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Several people in the dark room jumped onto the cushions one after another, and crawled along the dark pipe to the room where Jiao Xian Xiangchi was.

After Meng Xiangyang died, since he was with Chen Xuqing, a snack foodie, his abs, which were once somewhat contoured, had already returned to normal. Now climbing this small passage is the most strenuous effort for him.

At the exit, Xiang Chi stretched out his hand to pull him up. Meng Xiangyang gasped for breath and said, "My God, that room is so red, it makes me dizzy."

They stayed there for a long time, the red light was dazzling, and the effect lasted for a long time. The poor eyes of the few people were finally relieved, but they would not be able to slow down the stamina for a while.

"Really, I don't think the color is right when I look at everything now." The fortune-teller was sitting on one of the chairs, holding a box in her arms and trying to see the clues, but her eyes turned green and dazzled for a while, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The famous girl sat on another chair, also holding the password box and closing her eyes to rest.

"You two crawled here too?" Meng Xiangyang walked around the room, stopped by the glass window, and picked up the pen curiously to draw a few lines on it.

"Well, I broke a password from below." Xiang Chi stood under the small bookshelf, looking at the books that seemed to be thrown randomly on it. These books were wrapped in covers, and in black and white, they all wrote "" Confidential" word.He opened one of them, and Jiao Xian also picked up one to read.

"Archive?" The book in hand has no heavy weight, but an empty texture. After opening the cover, there are hollow bookcases. The two of them took out a pile of papers from them. The paper was old and yellowed, but perhaps it was for To prevent players from destroying props, each piece of paper is plastic-sealed into a straight and thin board.

Among the many materials in the third book, Xiang Chi found the only one related to the characters, and spread it out on the table in front of Jiao Xian, "Zhang Yunyun, a socialite who hangs around the fringes of the upper class, used to be Boss Huang. The singer who was taken care of."

"Boss Huang? Huh? And keep a singing girl?" The little fox slammed into the person beside him with his right hip, and picked up the information with a smile.

"Tsk, why can't this relationship line be Boss Huang and Adjutant Li?" Xiang Chi continued flipping through other bookcases, expressing his dissatisfaction and doubts about the screenwriter's creativity.

Jiao Xian followed his boyfriend's thoughts to let the plot fly, but his rational brain was still realistic and cruel: "Is there a collusion between the government and business? If you want to collude, you have to be with my boss. What's the value of a small adjutant?"

"That's impossible, the commander-in-chief can only be my grandson." Xiang Chi took out all the contents of the eight bookcases, and put them on the table without looking at the pile, but he wanted to squeeze in beside the little fox. He was looking at the same sheet next to his head, but the squeezed person was still very indulgent in his behavior, and thoughtfully moved the paper in his hand between the two of them.

Jiao Xian was amused by his grandparents' obsession, and followed the plot to cooperate: "Then you are an old cow who eats young grass and takes care of the little adjutant?"

"It's a bit evil for grandpa to take care of his grandson's subordinates."

"This script won't pass the trial."

Over there, the two got together to mutter something weirder and worse, and here, Chen Xuqing was devastated by several NPCs who appeared intensively.

Although she successfully rushed through the three rooms, she couldn't help the continuous high-intensity fright. The immersive fear was really overwhelming. Thinking about the gradient difficulty revealed by the staff when she came in, and the extraordinary secret room The average time was three hours, and she was unconsciously exhausted. Seeing the two girls sitting on the chairs, and the other boys looking around energetically, she also picked up the last wooden box and collapsed on the remaining one. Above three empty seats.

Surprises in life are always endless and unexpected.

As she sat down with her whole body relaxed, there was an extremely clear "click" from the wall behind her very suddenly.

"What's the sound?" Meng Xiangyang stood by the glass window painting, the sudden soft sound behind his ears was quickly replaced by continuous friction sounds.

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and looked at the wall facing the glass window. Following the dry and piercing sound, they watched helplessly as a wall with a width of one person turned to a protruding cylindrical platform like a revolving door. Inside, stood Looking at a man with blood all over his face.The strange lighting from bottom to top, the badly damaged head that can see the contents, the dull eyes, and the stiff and straight body, are just an NPC that slowly appeared along with the platform.

Even if there is a half-height curved fence blocking it, there is a living person suddenly appearing. No one can be sure that he will not open the fence and come over calmly, just like the iron cuffs that bounced off without warning in the last room.

"Ah! Here it comes again!" The fortune-teller looked at the man in the same outfit as her in horror. She felt creepy, and instinctively got up and backed away. As she left the seat, the cavity turned back slowly. , the wall returned to flatness amidst the second friction sound.

"Ah woo woo woo, I just sat down!" The celebrity girl dragged her sister a few steps to the farthest wall, howled a few times in fright at the strange smell that didn't belong to her teammates, her goosebumps swelled, and she was numb. Stamped on the spot.

There is a kind of horror, it is motionless and silent, neither fast nor slow, and will not create a sudden burst of visual impact and decibel surprise, just like a bride who is waiting obediently by the bed and finds that the lower half of her face is missing when she lifts her hijab.

