One hundred and fifty-two chapters escape room (sixteen)
The door of the room was wide open, and Jian Yi walked in front of the three of them, so he stepped in directly.
Lin Xi was standing in front of the computer screen opposite, looking down at something.
The space here is relatively open, and directly opposite the three people is a huge black screen. Judging from the countdown on it, Lin Xi seems to be trying to restart the computer.
In front of the screen is a large console with a keyboard, a few scattered notebooks, and some small objects such as charts, which are covered with sporadic blood stains, making the room look quite messy.
Behind the screen, there is a spacious floor-to-ceiling window, or in other words, an entire wall is made of glass. You can see almost everything on the deck at a glance. The layout is not much different from the main control room of a general cargo ship.
"Did you find anything?" Jian Yi asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, and it's very important." Lin Xi looked solemn and pointed to the right side of Jian Yi: "Look at that."
"Oh my god!" As soon as Zhao Zichao entered the door, he jumped directly behind Banxia in shock, and even screamed in fear, "This way of death is too scary!"
Jian Yan raised his eyes and saw a cold corpse in front of him.
"Around 30 years old, 1.85 meters tall, with a strong build, there are obvious wounds on the abdomen and back of the head." Jian Yi circled the body and turned it over. "The brain is a penetrating injury, directly
It penetrated the forehead and appeared to be a fatal wound."
"Is he a staff member of Alves Laboratory?" Banxia frowned and covered his nose and said, "This death is really ugly..."
"The time of death was only about a day, and it basically matches the death time of the corpse." Lin Xi closed the notebook in his hand and yawned, "Do you have any clues there?"
"Like you, we encountered those disgusting tentacles. The source was probably deep on the first floor of the building on the left, but we didn't go there. Another thing is... we basically understand the background here."
With that said, Jian Yi handed the file bag to Lin Xi and Zhao Zichao, and then turned to compare the two corpses.
"So, this cruise ship itself is used to supervise No. 12 for a long time?"
"Absolutely," Ban Xia nodded, "but what I am confused about is that the person who imprisoned us in the basement at the beginning but left clues... is the same as the Riddler, what is his purpose?"
"It's hard to tell..." Jian Yan placed the two corpses side by side and then said, "Both corpses look like they were poisoned."
Banxia looked back at Jian Jian, then looked down at the ground: "Wait, it's only been a few minutes, why are you playing with corpses again???"
"Tsk, this is a professional autopsy, okay!" Jian Jian looked at Ban Xia's "I don't believe your nonsense at all" look, and then added: "Well, it's not actually professional. But what I said is
The fact is correct, the color of the lips of these two people is basically the same, and I just took a look at their oral conditions... They are all obvious signs of poisoning."
"Group poisoning?" Banxia made his own speculation, "So, the deaths of these people were also caused by the pervert who imprisoned us..."
After reading the simple document bag, Lin Xi sorted out his thoughts for a while and handed over the notebook on the desktop: "You guys should take a look at this first. I feel that this matter... is a bit weird."
[Name: B2’s Notepad]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Note: The cowhide notebook seems to be very new. There are faint blood stains on it, but it is not obvious.]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: This is hell.]
"Diary?" Jian Yi's expression didn't change much and he continued to read.
[On October 26, I changed my diary, but it was still boring. The days of supervision were so difficult that I could only watch some old movies to survive. Today No. 12 is still in normal condition. 】
[October 27th, I went to the shore to replenish supplies as usual today, and I should be able to survive for another month. After this month, I can finally return to the headquarters... This year has been really difficult. But today's supply box is a bit heavy... maybe
Is it because too much fresh water was transported?】
[October 28th, something was wrong with No. 12 today. He was very irritable and refused to eat. He was originally going to report to the headquarters, but he happened to be caught in a storm...]
[October 29th, it’s over, the storm is still going on! No.12 can’t control it anymore! C23 was eaten alive... We can only block the stairs to the second floor, but fortunately, at least the iron in the main control room
The gate can stop it. I hope the rain will stop tomorrow...]
The following content was not only scrawled like the handwriting of Monk Huaisu, but the date was not marked at all. Crazy words filled the entire paper, urgent and chaotic:
[We are wrong, wrong from the beginning! This is not a world at all... This is the place of exile! This is the place of exile! We are the abandoned people... Run away, escape at any cost! No, no,
There is no way to escape, we have already... Damn it! Turing! Damn it, we have all been deceived!]
[It has already chased me...]
[Headquarters, maybe people from the headquarters will come... If you see these things, ignore No. 12, run away, run away! Remember, don't believe it...]
The next writing was wiped out into a ball of ink, and no one could see clearly what was written on it.
"Hiss... I'm a little sane..." Zhao Zichao crossed his arms and got goosebumps on his body, "What kind of monster is this No. 12?"
[Side mission unlocked: Please analyze the true identity of No. 12. 】
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's true," Jian Yi said, "The side mission popped up very quickly. This at least shows that... our current thinking is completely correct."
"But this B2's mental state is a little wrong..." Lin Xi said, "The logic of this passage is very confusing, and... they are all crazy words talking to themselves, more like the first
Thoughts of time, not diary, right?”
"This further shows that he could only write what he could think of at that time," Ban Xia answered her question, "No. 12's tentacles were probably approaching him, which would explain why his death was caused by serious injuries rather than poisoning.
.”
"Ha..." Jian Yi laughed inexplicably, "Obviously he was tricked!"
"How to say?"
"On October 27th, which is what he mentioned in his diary, the 'weight of the supply box' was obviously heavier..." Jian Yi narrowed his eyes, "Is there a possibility that it's not due to fresh water, but to
Because there is a living person hidden in the box?"
