"alright."

The handcuffs were opened successfully. Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and met Xia Xiqing's straightforward eyes without any warning. He subconsciously frowned, threw away his eyes and coughed, and used his wrist to force the dispersed handcuffs, held them in the palm of his hand, and placed them on the wooden cabinet on the side with a bang.

Xia Xiqing smiled, touched his wrist and said thank you softly. He remembered Zhou Ziheng's expression when he had just finished solving it, "You also found out that it was Moss code, right?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, reached into his pocket and took a look at the time, "But I can't remember the specific correspondence of the Moss code. It's a bit difficult to solve, so I can only get it."

Xia Xiqing played the music he had paused before again, and explained to the music: "At the beginning, it was a long stutter, then three short stops, and the music resumed after the short stop. [Long, short, short, short] corresponds to the letter b, followed by a [Short, long, short], which is the letter r." The music was mixed with the inserted stuttering sound and continued to play, "[Short]——Letter e…[Short, long]——Letter a…[Long, short, long]——Letter k…”

break-break-break

"breakthemirror." Before Xia Xiqing could finish explaining the next two words, Zhou Ziheng had already given the answer.

"That's right." Xia Xiqing smiled. This smile seemed different from before, and she felt refreshed.

It was probably an illusion, Zhou Ziheng thought.

"Why are you so familiar with Moss Code?" Zhou Ziheng walked over and turned off the music, picked up the vinyl record that he had not carefully observed before, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I was in junior high school and the Mathematical Olympiad teacher said it. I thought it was very interesting. I used this to pass the answers to someone else during the exam. I went to the liberal arts class in high school and I didn't use it. I just reacted for a while before I remembered it." Xia Xiqing's leather shoes gently lit the ground, "But is it too difficult to set the program team? If I didn't happen to know this knowledge, I wouldn't be able to figure it out at all."

"Actually they think very well." Zhou Ziheng handed Xia Xiqing the vinyl record, with the name of the suite mirror written on it. "Just when I was playing sticky notes, you played this piano piece. If you are a person like you who are familiar with classical music, you can directly hear that this is a mirror suite, and then think of the mirror next to the phonograph. If you don't understand it, you can find it even when you watch a vinyl record, so it is inevitable to think of the mirror."

"If you want to think of breaking a mirror..." Xia Xiqing thought of the bookmarks in the previous book, "Whatever I touch is broken."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "I guess the fragments of the sticky note are also one of the tips. So the program team arranged several ideas, and you chose the most direct one."

"But the intellectual cost is the highest." Xia Xiqing shrugged slightly, "But compared to the efficiency of the association effect, mathematics is much more accurate and faster."

Zhou Ziheng wondered how a person who studied arts was so good at math. Xia Xiqing had already focused on the sticky notes he had made before, "That garbled code should also be a set of passwords, but it might be another solution." He walked over and picked up the piece of paper, "Maybe there is a password for our door hidden here."

This idea coincides with Zhou Ziheng, but in addition to this note, he always felt that there was a lot of other information in the room, but he couldn't find a good way to distinguish which one was valid and which one was interfering information.

The two of them once again met the convenience sign that was broken and restored.

Xia Xiqing turned the convenience sign to the side where the text was written, looked at it carefully, took out the bookmarks in the book, and suddenly spoke a message that sounded ineffective at this moment.

"Don't you think the handwriting on these two sheets is different?"

Zhou Ziheng also noticed this. The characters on the bookmark look more generous, like a man's handwriting, while the characters on the convenience sign are much more elegant. Although it is not a world of difference, judging from the degree of closing and retracting the pen tip, it is indeed not the characters of the same person.

He pointed to the bookmark, "I think this is the handwriting of the owner of the study."

In fact, Xia Xiqing agreed with this view, but for the sake of the performance of the program and the acceptance of the audience, he still asked back with great conscience: "What if this book was borrowed by the owner of the room? The bookmarks in it are likely not his own."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, raised his hand and pointed to the row of bookcases next to him, "The third row counts from left to right. The first six books are in the same series as this novel, and this one is the final one. In addition to this series, there are many other series of books on the bookcase. I don't think a person with a collectible will borrow books to read, let alone the finished one."

