"This kind of puzzle usually only has a few possibilities," Jian Yan touched his chin, picked up an apple from the table and gnawed on it, "Either they are arranged in alphabetical order, or based on patterns...
"
As he said that, he walked forward and scanned the exposed spines on the bookshelf. Most of them were printed in large and small fonts, which were nothing more than the names of the author's books.
The titles of the books are completely different, but the names refer to the same person: Agatha Christie.
"I didn't notice it earlier, but all of them are grandma's books..." Jian Yan glanced at Chen Zibai behind him, "Do you have any ideas?"
"Well," Chen Zibai frowned, "I usually don't read detective novels."
"I suggest you read it when you have time. In today's situation, your self-protection ability can be directly improved to a higher level." Jian Yi shrugged regretfully, and then took down a copy of "Roger's Mystery" from the bookshelf.
It is listed in the upper left corner of the bookshelf. If you take the upper left corner as the starting point and look at it from a plane perspective, "Roger's Mystery" is the first book on the bookshelf.
"If you follow the English version, the murderer of roger ackroyd, the first letter is t." The moment he browsed the title of the book, a complete table was constructed in his mind:
the murderer of roger ackroyd,t.
murder on the orient express,m.
death on the nile,d.
what mrs. mcgillicuddy saw,w
…
If the first letters are the same, then look at the order of the second letters in the alphabet. For example, in the Miss Marple series, only look at the order of the last few letters in the series, and so on.
Following this order, Jian Yi and Chen Zibai changed the positions of all the books on the bookshelf.
When the last book of "while the light lasts" was put into place, something magical happened:
Well, nothing actually happened.
After waiting for a few seconds and looking at the calm bookshelf, the two of them fell into an awkward situation for a while.
"This?" Chen Zibai looked at Jian Yi questioningly: "You have been busy for a long time, what is going on?"
"Oh, don't worry," Jian Yi said calmly, still looking like he was in control of the overall situation: "We are just unlucky, after all, none of us know the rules of how the manor master designed this thing, and it is normal to make mistakes.
of……"
He paused, then glanced at Chen Zibai again: "Now, could you please help me arrange these books in another order?"
When Chen Zibai heard this, he was slightly reluctant: "Then if it's wrong again, wouldn't it be in vain again?"
"Actually, it's okay if you don't want to do it. After all, I am a fair person," Jian Yi rubbed the trigger of fn-509, "It's just a pity. After all, you have lived for more than twenty years..."
"I'll line up, can't I line up?"
…
Another simple order is naturally the completion time of each book.
In this order, Agatha Christie's first book "The Mysterious Affair at Styles" would be ranked in the upper left corner.
"If I remember correctly, she only got twenty-five pounds from that book," Jian Jian sat aside without any shame, watching Chen Zibai busy changing the order according to what he said, as if he meant something.
He joked: "It seems that sometimes hard work cannot bring you anything valuable..."
"You're right..." Chen Zibai was no longer able to complain about Jian Yan's completely inappropriate behavior. For the sake of inheritance and survival, she could, or rather could only, endure all the other's actions.
As the saying goes, if my neighbor collects grain, I will store guns, and my neighbor is my granary.
He is well aware of the simplicity of this approach, has effectively demonstrated this point of view in three copies, and... is still practicing it.
After working hard for about seven or eight minutes, Chen Zibai, who was stepping on stools and bending down to pick up books, was already extremely tired. After finally putting the last book "Gate of Destiny" on the bookshelf according to the simple requirements, he was immediately tired.
slumped to the ground.
Jian Jian, on the other hand, was sitting leisurely on the sofa with his legs crossed, eating an apple while looking at Chen Zibai who was lying on the ground exhausted.
"This..." She panted, the clothes on her chest were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her body, "Why hasn't this been opened yet..."
"This is probably correct," Jian Yi heard, and immediately stood up and kicked the bookshelf, "But it is understandable that the mechanism occasionally malfunctions."
"Click..."
As a sound of mechanical operation came from the inside of the bookshelf, the bookshelf slowly moved parallel to the right. Gradually, a beam of light came out from the door, and it happened to shine on the simple toe of the shoe.
Looking up, I saw a 45-degree inclined corridor extending downward, about fifty meters in length by visual inspection.
Although there are steps in the corridor, it is obviously still too steep.
"Isn't it open now?" Jian Yan threw the fruit core into the trash can and then burped, "Hey, why are you standing there? Let's go!"
"Ah? Oh, oh, oh." Chen Zibai nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. She had followed the simple idea before, purely because the other party had a gun, rather than really believing that the nonsensical young man in front of her could open the secret door.
She even once doubted whether the inheritance was really hidden behind this wall as Jian Yi said... But now, as Jian Yi said, the door really opened.
Although he didn't understand his operation at all, Chen Zibai somehow admired this madman.
Walking down the stairs, the temperature did not continue to drop, but instead seemed a bit stuffy.
Touching the wall, Jian Yi said in surprise: "It's really luxurious. Even the basement has heating?"
"That's not very clear," Chen Zibai replied, "but there were no such things at all back then, and even... there were only two layers..."
Jian Yi continued to walk forward and whispered without looking back: "If all this is Zhang Linchuan's handiwork, it would be easy to explain. From now on, walk softly and shut your mouth. I can't guarantee that Zhang Linchuan
Lin Chuan doesn't have a gun in his hand, and besides... in this situation, I can't guarantee the purpose and identity of the security guard. Therefore, we can communicate and keep our voices as low as possible."
The two almost held their breath and walked down the stairs slowly.
Zhang Linchuan, who is in unknown danger, Qian Duoduo, who pretends to be unconscious, Bai Xia, who seems to be a subordinate, the security guard with unknown purpose...
Up to now, Jian Yi had relied on a bottle of potassium cyanide taken from Yang Ye. While killing Li Lin, it also promoted the rhythm of conflicts among several people, almost directly changing the direction - and maybe even advancing the progress of several people.
plan.
A sense of crisis always makes people fearful of long nights and dreams.
Jian Yan raised his eyes and judged from his pulse that 14 minutes and 12 seconds had passed since he smashed the phone just now, and there was still about an hour before dawn.
