next to it, with twenty-six English letters on it.
So you want to fill in the words?
"Shall we try it?" Shang Sirui suggested next to him.
Ruan Xiao vetoed, "Choose three permutations and combinations of 26 letters, 26 to the third power, 17576 possibilities."
Hearing what Ruan Xiao said, Shang Sirui smiled complicatedly, "Pretend I didn't say it, haha."
Xia Xiqing was taken aback. The Mensa club was really different, and the mental calculation speed was too fast. But Ruan Xiao is right, in this game, exhaustiveI don't know how many times I died.
In any case, he is very clear that he is the most dangerous one now. As an ordinary player, he had found too many clues from the very beginning, and the only person who could be considered an ally was still hostile to him.
"I'm curious, if you don't believe me, how much do you believe what Ruan Xiao said just now?" Xia Xiqing asked.
Zhou Ziheng didn't look up, but said in a low voice, "The idea of ??deciphering is true, and if there are no clues, it is false." After speaking, he pointed to the fragments on the ground.
Very pertinent.
Sure enough, this person is only prejudiced against himself. For some reason, Xia Xiqing still felt quite happy.
Obviously, the scraps of paper on the ground used to be a complete document, and the two squatted on the ground to piece it together. Zhou Ziheng did not speak, and his mind was still thinking about the previous fragmented clues over and over again. I missed something, and I was afraid that I would make a misjudgment because of my first impression of Xia Xiqing.
Under the quiet atmosphere, Xia Xiqing suddenly said, "Do you now believe that I am not a killer?"
Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes to look at him, those deep eyes stared at him for a few seconds, as if they wanted to penetrate him. Xia Xiqing didn't dodge the slightest bit.
He wanted to know what Zhou Ziheng was trying to see in his own eyes.
But if he knew, what Zhou Ziheng wanted, he could give it to him.
Obviously, they only stared at each other for a few seconds, but time seemed to turn into a slow motion at this moment, and the last frame was Zhou Ziheng's first lowered eyelids and trembling thick eyelashes as if admitting defeat. He didn't say anything, he lowered his head and continued to piece together the fragmented pieces of paper, as if he had never heard Xia Xiqing's question before.
Xia Xi expected early in the morning that he would not get an affirmative answer from him. No answer is already an answer. He didn't care too much. He just smiled and asked again, "Then who do you doubt in your heart?" After finishing speaking, he added, " I mean besides me, are there any other suspects?"
Zhou Ziheng didn't look up, and he didn't even think too much, but his subconscious impulse to hate Xia Xiqing made him blurt out.
"You will always be a suspect in my heart."
Such a sentence full of ambiguity made Xia Xiqing, a seasoned love veteran, stunned.
It was about three seconds before Zhou Ziheng realized that something was wrong. He raised his head suddenly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The thinking of a science student made him unable to distinguish the difference between [you will always be a suspect in my heart] and [you will always be a suspect in my heart] in the short time of phrasing, which caused such a big trouble .
? For the same subject, verb and object, the change of details creates so much ambiguity out of thin air. Words and words, which are full of uncertainties, are really too cunning.
"That's it" Xia Xiqing's voice softened, "It's really my honor."
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Zhou Ziheng: Look at my broken mouth [slap in the face]
I am afraid that some readers may not understand the structure of this secret room, so I drew a sketch and put it on Weibo for everyone to see. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com