Xia Xiqing made a fan-specific expression that was very supportive, "Wow, it's really a pity for our Hengheng to not act in a criminal investigation drama."

Our family Hengheng??? Although Zhou Ziheng is common on Weibo with fans, his always excellent expression management almost lost control after coming out of this person's mouth.

Looking at the real admiration on Xia Xiqing's face, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but retort in his heart.

[It's really a pity if you don't act.]

After all, it was on the show, so it was hard to be too cold to the hot face of the "fan" in front of him. Zhou Ziheng coughed and said muffled, "It's not necessarily not to act."

It’s hard to say why, Xia Xiqing actually felt that Zhou Ziheng was a little cute at this moment.

He shook his head in his heart, he must have been confused.

Seeing that Xia Xiqing's feet were about to step on the fragments of the vase that he had broken at the beginning, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but reach out and pull his arm, "Be careful."

Xia Xiqing also reacted and looked down, "Ha, it turns out that the vase was broken from the beginning. I almost forgot that the theme of our room is probably [fragments]."

After saying this casually, Xia Xiqing felt that something was wrong. If Zhou Ziheng's association theory about "breaking" just now was really a series clue designed by the program team in advance, then should there be clues that can be obtained after breaking it?

Zhou Ziheng seemed to have also learned from Xia Xiqing's words. The two of them squatted down almost at the same time, with a tacit understanding.

There were broken vases and porcelain pieces on the ground, and a bunch of white chrysanthemums scattered on the ground. Xia Xiqing used the branches of white chrysanthemums to pluck the broken objects on the ground, and indeed found a piece of paper rolled into a thin tube, "There is indeed a clue."

He couldn't help but complain in his heart that the writer of the escape room script is really meticulous, with so many clues hidden in the corners. If he could not imagine the theme of "fragments", the vase would probably not be broken.

No, it wasn't right. He quickly denied himself in his heart.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly spoke, "So the program team tied us up with ropes, but did not set up any sharp tools. There was only a vase that acted as a decoration, and it was placed at my hand so that we could break him."

His thinking was actually synchronized with him. Xia Xiqing was a little surprised, but he responded quickly, "Well, that's it. It's just that our attention was diverted at the beginning and we didn't find any clues in the vase."

It's like a snake-eating game. No matter which one you start eating, what is the movement route, you always have to eat one of the fruits that exist when the game is initialized, otherwise you will get over it.

He suddenly admired the screenwriter, who was a smart person, and did not frame the program into a game that had to follow the steps in order to continue, otherwise the playability would be reduced too much. The steps were not important, and the order did not matter. Even the problem-solving ideas were set. In addition, a dark character like killer was added to the escape room, which suddenly turned a pure decryption game into an IQ war and psychological warfare mode.

interesting.

The two opened the note and wrote a poem on it.

We were one.

Fate pulls you from my body, from my bones, my flesh, my heart, hardly pieces together these already meaningless organs.

With you who were both broken up and reconstructed, they were buried together one after another.

Burial under this fence with lush roses.

Only redisassemble,

Return you to me, return me to you.

From top to bottom, they are connected to each other.

All can regain meaning.]

It looked like a poem with a somewhat Gothic style, but Xia Xiqing always felt something was wrong. He turned over the paper and found something written on it.

[2you.]

"He wrote to 2, for a reason." Xia Xiqing could not confirm anything else, but this is certain that the only rule that can be found until now is that he cannot let go of any unreasonable details.

Zhou Ziheng kept staring at his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about this poem seriously.

The phone suddenly rang.

The idea was interrupted, they took out their phones and a new message appeared on the screen.

[Please note that the first player escapes from the original room and enters other player rooms.]

"It's so fast." Xia Xiqing looked around, smiled and put her phone back, her face innocent and glad, "But it seems that she did not enter our room. If this person is a killer, enter a certain room randomly... This show is so terrible."

Zhou Ziheng asked back, "What if he was an ordinary player and entered the killer's room?"

Xia Xiqing turned his face to face him, chose an angle that could avoid the recent close-up shot, raised his hand, pretended to tidy up the neckline, covered Mai, lazily curled the corners of his mouth, and showed a smile that completely restored his bad nature, making an outward joke.
Chapter completed!