The atmosphere fell into a new round of stagnation in an instant. It was 15 minutes ago that the last room was thrilling, but the player was under the impact personally, and he was always unaware of the passage of time. Now, except for the indifferent focus, the rest Everyone silently gave five stars for the tightness of this secret room.

When making an appointment, this secret room is much easier to make appointments than other themes. At first, I thought it was because of the difficulty and price that many players were discouraged. Chen Xuqing, who rushed to her boyfriend's arms, realized the root of the problem at this moment. After all, she was too young She should pay attention to those thrilling comments in the reservation software.

Now the wall is flat and smooth, and there is no sign that it can be rotated. The boy stepped forward and touched it a few times, but there was no movement.

Jiao Xian and Xiang Chi turned to look at the three empty chairs at the same time.

"Chair……"

"sit down……"

"that……"

Meng Xiangyang looked at the two people who spoke in unison with him, saw that they were also looking at him, and said, "As soon as they leave the chair and the wall, they will recover. Can they turn back when they sit on it again?"

"The mechanism should be on the chair, do you want to try again?" The boy in the white coat went to the chair near him and looked at the other people.

"But he turned around and came at us like the one in the next room?" The lingering fear of the fortune-telling girl being chased by the adjutant has not completely dissipated, and now she really doesn't want to bear more.

"Yeah, we have no place to run when he comes again, we can't go back." The socialite girl shrank between her friend and the corner, there was really no way out, the only way out was the hole at her feet.

Meng Xiangyang saw that the two girls had rejection written all over their bodies, and that his girlfriend was not the character to face fear bravely, so he took the box she was holding and shook it, and there was a light rattling sound inside, and he said, "How about unpacking the box first password on it."

"Okay, let's finish solving the clues in this room first." Jiao Xian has a firm heart who doesn't care about anything. He had the leisure to observe carefully just now, and found that the NPC looked familiar.

"The boxes are all four-digit passwords, and the note on the back of the chair is the clue." The famous girl turned the lock on the box to look, and then looked at the back of the chair she sat in from the air: "Liuyun Teahouse."

"Mine is..." The fortune-teller was probably short-sighted, squinting and focusing for a few seconds before reading out the above content: "Chen Ji Baozi Shop."

"Flying Star View." There was a chair behind Xiang Chi, and he glanced sideways, but he didn't feel any reminder or inspiration.

Meng Xiangyang stood in front of the chair and looked at them one by one, "What are these things?"

They are all four-digit passwords, so the answer to the riddle will never be an acronym. Even if it is replaced by a letter, the number corresponding to the number will not match the number. The most important thing is the considerable amount of paper.

Xiang Chi looked at the approval document in hand, and picked up another one in disappointment.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Xuqing saw Jiao Xian and Xiang Chi spread out a pile of yellow paper and plastic cards in front of him, and pulled her boyfriend to join them.

"Personal data, experiment records, and any secret approval documents."

Jiao Xian read the "Secret Clearing Order" in his hand, and gradually followed some plot lines.

The secret order required the experimenters to clean up all the test subjects immediately. According to the records of the subjects seen just now, the socialite Zhang Yunyun was one of the few unfortunate "guinea pigs".

According to the rules of these documents, for the subjects who were successfully cleaned up, their last experimental record will be stamped with a red seal, and the red box will be printed with a large and secondary "killed". Of the eight mice, seventeen were successfully cleaned up, but Zhang Yunyun's piece of paper was missing. Combined with the NPCs and clues in the previous rooms, this cleaning should have failed.

There are too many materials. Facing the only props on the bright side in this room, everyone gathers at the cabinet and each has a few copies. Facing the light that is very unsuitable for reading, they approach the light source in various wonderful postures. The reflective plastic board made it even more difficult for him to extract information.

"Fang Xing Taoist will adopt orphans to help beggars on the surface, and privately send these people to the laboratory through the secret passage of Flying Star Temple." The fortune-teller sister read her character information and came up with a rough concept.

"So the source of these experimental subjects is Taoist Fang Xing." The man in the white coat moved to the side of the bookshelf against the wall, and pulled the handle of the drawer, but there was a sound but it did not slide. "This drawer needs a key."

"Maybe it's in the box." Chen Xuqing shook the wooden box in his hand and put it back on the chair. His voice was muffled and lively, and it felt like it was a small object.

The famous girl was dizzy with the approval documents and materials at hand, looked at the things on the table and suggested: "All types of documents are mixed here, should we sort them out and classify them?"

"It's ok, maybe we'll have an idea when we separate them out." The sisters beside her squatted on the ground in response, and spread their existing categories on the floor. The bookshelves and small desks were really not enough to use, so everyone cooperated to tell the girls Pass the file.

"These three are briefings." Meng Xiangyang held three boards in his left hand, and a small stack passed over by Jiao Xian in his right hand. "This stack is all confidential documents."

"This is all experimental subject data."

"Experiment records."

"Clear records."

Everyone took a few pictures and I took a few pictures, but within 5 minutes, the original mess was divided into several neat categories.

