Survival Paradox [Infinite]

Wei Chi was carried by Ji Jingzhe, and walked away in fear, and only dared to look back after walking 30 meters. Fortunately, the cleaner didn't hold them accountable, and started mopping the floor on his own.

When the two of them walked to the other half of the reading room, they saw Fang Qingdi holding the bookshelf around in a small area, looking for something with his head down.

Ji Jingzhe whispered: "This old man won't be setting up an formation, will he?"

Wei Chi observed it for a while, and didn't think it was the same, so he walked over and called cautiously, "Old Fang."

Fang Qingdi raised his head to look at him, there was a little sparkle in the wrinkles at the end of his eyes: "Xiao Tang...there is no one left of that girl?"

Several people were silent for a while.

"I don't know, we don't know what's on the other side of death." After finishing speaking, Wei Chi realized that this was an old Taoist. how to continue.

Fang Qingdi nodded, paused, sniffed, and when he spoke again, his expression of pity disappeared: "The 'curator' was left-handed last night, will this be a problem? what is the problem?"

Wei Chi frowned: "How?"

"Yesterday, the 'curator' was close to me, and I could see clearly that 'he' took Xiao Tang... and then flipped through the books on the bookshelf, all with his left hand. I went to check with Xiao Tang earlier. According to some information, the curator’s biography was found, and he was a student who had studied abroad and learned the violin.” Fang Qingdi said, “Can left-handers learn the violin?”

Wei Chi thought for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the reading room.

Ji Jingzhe and Fang Qingdi ran out after him, and saw Wei Chi's back lying on the railing.

Fang Qingdi approached and asked, "Xiao Wei, what did you find?"

Ji Jingzhe patted the old man's shoulder beside him: "Shh, don't disturb him."

Wei Chi was looking at the portrait of the curator hanging in the middle of the hall—a middle-aged and elderly man with a kind face, wearing small round glasses and a gentle smile—the ghost from last night reappeared in his mind, turning around inch by inch.

He turned his head and said to the two: "His mole is reversed." He gestured on his face, "I think the curator is a normal right-hander, but the thing last night was a 'mirror image'."

Fang Qingdi didn't understand: "What's a 'mirror image'?"

Ji Jingzhe explained to him: "It's just turned left and right."

Wei Chi continued: "On the trolley he pushed yesterday, there was a disc with the uppercase English number 'E', and if mirrored, it would be the Arabic numeral '3'. I think this is a reminder—every floor has it, The thing that can be touched by people is number 3."

The three of them thought for a while, and Ji Jingzhe suggested: "Bookshelf No. 3?"

They went to check the No. 3 bookshelf, checked the corners of the bookshelf, even the floor and the ceiling, but found nothing particularly wrong.

"Could it be a certain book?" Fang Qing asked, "A certain book that is on shelf No. 3 on every floor?"

Wei Chi said: "I don't think this is possible. Libraries are classified by subject. For example, the East Reading Room on the fourth floor where we are now mainly collects art, philosophy and religion. The second floor is geography and history. The first floor is It's reference books, party history, children's reading area... In this case, I don't think there's the same book on shelf 3 on every floor."

Fang Qingdi added: "Could it be a different book... the third page of the third book in the third row? Something like that."

Wei Chi thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't think so, it's all because I added the conditions...there was no such precedent in the world before, I don't think it's in this direction."

His brain hurts and his heart flustered, and he always feels that he has missed an important point.

Today is already Sunday, and the library is closed on Monday. If he still can't get out...he doesn't want to know what will happen tomorrow.

Ji Jingzhe suddenly said: "What about that?"

Wei Chi looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a computer at the end of the bookshelf, which was used to check the collection and location of books.

Ji Jingzhe asked Fang Qingdi: "Old Fang, is there a computer in the 'Treasure Hall' on the sixth floor?"

The previous "bathroom and drinking room deduction" died in the special case of the "Treasure Hall" on the sixth floor.

"Let me think about it..." Fang Qingdi frowned and began to think about it. After thinking for a while, he said excitedly, "Yes! Yes! I went to look up a strange method before, and I can't type. Please ask the reader to help me look it up. It's the sixth floor!"

"Maybe it's it!" Ji Jingzhe said, "Let's turn on the computer later and go out along the network cable!"

"The Matrix you're talking about." Wei Chi walked towards the computer, "Go and have a look."

Ji Jingzhe is very confident in her deduction: "It must be it!"

As a result, there is no computer No. 3 on the fourth floor.

Probably the computers are different from the bookshelves. They are not numbered according to their location, but each has a fixed number. The ones on the fourth floor are No. 25-28 in the East District and No. 29-32 in the West District.

Ji Jingzhe let out an "oh" and said, "I see, there are eight sets on the first floor, four sets on the east and west, and our fourth floor is No. 25-32!"

Fang Qingdi: "I see!"

Wei Chi: "So?"

Failed again.

His brain hurts even more.

