The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

He Yuhuan was stunned!

What did God Pei say just now?Is he hallucinating?

How can you say such tempting and criminal words!

I'm an idol, I can't fall in love!Can't be teased!The heart is like still water!He Yuhuan was thinking wildly in his heart.

"It seems that the password is not in these paintings." Pei Mingxuan flipped through the exercise book on the desk nonchalantly, as if the provocative incident just now had nothing to do with him, "A family of four, a pair of brothers."

He Yuhuan took a deep breath to adjust his state, went to Pei Mingxuan's side, and read the homework together.

The page I opened was an essay, the content was very short, obviously it was an essay for junior graders, and the title was "My Home":

There are four people in my family, my brother, my mother and my father.I love my brother the most because he never lets me get beaten.I love my mother too, but she can't keep me from being beaten.Mom just cries.I hate dad the most, why is there a dad?My brother and mom and I wouldn't have been beaten without him.I hate painting, all because of painting.

There are a hundred words, but the amount of information given is not small.

Both of them immediately deduced that the father was the painter, and the content in the painting was indeed true. He beat his wife and children for the painting, and then described their tragedies.

"It's too much." He Yuhuan frowned again, and suddenly remembered that Pei Mingxuan's symptoms of fear of the dark were similar to the child who was subjected to domestic violence he played. thing.

It seemed that he was thinking too much. Pei Mingxuan's father was an old actor who had been in the film industry for decades. He had a good reputation in the industry. How could he be violent to children.

Apart from the stationery, there are only two homework books on the desk. Except for the composition, the other topics are all blank. There should be no other clues. He Yuhuan looked at the dining table. Like a clue.

Turning around, his eyes glanced at the writing desk, He Yuhuan always felt that something was wrong, so he turned his eyes back again.

When he was very young, he also used this kind of old-fashioned writing desk at home. This kind of writing desk has no edge, and there is no baseboard in this room. It stands to reason that it can be placed against the wall, but there is a gap of nearly ten centimeters between the writing desk and the wall. .

He Yuhuan looked up to the wall and found something unusual: "There is something behind the desk."

The two moved away from the desk, and there was another painting in front of the wall.

In the painting is a pair of babies lying on their sides like Tai Chi. The background is a beam of gorgeous light. The color of the picture is warm, which is completely different from the other paintings in the room.There are two lines of small characters written on the back of the frame, the date of painting, and the name of the painting "Birth".

"These brothers are twins, and this was drawn on the day they were born." He Yuhuan said pleasantly, "This must be the unlock code of the phone!"

Pei Mingxuan had already entered the password, and sure enough, he successfully opened the phone.

The app on the homepage of the mobile phone was cleaned up to only sticky notes and photo albums, and there were a few diaries in the sticky notes.

On September 9th, I was an unqualified mother, unable to protect my child.

On September 9th, I can't stand it anymore. When will this kind of day end.

On September 9th, he always locked us at home. This is not a home, but a prison. I am going crazy.

September 9, is fame so important?Obviously before, he was so gentle.

On September 9, he bought another 13 yuan of painting materials, which was the tuition fees for the children!I argued with him and he hit me again.

September 9th, please!Stop hitting the kids!Never lock them in a closet again!

The diary ends here.

There are many photos in the album, and He Yuhuan poked open the latest one, and the depressed mood affected by the diary suddenly cleared up, and he burst out laughing.

This is a group photo of Zhang's family of four. The background is a playground. The father is someone they don't know. He should be an NPC with a gloomy face. A pair of boys are standing in front of the couple. They are only seven or eight years old, with a thin body. , as if not full.

The focus is on the faces of the two boys. Although they have been processed by software, it is obvious from the eyebrows that they are He Yuhuan and Pei Mingxuan.

But what made He Yuhuan uncontrollably amused was his mother's face, which turned out to be Yuan Fei.

His face was still handsome and handsome, but he was covered with black shoulder-length hair, and replaced with a female body from the neck down. His features were very obvious, and he was also wearing a plain white long skirt.

He Yuhuan wanted to laugh as soon as he saw the photo, and hurriedly withdrew: "So there are role-playing elements, it seems that we are brothers."

Pei Mingxuan found the padlock on the big drawer and was studying it. Hearing this, he smiled at He Yuhuan: "Yes, we are a family."

How does it sound meaningful?

He Yuhuan grabbed back the thought of being hooked by the male god Pei again, put down the phone, and checked the lock with him, it was a digital combination lock, a four-digit combination.

"Where do you think the clue will be?" Pei Mingxuan turned his head.

The warm breath swept past his ears, He Yuhuan couldn't control it, and shrank his neck slightly, but he heard Pei Mingxuan calling him: "Brother Yuhuan."

The tone sounded very serious, and it was indeed like asking him for advice, but He Yuhuan always felt that the pronunciation of the words had a small hook, and it touched his heart one after another.

He must be thinking too much, Nanshen Pei is such a serious person, at most he has read too many scripts, sometimes what he says doesn't fit the daily expressions, how can he always be thought of as...

Think of it as deliberately provocative.

He Yuhuan was a little confused, in order to hide his embarrassment, he casually grabbed the thing in front of him, which was the composition they had just read.

"These two things are so close, could it be..." He scanned the composition again, but there were no numbers in it, "Brother, mother..."

There are a lot of dates in the diary and photos in the phone, but there is nothing special about it. Since the diary has restored the background of the story, isn’t this ambiguous composition just a change of perspective and a repeated description of the background?

"Composition should not be an invalid prop." Pei Mingxuan said.

He Yuhuan thought the same way, digging the information between the lines, and finally found the connection point: "There are four people in the family, and the password is four digits. This composition obviously puts the likes and dislikes of the family in order, brother, mother, me, and father. "

Each person has a corresponding number, maybe the number of occurrences of each person in the mobile phone photo album?