They gathered in a circle, still unable to do anything about the neat props that could cure obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Xiang Chi picked up a bulletin he hadn't read, and said while reading it, "I've read the experimental records, and there's nothing there. It probably means that they are doing drug experiments for human body modification, and they keep failing."

"The clean-up records are missing one copy of Zhang Yunyun's. If one is added, it should be eighteen. There are only seventeen here." Jiao Xian had been reading the clean-up records just now, deliberately counting the number.

Meng Xiangyang: "You want to find that one?"

Chen Xuqing: "Did the cleanup fail? She lost her composure and ran away with drugs. Maybe she killed these people instead."

Xiang Chi looked like a presbyopic old man, frowning, bowing his head and pursing his lips, standing in front of the chair with the backlight, making it difficult to read the words on the briefing, he turned around and raised his arms under the chandelier by taking advantage of his height.

"Hey, there are characters here." Jiao Xian followed his movements and raised his eyes. He seemed to see many strange lines and word clusters in the blank space. He took a step forward and raised his hand to trace the extremely faint lines on it. Confirmed: "There are words, this is written... Weaving in the sky."

"where?"

Others got up one after another and wanted to go and have a look, but Xiang Chi put his arms around him and put his head on his shoulders, and asked in a low voice, "Where are the words?"

"Here, look, it's very shallow."

"Really, Yunxiao Weaving, there is still a thread."

Xiang Chi moved the paper closer to a convenient position for observation, and the two of them almost touched their ears, their voices subconsciously lowered, which was basically equivalent to whispering to the curious babies behind.

The few people who thought it was hopeful to break through the level stayed in place and experienced for themselves what is called an invisible barrier. It seems that as long as these two people get close, they will erect a wall that does not allow others to intervene. This is the case in the first three rooms , sticking together all the time, so they are always out of group.

Meng Xiangyang's eyes hurt from seeing it, he took his girlfriend's hand and kissed three times loudly and pretentiously, and said sourly: "Isn't it the object, who doesn't have it yet." The beautiful boy calms down in love, and has no time to cooperate with his owed boyfriend.

The other two girls looked at each other delicately, hiding some tacit and shallow conflict.

The boy in the white coat wanted to cry but had no tears. He silently pulled the arrow from his knee in his heart, feeling sorry for himself.

Xiang Chi ignored him, and handed back the plastic board in front of him. The gentleness of the last second seemed to be an illusion, and he said in a deep voice, "When you face the light, you can see the words and lines."

After speaking, he and Jiao Xian bent down tacitly, and each picked up a briefing sheet.

"Hey, yes, it's too shallow."

"Let me see, let me see."

Several people circulated the new discovery separately, and the key to reasonably guessing the answer lies in the briefing, so everyone took a plastic briefing board, and in order not to block other people's light sources, scattered around the room squinting to find words.

"My God?" The famous lady stood under the red glass window and exclaimed, looking back at her teammates, she said excitedly, "This is especially obvious under the red light!"

"Ah? So advanced?!" The fortune-teller also walked over with half of her own sheet, and directly pasted the sheet on the glass. Sure enough, the interlaced sticky lines like a map became clear.

There are not many words on the briefing, usually only half of the page has words, and the remaining half of the page will be drawn with extremely light lines and small words.

"That's amazing, it's too hard to find." Meng Xiangyang also posted his own on it, and the effect was equally obvious. He even saw the thing that was closed first on the back of the chair, "Damn it, bun shop!" His plastic wrapping paper On it was clearly written Baozi Shop, while the word Chen Ji had been cut into other pieces of paper at first glance.

"It's too difficult." Chen Xuqing also saw the words "Flying Star View" in his briefing.

The sudden realization after discovering the truth did not overwhelm the astonishment at the difficulty of the puzzle. If Jiao Xian hadn’t accidentally seen the shallow line, or the famous girl had discovered the correct use of red light, they might have struggled through this pile of materials until they could use it. Intercom for prompts.

The difficulty of gradient ascent is not such an ascent method, it is clearly an elevator.

Only seven of the twelve briefings had clues. They took all seven of them to the red glass and looked at the broken road maps and incomplete location names. This should be a puzzle.

"It can be stuck here." Xiang Chi pointed to the board that he stuffed into the right angle of the glass frame, took the one in Jiao Xian's hand and spliced ​​it to the bottom. The gap in the side frame seemed to be purposely reserved for cards. It was just right to go in.

"Then it's all stuck." Meng Xiangyang also found the right position to directly dock, and everyone completed this puzzle that was not difficult at all in a few strokes.

The seven sheets of paper are a concise city street map, connected to each other with various landmarks as nodes. There are Feixing Temple and Liuyun Tea House they are looking for, but the word "Chen Ji" in front of the bun shop is missing. If one is missing, the problem is serious.

Everyone searched through almost all the plastic copies, but found nothing. The boy in the white coat smiled bitterly: "I reasonably suspect that the missing one is on the NPC."

"Don't! I'm begging." The famous girl grabbed her sister's arm, 1 of them didn't want to admit it.

"Uh, if you say that, there is a sentence in my script." The fortune-teller took out the script card in her pocket, and said quietly: "The incomplete light needs to explore myself."

"Fuck."

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