Ji Jingzhe looked at him for a while: "Chichi, your complexion is so bad."

Wei Chi immediately became angry: "Is now the time to talk about this?"

Ji Jingzhe took out several bags of colorful snacks like a magic trick, and said with a smile, "Let's eat something first!"

"Okay, okay." Fang Qingdi said to save face, "I'm really hungry."

Ji Jingzhe gave him a choice of snacks: "You choose a flavor."

"Let's eat lobster, eat some seafood." Fang Qingdi took a bag and started to eat, not forgetting to praise Ji Jingzhe, "Little Ji Xing, where did you get it?"

Ji Jingzhe said: "I didn't finish eating yesterday."

Fang Qingdi: "I don't see where you are hiding."

Ji Jingzhe: "Hey."

Wei Chi exploded: "Do you know that we will all die here tomorrow at the latest!"

He exploded this time, and both of them were stunned. After a while, Fang Qingdi cleared his throat in embarrassment, and said carefully: "Yo Xiaowei, are you angry?"

Ji Jingzhe drooped his dog's ears, aggrieved: "Isn't this... there is still time."

There is time, there is time, it is not ten o'clock in the morning, and there is still time.But Wei Chi just feels uncomfortable. This time is not for doing math problems. Give him a few hours and there will be results. It’s more like waiting for an inspiration, waiting for a little inspiration that may be not far ahead, or even missed. Solving the puzzle—inspiration takes a very mysterious time, maybe in the next second, maybe in a lifetime.

But for this delayed inspiration, he might not be able to afford the price to pay.

He knew that his temper was unreasonable, but the anger in his heart was really stuck in his throat... He even had an intuition that he had missed that inspiration.

"Sorry." He closed his eyes and tidied himself up, "I'm too anxious."

He lost his appetite and was about to go to the bathroom.As soon as he walked outside the door, he was grabbed by the wrist by a strong force behind him. Ji Jingzhe led him for a while, and pressed him against the wall around the corner.

He struggled a bit, but lacked motivation, and his voice was a little weak: "What are you doing?"

Ji Jingzhe's gaze was densely suppressed, and after looking at him for a while, he said, "Wei Chi, you haven't reached the last step yet, you are too tight."

Wei Chi laughed: "Where is the last step?"

Ji Jingzhe: "Before the last step, there is still hope, so just tell yourself, you can do it."

Wei Chi was suddenly given a mouthful of poisonous chicken soup, and a feeling of disgust rose from the bottom of his heart.

He has been the pride of heaven since he was a child, and he has excelled in both studies and competitions since he was a child. Before every exam or competition, countless people told him "you can do it".He did.But above his soul, there is always a sword of Damocles called "What if it doesn't work". Every time he succeeds, the sword becomes heavier, and he feels a kind of fear in his expectation—— It is impossible for a person to "do" all the time, right?When the moment of "no" comes, what price will you pay?

He didn't want these words to come out of Ji Jingzhe's mouth, he felt double the pain.

He felt his throat sore, and blurted out: "What if I can't do it? How do you know I can do it? If I can't do it, you will die... Wei Yuan will die too..."

See, that's the price of his failure.

"If something like that really happens, it's not your fault." Ji Jingzhe clenched his shoulders, moved closer to him, and forced him to meet his eyes, "Failed, not only you failed, but me, It was Wei Yuan and Fang Qingdi who failed, we failed to save ourselves and our companions, this is the price we paid ourselves."

Wei Chi looked into Ji Jingzhe's eyes, the light brown eyes made people feel clear.

Ji Jingzhe said again: "Before the last moment, you tell yourself 'you can do it', and I will tell myself 'I can do it'."

But Wei Chi couldn't accept it, he was still under the shadow of the giant sword: "What if it just doesn't work?"

"If it doesn't work..." Ji Jingzhe said, "I will accept it."

At that moment, Wei Chi felt a little change in his eyes.Here again, this kind of eyes, this kind of sad eyes that I have seen before.At this moment, his desire to inquire was raised again. He wanted to ask Ji Jingzhe what happened in those five years, which made him show such an expression?

Before he could ask, Ji Jingzhe said again: "Wei Chi, if it doesn't work, just accept it."

The two still looked at each other, and at a certain moment, another kind of fear suddenly rose in Wei Chi's heart, intuitively, goose bumps all over his body.

Wei Yuan's roar suddenly came from downstairs, very clear and loud, one can imagine what decibel it is.

"Brother! It's an elevator! It's an elevator!"

Wei Chi was enlightened instantly.

He said to Ji Jingzhe: "I know!"

Ji Jingzhe smiled and didn't speak, but his eyes were clearly chattering "Look".

Wei Chi pushed Ji Jingzhe away, and leaned over to the railing to interact with Wei Yuan waving, indicating that he heard it.

At the same time, the intuitive fear just now did not disappear, he knew that Ji Jingzhe was looking at his back, he felt that he had something to say at that moment, and Ji Jingzhe also had something to say.But for some reason, he dared not listen.