One hundred and forty-three chapters escape room (seven)
Banxia picked up the lock and said with approval: "The four-digit password is all composed of numbers... At present, we have searched all four rooms and the entire hall, and there are no clues in the phonograph, so... and the numbers
The only thing that is linked is the date of this newspaper."
Zhao Zichao scratched his head and asked puzzledly: "But how can the date and number be connected together?"
"The first digit of the day, month, and year," Lin Xi said, "After playing so many escape rooms, you must be good at this kind of routine questions, right?"
"But there is one more digit..."
Hearing this, Jian Yi took out the note with "f" written on it from his pocket and waved it in front of the three of them: "I forgot to mention that I found it in Room 1. If you follow the twenty-six-digit alphabet,
If the 'f' is replaced in sequence, the vacant number should be 6."
"2,1,1,6?" Banxia moved the body a little to the right, exposing the entire combination lock, and then turned the lock's combination wheel to the corresponding position.
"Ka... As the gears rotated, the door opened with a sound, and a beam of light shone in. Although it was very weak, it already made them feel a lot more at ease.
After all, having lights and not having lights are completely different concepts.
If it's the former, no matter how dim the light is, you can still adapt to the darkness and see the scenery in front of you clearly; if it's the latter... then just ask for luck.
Although the current puzzle solving is still very easy, it is obvious that this is just an appetizer.
Pieces of white floor tiles came into view, and the scene outside the door unfolded before the four of them:
Outside the door is a wide corridor, but it is still limited by walls, with a width ranging from five to six meters; the old electric lamp above emits a weak light, and the light is mixed with some strange shadows, which are reflected on the ground.
Mottled light and shadow.
Facing the direction of the hall, opposite is a thick door.
"Wait a minute..." Zhao Zichao looked at the other side in surprise, "Is that... the moon?"
Jian Jian looked at the direction Zhao Zichao was pointing. It was a very small window, but the design was very clever. The people inside could only see the moon, but not other things outside the window.
Still unable to judge the environment they are in.
"In other words... our mission will be completed once this door is opened?" Zhao Zichao asked in disbelief.
"You are thinking too much." Ban Xia said lazily. "On the one hand, there is too little content in the script. On the other hand, being able to see the moon only means that you are very close to the outside world, but it does not mean that you are very close to escaping.
.The main plot of escaping...you have to at least escape the danger of your life, right? However, the motivation of the person who captured us here is a bit difficult to analyze."
"Oh?" Lin Xi raised his eyebrows, "How do you say this?"
Hearing this, Banxia replied: "You have been providing us with information, but you have no intention of letting us go... Is it some kind of special hobby?"
"To be precise, it may be revenge," Jian Jian took over and said, "If it were me, facing my most hated enemy, I would certainly get a moment of pleasure by directly killing him, but if it is a long-term torture and watching him
A miserable life worse than death..."
He said calmly: "That would be the real revenge."
"Don't say such horrible things with a calm face!" Banxia took a deep look at the weirdo next to him, and immediately distanced himself from him with his petite body, "The more you hear it, the more you sound like a pervert, okay!"
"I'm just stepping into the other person's perspective," Jian Yan spread her hands innocently, "I'm usually a very serious person, really."
Banxia nodded reluctantly, but her wonderful expression was filled with the words "genius' letter".
"A serious person," Zhao Zichao twitched his lips, "If you were a serious person, the mental hospital would have been out of work long ago..."
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"So...what is this for?"
After a brief glance at the surroundings, I still couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world.
After checking the entire corridor in the past few minutes, they seemed to have found no clues about the so-called "password".
But the fact is: the door lock to the next room not only requires a password, but... they have no idea what is behind the door.
If it was retaliation, they would never be allowed to escape so easily.
There is still a strange salty smell in the air.
"Come here and take a look at this," Banxia suddenly interrupted Jian Yi's thoughts, "You said you were a painter, right?"
Jian Yi nodded and quickly walked over from the door lock.
After Lin Xi and Zhao Zichao searched the corridor to no avail, they returned to the hall to search for clues again. They have not returned yet and they don't know if they have found anything.
Banxia pointed to the paintings hanging on the wall and asked, "I don't have much research in this area, but you should be familiar with it, right?"
"Rogier van der Weyden's "The Last Judgment,"" Jian Yan pushed up his glasses and continued:
"This oil painting is divided into five sides, but what is hanging here is only the first side. As for its meaning..." He paused briefly and continued, "A legend derived from the background of the Christian era, the Maharaja
Michael will weigh people's souls after death to determine whether their destination is heaven or hell. To some extent, the key word here may be 'judgment'."
"Similar to the story of Anubis, people's crimes are used to measure the punishment they deserve..." Banxia nodded thoughtfully, "That does look like revenge. By the way, when was this painting completed?
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"1450." Jian Yan said slowly.
"1450..." Banxia took a step forward and quickly entered a series of numbers on the door lock.
"Click..."
The door lock made a squeaking sound, and obviously it didn't open.
"These themes of crime and punishment have always been Vuitton's style," Jian Yi saw, and added, "The "Descent from the Cross" of 1435 also has obvious characteristics. If it is the year of Vuitton's birth and death..."
1399 or 1464?
I simply turned the password wheel and tried it twice, but unfortunately, it had no effect.
"It may have nothing to do with painting," Jian Jian said expressionlessly, "We have overlooked some things."
"The radio content has finished playing," Banxia said, "If there are any other clues... maybe there are any clues in their respective rooms?"
"No, if that were the case, we should have discovered it long ago."
Jian Yi suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Banxia.
"Hey, your look is a bit scary!"
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask, what did you just say?"
"Um, clues about each room?"
"No, the previous sentence."
"The radio is already..." Banxia suddenly realized the meaning of the "previous sentence" that Jian Yan said, "Yes, the radio!"