He Yuhuan quickly overturned this idea, there are many photos, and the number of appearances definitely exceeds one digit.In addition to the photo album, there is another thing that records the family.

"Painting!" He Yuhuan walked into the pile of paintings, "It is the number of times each person appears in the painting."

The faces depicted in the painting are not He Yuhuan and others, but template-like faces. You can see men, women, old and young, but you can’t recognize their identities. The faces of the two boys are exactly the same. Fortunately, the brothers are always in the painting at the same time. Appears without identification.

He Yuhuan counted the pictures and reported the numbers, and Pei Mingxuan turned the combination lock.

With a click, the lock unlocked.Open the drawer and there is a key inside.

There are no other locks in the room, and then you can go to the next room, but there is a palm-sized "H" on one of the doors, which has not been found to be useful so far, and He Yuhuan is a little concerned.

There were two doors in the room, one big and one small, he and Pei Mingxuan looked at each other and walked towards the small door.

The note said that the father would lock the door when he went out, so there is a high probability that the door cannot be opened from the inside, and must be opened by an outside player.

The key was smoothly inserted into the keyhole of the small door, and with a slight turn, the door opened, and there was a bathroom inside. What was even more strange was that there was another door opposite the door, and there was a faint human voice.

"What kind of structure is this?" He Yuhuan had never seen this kind of house design.

"In some buildings, in order to increase the number of living rooms, the bathroom will be stuck in the middle after separation, so that the two rooms can be shared." Pei Mingxuan encountered this kind of accommodation environment when he was filming in a remote area, and he had to knock on the door to confirm before opening it. Awkward.

"No wonder the door is locked." If it is not locked, it will be completely connected to the next door.He Yuhuan turned the doorknob at the other end, but it couldn't be opened, and it was also locked.

He put his ear against the door and heard Wei Xiao's voice.

"Ah! I can't get out! I'm asking for help!"

"Wei Xiao!" He Yuhuan knocked heavily on the door twice.

There was silence at the other end, and within a few seconds, Wei Xiao stuck to the door: "Brother Yuhuan! I can't get out! I can't get the key!"

He Yuhuan was confused. It is normal to not find the key. What does it mean not to get it: "Are you alone? Have you found the key? Why can't you get it?"

"I'm with Huo and Huo Chenxing, he's just an ornament, I can't find anything, and I'm not as handsome as a vase!"

"Where's the key?" Pei Mingxuan also leaned against the door panel.

The door was only one meter wide, and most of his chest was pressed against He Yuhuan's back, probably to make the words clearer, he pressed the door with his hand, and pushed his body forward slightly.

He Yuhuan was squeezed between God Pei and the door, his heart was numb...

Huo Chenxing's voice came from the other end: "There is electricity."

"Huo Chenxing, that idiot, set the induction cooker on fire. There was a leakage of electricity, and there was electricity everywhere. I'm numb to death!"

He Yuhuan's heart skipped a beat, what's going on!

"He must have not made it clear. If this happened, the program crew would have stopped recording long ago." Pei Mingxuan said calmly.

He Yuhuan immediately thought of a possibility that it should be the same as the room they were in. Huo Chenxing and Wei Xiao also played a certain role. Huo Chenxing's role created danger in the room before they arrived. As for the leakage, it must be far away. Lower than the human body safety voltage.

It seems that those two live treasures are unreliable.

He Yuhuan moved his shoulders: "Brother Mingxuan, shall we look for clues?"

Only then did Pei Mingxuan take a step back: "Okay."

The structure of the bathroom is very simple. There is a bathtub on one side, and a toilet and washstand on the other. There is a narrow passage between the two doors. There are no cabinets, and everything is exposed.

The first thing He Yuhuan thought of was the water tank behind the toilet. In order to save water at home, he would put one or two full mineral water bottles in it. The only place where he could hide things was only here.

Sure enough, there was something in it.

"Spoon?" He Yuhuan looked at the unusual stainless steel table spoon in astonishment. How could anyone use a spoon in the toilet...

Pei Mingxuan took the spoon and knocked on a few tiles, the sound was the same, obviously there was no compartment.

He Yuhuan's train of thought stopped here, so he could only continue to search for clues.

There was half a tank of water in the bathtub, and there was a non-slip mat on the bottom. It turned out to be an acupressure board. When he lifted it, it was stuck.

No one would sit on a shiatsu board to take a bath, even if they have a brain hole, they would not be so self-abuse. This thing exists in the show for the effect of variety shows, and the only purpose is to let people step on it...

The drain hole of the bathtub is also firmly glued. With this setting, to open the door, stepping on it with bare feet is the only way to go.

He Yuhuan took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and stepped into the bathtub.

All three sides are undisturbed tiles, the bottom has been inspected and only the top remains.

He Yuhuan looked at the ceiling, it was a very common top panel in home decoration, and there were narrow gaps between each panel...

"Brother Mingxuan, I seem to have discovered the use of spoons." He Yuhuan stretched out his hand.

However, Pei Mingxuan didn't hand him the spoon, took off his shoes and socks, and got into the bathtub as well: "It's so high, how are you going to reach it?"

"It's enough to jump up." He Yuhuan glanced at his injured calf. After walking these days, his muscle lines are much tougher than a few months ago, but there are still obvious differences between the two legs. Go out first."

Pei Mingxuan didn't go out, but put the spoon into He Yuhuan's hand.

He Yuhuan stepped on two feet in place, adapted to the torment of the acupressure board, and was about to take off, when he pressed his waist with both hands from behind.

He Yuhuan's heart trembled...

This is recording a show!What is Pei Nanshen thinking when he hugs him suddenly?