One hundred and forty-five chapters escape room (nine)
"Using the lower left corner as the coordinate axis, 2000 as the maximum length unit, the coordinates are (1399, 1465)," Jian Yi said to himself, "that is..."
He walked straight through Banxia and walked towards the iron gate in front of him.
Soon, he stopped about three meters away from the iron door, squatted down and knocked on the floor.
Although it was not obvious, when he put his right ear close to the floor, he could still tell through the sound that this floor was different from others.
This is why they have to find the exact coordinates: the four of them don't have time to lift up the entire floor, and it's impossible to listen to the sounds one by one to judge their differences.
But now, the answer to this question has been simply confirmed: there is something under the floor tiles.
"Is the password below?" Banxia walked over and took a look, "Better be careful."
When these words came from the mouth of a 1.5-meter-tall Lolita, Jian Yan instantly felt a strong sense of disobedience.
He and Banxia looked at each other, and the latter immediately took a few steps back.
Since the other party's purpose is to make things difficult for them rather than actually letting them escape, any place where information is buried may be dangerous.
There are clues hidden below, maybe a bomb.
If Jian Yi misfortune fails, the only way to pass this scenario is to rely on Pinellia ternata. If two people GG at the same time, it will be difficult to complete this scenario with just two inexperienced players, Lin Xi and Zhao Zichao.
Jian Yan knocked on both ends of the square brick expressionlessly, and after confirming the specific location of the gap, he stepped hard on the other end of the square brick.
In an instant, the gaps between the square bricks were stepped on and collapsed, breaking into pieces. It looked like the material was not of good quality.
Fortunately, there are no simple worst-case bombs or other traps underneath the square tiles.
Several people stepped forward to dig open the fragments, and dust flew up. There was a note underneath, but it was stained with too much dust and looked dirty.
[Name: Dirty Note]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: garbage]
[Explanation: A note, the handwriting is twisted and dirty. It is difficult for anyone who sees it to have a good impression of the person who wrote it. Although it is very short, you can still feel the despair of the person who wrote it through the back of the paper. It seems that he was writing in a hurry.
Finished.]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Place of Exile]
【Content: Two hours.】
"Two... hours?" Zhao Zichao asked confused, "What does this mean? After doing it for a long time, the reminder is two hours?"
"Is the unit converted?" Lin Xi said, "For example...3600 seconds? A four-digit code, you can try it."
"It won't be that simple," Ban Xia shook his head. "You can see the moon directly outside the window, which almost means that after you leave the door, you will be in the wild. The purpose of the trap designer is not to let you get rid of it with difficulty, but to completely trap you to death.
Here, whether there is a solution to the problem, at least this point is essentially different from the escape room."
"You're right," Jian Jian nodded while holding his chin, "When the other party set up this trap, he never thought about letting us get out alive. He just wanted to have fun. So it's possible... this place is not here at all.
No clues."
"No clues?" Zhao Zichao asked in surprise, "Is it impossible?"
"There are clues, of course there are clues," Jian Yi said slowly, "but... they were not left by the designer of the mechanism."
"The deceased." Ban Xia suddenly raised his head and looked at Jian Jian: "In other words, he was our 'previous'."
Zhao Zichao:???
He felt that the plot was confusing enough, but now Ban Xia's words directly confused him... It seemed that Jian Yi and this girl were on a completely different level... Except for Lin Xi who could interject a few words, he seemed
Didn't help at all.
Jian Yi nodded thoughtfully: "Do you think... we are not the first people to come to this place?"
"Yes," Banxia replied briefly, "The corpse in front is the best proof. No one disposed of his body, and even deliberately left clues in the pocket of the corpse? Hmm..."
She said seriously: "I suspect we made a fatal mistake from the beginning."
"You mean..." Jian Yi basically understood Banxia's meaning, "It's not that the person behind the scenes doesn't want to dispose of the body, but that he can't?"
She nodded: "Yes, after that, the man who knew that his death was imminent left us the last clue...that is, that newspaper."
"But to explain it this way, have there been many groups of people who have been here before?" Lin Xi tilted his head, "If the other party wants to torture us, there is no need to go to such trouble to do this to us, right? Also, why is this
A man wants to leave us a clue? It’s so unreasonable.”
Banxia crossed her arms and leaned against the wall and said: "It's hard to say, but what is certain is that there is indeed more than one of us here. My suggestion is to leave this question behind. The most important thing at the moment is still
How to get out."
"Hey, wait," Jian Yi narrowed her eyes, "Two hours... It's not actually a false message. It may even have nothing to do with the password to open the door."
"How to say?"
A simple reply: "The incubation time of nitrite poisoning ranges from ten minutes to ten hours, and is related to the purity and dosage... If your guess is accurate, the last group of people should have exactly the same thing as us."
Yes...that is to say, their fate is very likely to be our fate. Now this man has been poisoned to death..."
The corner of his mouth curled up: "Is it possible that two hours is the time from when we enter the script to when we die from the poison?"
"In this case, the logic is completely fine..." Zhao Zichao suddenly realized, "No wonder there is no time limit in this script!"
"How long did it take until we entered the script?" Ban Xia asked.
"About thirty-one minutes," Jian Jian paused slightly, "that is to say... in the remaining one hour and thirty minutes, we will either find the antidote, escape, or... fight with the one in front of us.
A corpse is an end."
Zhao Zichao asked tentatively: "Then let me go to the code lock and try 1200?"
"That's okay," Ban Xia shrugged nonchalantly, "There are no clues now anyway."
Jian Yi smiled, shook his finger and said, "No, no, no, I think the way to get out has already been hinted at."
He walked leisurely through the corridor and turned to look in the direction where the corpse was lying: "To be precise, it is not that this corpse did not escape, but it was most likely that it died of poison on the way back. That is,
Said, he may not have opened the iron door at all."
