Teaching rooftop.
Hua Wujue had a faint smile on his face, watching Armin on TV with a hint of amusement.
“It’s the second time.”
Lin Moyi, who was concentrating on massaging, was stunned when she heard this, and cautiously glanced at the TV with the corner of her eye.
Saw what happened on TV.
"Oh, this guy is quite smart. He actually found this manual. However, the contents of this manual are not something you can just read casually."
There was a hint of realization in Lin Moyi's eyes, and more of a sense of happiness and joy.
She didn't think Armin could discover the secret in this book.
Anyway, her master is Hua Wujue, and she is happy to see this guy suffer.
Except for her master, Lin Moyi is indifferent to anyone's life or death...
In classroom 405.
Armin's pupils gradually became clear, and everything that had just happened seemed to fade away like a halo, and the bloody book was still lying quietly in front of him.
Time goes back again.
This is the third time the market has retreated. The expected time has passed, a full minute.
"None of them are right. There must be something hidden in this booklet."
Armin had a calm and indifferent expression, as if the two consecutive deaths had not had any effect on him.
놛 He opened the book again and flipped back and forth between the pages of obedience and praise.
Obedience is the first column of the Qingteng Code, and praise is the second chapter.
As for the rest of the content, they are all ordinary school rules and regulations.
[The only book in Qingteng Middle School, the content is extremely boring, I am afraid that only by forcing yourself can you read it. In fact, it is indeed so. If you read on, you will discover a secret.]
The reminder of this code reappeared in Armin's mind.
"secret."
Armin's eyes suddenly focused, starting from the first page and ending at the third page.
놛I finished reading it in a very short time and rearranged and combined all the words and meanings in it.
First, the most common fence shifting method.
Alternate the letters in the message to be sent into two rows, and then put the letters in the lower row behind the upper row to form a password.
놛Try to list the first letters of each word and then parse them one by one.
The result is a string of gibberish.
The parsed meaning is unclear and more like a wrong sentence made by an elementary school student.
[School…cage…killing people…can’t say…be obedient…]
Armin's face was as calm as water, and he was not surprised. He immediately began another analysis.
Caesar shift.
놆The simplest transposition method is to move the alphabet forward or backward a few places.
The analysis begins again...
The blue light in Armin's pupils flickered, as if he was performing high-speed calculations.
It took a few seconds for the analysis to be complete, but the result was not satisfactory.
꺗놆 garbled...
This time the garbled content is even stranger, more like a bunch of unrelated words put together.
[Gugu... Hehe... I want to escape... I can't escape...]
"Why is it that after 700,000,370 characters of text were compressed and parsed three times, the result is two strings of gibberish..."
Armin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he fell into deep thought as he looked at the book in front of him.
In fact, with these two most commonly used parsing methods, even if you use a hundred words, you can get a complete sentence in the end.
And the more words there are, the higher the chance of getting a complete sentence.
In other words, if you write a chapter, this method may result in a sentence with an incomplete meaning.
But if you read a book, you will definitely get a complete sentence.
Because a book has a lot of characters, at least for parsing.
Therefore, compression is needed to compress some irrelevant characters to retrieve the real key characters.
껩 can be understood as, through countless ways of arrangement and comparison, finally a truly perfect sentence is obtained.
Here's where it gets weird.
More than 90,000 characters, and Armin got two sentences of gibberish.
Unless...놛 gets an incomplete character.
"There are two Ivy Rules."
Armin frowned.
If that's the case, there's no time to find another Ivy Guide.
But immediately, 놛꺗 rejected the idea.
The tip clearly states that this is the only book in Qingteng Middle School.
In fact, there is no second Ivy League rule.
So...what is the hidden message?
Wait…why must it be hidden…
Armin's eyes were calm as water, and he quickly filtered through the entire book in his mind.
"We are the lambs and you are the shepherd."
"We are the babies, you are my dear."
"Be obedient, or you will be thrown away,"
"If you throw it away, it will be eaten by the monsters outside."
"You are like the moon, comforting us little lambs in the darkness."
"You are like the sun, providing light for us seeds."
"Follow the rules and never touch."
Armin closed the book with a snap.
Got it…
The third prediction ends.
"Oh~"
Hua Wujue became interested, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he couldn't help but ask Lin Moyi who was lying in front of him massaging him.
"Lin Moyi, do you think you can tell?"
Hearing Hua Wujue's question, Lin Moyi immediately raised his head respectfully, glanced at the TV first, and then answered respectfully:
"Respected Emperor Hua, I think you should not be able to see it."
Lin Moyi threw out his previous thoughts.
She was still like that, and didn't think this guy could see it.
No matter how smart humans are, they can never know what happened to them at that time.
Unless this guy has the ability to go back in time and go directly back to when they were still alive.
A booklet can at best give some cryptic hints, but it is impossible to deduce the real truth.
"Will you bet with me?"
Hua Wujue's inky eyes were filled with a smile. He glanced at Lin Moyi's chin and lifted it slightly.
Lin Moyi's face flushed red, and he said quickly: "I am not qualified to bet with you, my lord. What you said is right!"
"What if my bet is this?"
A gleam of brilliance flashed in Hua Wujue's eyes, and a purple pill appeared out of thin air in his hand.
When Lin Moyi saw the pill, she was slightly shocked, and uncontrollable desire appeared in her eyes, even though she didn't recognize it.
This is the ghost pill.
It can instantly raise a ghost cultivator's ghost power to a higher level, which is almost equivalent to upgrading a stage at no cost.
When I checked in at the underworld, I received almost millions of bottles.
Although Lin Moyi wanted to leave, he didn't lose his mind.
She had no corresponding price to offset the value of the Ghost Pill.
As if seeing Lin Moyi's hesitation, Hua Wujue added a sentence.
"It doesn't matter. Win or lose, this pill is yours."
The struggle in Lin Moyi's eyes became more intense. Finally, he bit his tongue and seemed to have made up his mind. The hesitation in his eyes faded away, and he replied respectfully:
"No, my lord, I am not qualified to gamble with you, let alone to receive such a precious thing for free."
Haha…quite smart.
Hua Wujue smiled slightly, clenched his palms, the elixir disappeared, and he gently closed his eyes.
Lin Moyi didn't say much, didn't ask much, just continued the massage silently...