The Fallen Merman

Bai Chunian touched the wall of the hot spring bathroom and walked around, checking for clues that were not found. Just after walking around, a gap gradually appeared in the door on the north wall. The width begins to narrow, and the speed is very fast. If this opportunity is not seized, this door will probably disappear in a flash.

Bai Chunian quickly picked up the hk417 confiscated by the mercenaries and carried it on his back. He quickly picked up Rimbaud and ran towards the door that was about to disappear. When approaching the gap, he flexibly rolled on the spot and rolled into the next room. , the two were trapped in a new room again.

Bai Chunian glanced at his watch first. To be on the safe side, Bai Chunian collected all the watches on the mercenary's body, both mechanical and electronic. The moment the two of them entered the room, the time of all the watches jumped to one o'clock in the afternoon.

The wallpaper in this room is also a red pattern, and it is also a cube room with the same length, width and height.

There are five or six metal shelves in the center of the room. The shelves are surrounded by sinks, stoves, range hoods, baskets, and fresh-keeping cabinets. There are knife racks on the table, delicate bowls and plates, and the walls are also covered with clean wipes. Mirror.

This is a kitchen. Bai Chunian gave this kitchen the number 13 in his heart, because the time in this room was 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Are they all built according to the specifications of a certain villa?" Bai Chunian guessed silently.

Bai Chunian checked the shelves and cabinets and picked up a note from the ground.

The paper and handwriting of the note are the same as those found in the bathroom, left by the missing writer, and the page number is marked "Second Page", but it is not neatly arranged like the previous note. The position seems to have been thrown on the ground in a panic.

"I see, this is actually a maze, I can't predict what kind of room I will enter in the next second, I can't walk. The room I am in now is a yellow dollhouse, very warmly decorated if ignored If there are mirrors everywhere on the wall, there are plush teddy bears and pink rabbits on the carpet, a small coffee table for building blocks in the middle, and a pile of square blocks on the table. The way the blocks are placed is very special. Fortunately, I learned descriptive geometry during college, and I can easily draw three views and three-dimensional drawings of it. If the police can see it, I hope it can help you find clues."

Viewing architectural drawings is a compulsory course for alliance agents. Bai Chunian easily understood what the writer wanted to express from the scribbled diagrams:

This is a pile of special-shaped buildings made of 28 cubes of volume wood, and the shape is not any common cube. The shape of the entire cube appears to be a hollowed-out cuboid with a three-by-three base and five high.

This is consistent with the numbers on the clock, and it can be preliminarily inferred that this is the three-dimensional design of the entire secret room.

The way of placing cubic volume wood is actually very strange. It has seven pieces on the bottom layer, three pieces on the second level, eight pieces on the third level, three pieces on the fourth level, and seven pieces on the fifth level. There are many hollow spaces in the middle of the cube building.

The author drew three circles on the schematic diagram of the painting, and divided the cube into three parts vertically. The leftmost layer was marked with blue, the middle layer was marked with red, and the rightmost layer was marked with yellow.

Bai Chunian sat on the ground and closed his eyes and thought about this scribbled diagram.

When a cubic building has three views and a three-dimensional view, the specific shape and placement of the entire building can be completely determined, but there are too many distracting clues given by 324, such as color, digital time, placement shape, and room function. The rules cannot be linked together.

Bai Chunian finally understood how appropriate the content of the file f mentioned by Enke was to the description of 324. This is an extremely self-experimental subject. All the puzzles he gave were based on his own strange ideas, and he never considered it. The experience and situation of the problem solver is no wonder that it will be incinerated and disposed of as a failed defective product. He can't play the role of filtering low-IQ humans at all.

Bai Chunian sat on the ground with his eyes closed and pondered. Lan Bo didn't bother him. He sat by the cupboard and admired the gemstone ring Bai Chunian wore on the tip of his tail. He picked up a plate and ate it as a biscuit.

"This." Rimbaud scrutinized the last remaining piece of porcelain, tilted his head and read, "One yuan per person."

Bai Chunian looked back at him, Lan Bo picked up the broken porcelain in his hand and shook it at him.

"Baby, are you only reading the part that you know?" Bai Chunian took the porcelain and picked up another complete plate to inspect, and found that the plate had a custom pattern of "Zhengyuan Restaurant" printed on it.

This is a hotel with a good reputation in reality. Its reputation is similar to that of Quanjude. At the intersection of Fengcheng South Road and Hongya Road in Tongkou City, everyone in China knows it.

The 109 Institute is also built on the outskirts of the city, less than an hour's drive away.

The communicator rang again.

He So-called: "The restaurant just opened, and we're going to the next room. I don't understand what this room is for. There are four seats in the middle. There is a steering wheel in front of the left front seat, and the right hand Stop, there's an ashtray in front of it and an empty light, the light is down, it means there's someone in the car. It's a Volkswagen Santana cab."

Bai Chunian: "Wallpaper color, what time is it."

He So-called: "Red, twelve o'clock at noon. Where are you?"

Bai Chunian: "I now have a basic profile of Wuxiang Stalker, but I'm not sure yet."

