One hundred and forty-four chapters escape room (eight)
"That's right," Jian Yi snapped his fingers, raising the corners of his mouth intentionally or unintentionally, "the radio is not a gramophone. The latter can only play the things that are on the film, but the former is obviously more functional and can listen to different channels.
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He and Banxia walked through the corridor and quickly returned to the hall.
"Did you find anything?" Jian Yi asked casually.
At the door of Room 2, Zhao Zichao replied frustratedly: "There is nothing in the room...the background color is white, and the round platform is solid. If there are clues, there is no way to hide them."
Hearing this, Banxia and Jian Jian looked at each other and looked at the radio in front of them tacitly.
It can only be it.
1450, the year of the birth of "The Last Judgment".
"This, this is..."
The strange sound of electricity came out again.
"Awesome..." Ban Xia looked at the calm Jian Yi in front of her in surprise. She originally thought that Jian Yi could defeat Hai Wu Ya simply by relying on equipment and luck, but now it seems that the person in front of her in the ranking is one level ahead of her.
Being a player is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
It is possible to judge the age of an oil painting and the year of birth and death of the artist without thinking. Even professional art students may not be able to do this.
"It's simply a humanoid self-propelled database..." Banxia muttered in a low voice.
"Fortunately, the plot of numbers and station numbers being linked... is just a classic routine from Rusty Lake."
Jiang Jian raised his index finger to signal the three of them to stay quiet for the time being.
After a few seconds, the noise from the gramophone finally calmed down and the recording began to play.
What spoke this time was still the strangely processed voice:
"Hehehehehehe... I didn't expect you to get here. I underestimated you. But fortunately, I still prepared the next level for you... Thank you for my great kindness! By the way... I reflect on you.
sin!"
Click... click...
There seemed to be some movement outside the hall.
It seemed to be the sound of gears turning.
"Wait a minute, what did this crazy critic just say?" Lin Xi said suddenly, "Reflecting on our sins...that means we are related to the cruise ship bombing that year, right?"
Taking advantage of the pause in the playback, Banxia nodded and replied: "It seems so right at the moment. Unless you are mentally abnormal, it is impossible to go to all the trouble to imprison a few people here to solve the mystery, both from a practical and criminal perspective.
, are impossible.”
Soon, the sound of steel colliding outside the door stopped. Less than three seconds later, the tape recorder started playing again:
"If you see that body or find that newspaper, please pay attention..." The voice suddenly smiled sinisterly, "That is your only clue to escape!"
"This...this..."
The vague sound of electric current came out again, and the recorder instantly stopped playing and entered standby mode.
"Does that mean the year in the newspaper is still useful?" Banxia reacted instantly, "So the clue he was referring to was 2000?"
"It won't be that simple...but...wait, idiot, where are you going?"
"Ah?" Zhao Zichao replied as he walked towards the corridor, "Try it for 2,000. It doesn't cost anything to try anyway."
Jian Yi frowned and suddenly reacted: "Hey, wait, that..."
Before he finished speaking, it was too late. The moment Zhao Zichao turned the number on the combination lock to 2000, the radio rang again:
"Two chances left."
As expected.
"Idiot, do you know how I feel now?" Lin Xi looked at Zhao Zichao with a speechless expression, "I mainly put my hands on my temples now, and I can feel the sound of 'tuk-tuk-tuk'..."
"Uh..." Zhao Zichao scratched his head awkwardly, "This..."
"It doesn't matter," Jian Jian said, "There are still two chances, which means we still have a chance to try and make mistakes. From this perspective, there is actually not much loss..."
"You are so optimistic..." Ban Xia twitched his lips, "By the way, the only numbers related to passwords in the newspaper are this one. If I have to say it, the day, month and year just now are more reasonable."
"It's a bit difficult," Jian Yi adjusted his glasses, "But what was the sound outside just now?"
"Gears, right?" Lin Xi guessed: "Some mechanism must have moved. Maybe there are new clues in the corridor?"
Hearing this, Zhao Zichao shook his head and said: "I've just been there, nothing has changed, it's still the same."
"Wait, corridor?"
Banxia seemed to have thought of something: "Could it be...the coordinates?"
"Coordinates?" Lin Xi's eyes flickered, "It's possible, but the single number 2000 obviously cannot constitute the coordinates alone... Is it possible to split it into 20 and 00? Moreover, the coordinates require unit length as a reference, and it cannot be 2000cm.
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"Well..." Banxia nodded slightly, "If it's coordinates, there are still many things to consider."
coordinate……
The four independent rooms are circular, the hall is pentagonal, and the corridor is rectangular...
Establish a coordinate system with the center of any room as the coordinate axis?
Or should I say...
"No, if it represents coordinates, it's not completely impossible," Jian Jian said. "In other words, coordinates are currently the most reasonable and easiest to implement conjecture."
"Oh?" Banxia raised her head slightly, "How do you say it?"
Jian Yi walked towards the corridor and looked up at the iron door opposite: "2000 is a positive integer, which is the number in the quadrants of one and four... If you want to establish a coordinate origin, it must be on the left half of the room.
Or the center. If the origin is the center, there are three possibilities: single room, hall, and corridor. But if a corner of the room is the origin, there is only one possibility: corridor."
"But we only have a number of 2000, and there is no unit length." Lin Xi reminded.
"What if 2000 is the unit length of the corridor length or width?" Jian Yi smiled mysteriously, "For example... if it is 10m long, the unit length is 0.05m."
"This...then we need two more numbers."
"We have two numbers, don't we?" Jian Yan walked into the corridor, "We don't have time to lift up every inch of the floor, but it's obviously no problem to lift up a piece."
"Which two?" Lin Xi asked.
"1399 and 1464," Jian Yi glanced at Banxia, "are the birth and death years of the author of the painting in the corridor."
Banxia nodded, then stood in front of him and quickly calculated the coordinates.
Jian Yi's height is much higher than Ban Xia's, and he can still have a panoramic view of the scene in front of him even if there are people in front of him.
In a sense, as long as people's intuition is accurate enough, there is no need to calculate the specific length.
For example, now, you only need to find the position where the length and width of the corridor are "70%", which is... the front right.