What does it mean: "You still do this"

Profiling refers to inferring the mind of the observed person by the way he behaves.

"I'll tell you when I'm sure." Bai Chunian was still thinking about another question. Holding the icon left by the missing writer, he circled the room a few times, suddenly jumped up, and landed heavily on the ground.

Rimbaud was stunned, he forgot to eat the broken pieces of porcelain in his hand, and patronized the fool.

After Bai Chunian jumped a few times, the doors on the three walls of the room began to form a gap from below. The gap became bigger and bigger, and the door gradually became complete.

The room where Bai Chunian was located was impacted downwards, so he slid downwards.

"It really is a map."

Through the analysis of the three-view and three-dimensional diagrams drawn on the note, the bottom of room 13 where Bai Chunian was located was empty, and now it was proved that all the rooms were moved vertically or horizontally.

Bai Chunian chose one door and looked out. The three doors were not rooms, but a large, through-hole space. This also confirms the accuracy of the drawings left by the missing writer.

"The room can be pushed." Bai Chunian told He So-called the news.

Rimbaud kept staring at the last unopened door and licked his lips hungry.

Bai Chunian turned around and called him, "What are you looking at?"

Rimbaud thought for a while in confusion: "A painting, passing by."

Bai Chunian did not understand what he meant, and went to the only door that was not opened to study it carefully: "What painting?"

Rimbaud described it lightly: "Red, broken, flat, large pieces, not edible."

"" Bai Chunian couldn't speculate on what the painting looked like, so he had to give up temporarily and hugged Lan Bo, "Let's go out and have a look, hold me tight."

Rimbaud wrapped his arms around Alpha's neck, his tail wrapped around him, and the tip of his nose lightly rubbed the fish-shaped mark on the side of his neck: "Good boy."

"Really." Bai Chunian raised half of his eyebrows and patted Lan Bo's ass, "I'll be better in the future."

Rimbaud seemed to be a little bit against this act of offending his own status, but after looking at the smiling and well-behaved alpha, he felt that he was forgiven, so he warned in a low voice, "No, touch there."

"Then I won't touch it with my hands." Bai Chu Young laughed.

Walking out of the back kitchen, the two entered a large open and dark space. There was no other design, but the horizontal and vertical frames were full of tracks. It was a bit like the kind of scaffolding with green nets on the outside when building a building. It can be seen that these square rooms are full of rails. It relies on orbital movement, as long as a force is applied to one side of the room, the room will move.

Bai Chunian held Lan Bo with one hand, and the other hand held a flashlight with strong light from the mercenary, and searched carefully around the room he had just walked out of.

There were some dried blood and residues on the ground close to the wall. Bai Chunian squatted down and touched the ground with a flashlight. The blood residue stuck to his fingertips.

Following the direction of the bloodstain, Bai Chunian glanced above the wall and was looking at a **** face.

"Fuck me."

Bai Chunian was frightened and took two steps back before he could see his full face. This was a corpse that was crushed alive, with bones and flesh and blood stuck to the wall, and it had been crushed and shattered.

"A pancake." Rimbaud stretched out his fingernails and lightly plucked at the meat residue on the wall, and asked softly, wrapping his arms around Alpha's neck, "Shit, shouldn't you eat it?"

"Outdated meat, I'll be sick after eating it, we won't eat this." Bai Chunian weighed the omega in his arms, "Leave first, if you stay in this place for a long time, it's easy to send yourself away."

Before he finished speaking, the room that had just been stepped down by Bai Chunian began to float up. At the same time, the room above the two of them was rapidly descending. If they took a step back, they would end up the same as the squished corpse on the wall.

In a hurry, Bai Chunian led Lan Bo to jump and roll to the right, a door appeared above, Bai Chunian threw Lan Bo out, and Lan Bo stretched out sharp claws with the tips of his fingers and firmly clawed on the ground above the door. , threw off the fish tail and wrapped Bai Chunian's hand, and rolled into the room with the alpha.

The door closes and disappears, just one second later, the two may be directly crushed to death by the falling room, or cut in half during the translation of the two adjacent rooms.

This is a bright blue room. Bai Chunian glanced at his watch, and it showed eleven o'clock in the morning.

There are not too many decorations in the room, only a huge horizontal cylindrical steel machine is placed in the middle, and there is a square iron door with a handle in front of the machine.

Bai Chunian opened the iron door and glanced at it, confirming that it was an incinerator.

"Captain He." Bai Chunian knocked on the communicator, "I am now quite sure about the relationship between these rooms and time. These are all the places that the Wuxiang Stalker passed by on the way to escape from the 109 Research Institute. The duplication becomes a room, and the time in the room is the time when he gets to each place."

"324 ran away before entering the incinerator of the institute. The room showed eleven o'clock in the morning. After walking for an hour, he saw a taxi. Because he would be invisible, he would not be detected when he got in the car and followed the passengers in the taxi. I got out of the car from Zhengyuan Restaurant, got into the back kitchen to hide, the back kitchen time is 1:00 pm, and this critical itinerary is just right."

"Captain Ho"

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