The last room on the third floor is a movie-related exhibition hall.
There are many movie-related objects on display, such as storyboards, movie costumes and props, movie posters and photos, books and magazines, movie tickets, etc.
Writer Xu was fascinated for a moment, leaning on the glass cabinet to admire: "There are quite a lot of things here."
Kang Mucheng didn't say anything, just threw his coat on the display cabinet, rolled up his shirt sleeves, moved the display cabinet, and tried to find a way out. The result was of course not that surprising - there was nothing.
He couldn't help but ponder: "It's impossible, there should be something."
"What?" Jian Jing was curious.
"The third floor of the villa was originally a bedroom and study. If the secret room from the past is really preserved, it is most likely to be on this floor." Kang Mucheng is not as good as Jian Jing in deciphering codes, but he reacts quickly and quickly associates it with Mrs. Qin's previous introduction. He boldly guesses and reasonably doubts, "I haven't encountered the cinema and toilet, I think it should be here."
Writer Xu immediately became excited: "Yes, the secret room must be built in a place where servants don't go very often, otherwise so many people come and go, what if they are discovered? The bedroom and study are the most secret."
He rubbed his hands, touched the exhibits one by one, twisted and shook them, and verified whether there was a mechanism.
Jian Jing felt that it was not that simple.
From the toilet password to the hidden key of the private cinema, there is a strong sense of puzzle solving. It might be possible to try your luck and find the mechanism, but finding the mechanism does not mean you can turn it on.
But she had no other ideas and followed along.
Half an hour later, the three of them gathered in front of an old-fashioned telephone.
Writer Xu explained proudly: "All the exhibits have their origins, but this phone can be used in any movie from the Republic of China, but it is not one of them - this is the real thing."
The phones in the movies are basically props, performing the era at that time, and they are also made very new. But only this old-fashioned phone has traces of time on its surface.
A real antique phone.
"Look, there's an English word here, YH." Writer Xu pointed to the inside of the microphone, "It's definitely the abbreviation of Yu Hui."
He was absolutely certain: "This is the agency." Jian
Jing: "Um..."
Kang Mucheng asked directly: "How do I open it?"
Writer Xu smiled awkwardly: "It's a phone. Maybe you need to dial a number. It can be opened when the number is right."
Number?
Jian Jing's heart moved, and he took a book that was casually placed on the display cabinet: "There are some newspaper clippings here, and a few numbers are written on the newspaper."
"The New York Times of the last century, oh, it's full of film reviews." As a filmmaker, Writer Xu can't help but have some occupational diseases, "Thanks to President Qin for collecting them, I'm afraid he put a lot of effort in it."
His hands were itchy and he wanted to read it carefully, but he controlled himself and focused on checking the number on the newspaper.
The clippings were a thick book, and every few pages you could find a string of handwritten numbers. The handwriting seemed to be from the same person, and the ink was neither new nor old. There were 7 groups in total, and some were scribbled over. They
were roughly as follows (# and ≡ represent scribbling):
01#022#3333#517141#35690
111121133114641
78680#987512
01123581321
689#014≡≡≡947824
#098≡≡≡1528#
≡≡≡68294The
air was deathly silent.
The numbers didn't look like numbers, and the number series didn't look like a number series. What the hell was this?
Editor-in-Chief Guo and General Manager Qin left the small storage room and entered the back kitchen passage. The short 10-meter corridor connected two doors, one leading to the kitchen and the other to the café.
The two of them were guilty and afraid of being caught in the affair, so they wanted to return to the café immediately.
Once they returned to the public place, they could say that they had an accident while drinking coffee, which is why they were trapped together.
However, the door to the café was locked, and no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find the key to open the door.
There was no light, no dinner, and a dark and closed environment. All these reasons added up, and their emotions were much more fragile than usual.
After an hour of fruitless work, President Qin could no longer keep his usual gentle mask and swore, "What the hell is going
on? Why hasn't the circuit been fixed yet? What time is it?" "I checked the weather forecast before I left, and it said there will be heavy to torrential rain tonight." No wonder they say women can withstand more than men. Editor-in-Chief Guo remained calm, "Maybe the maintenance team can't get here in time." President
Qin swore a few words, "Are we really going to stay here all night?"
"You and I have spent more nights together than this one." Editor-in-Chief Guo was extremely tired. He took a chair out of the storage room and sat on it, crossing his clean legs in a nice pose. "Take a break."
President Qin sneered in his heart. He could see that this woman was eager for their relationship to be exposed so that she could move from underground to the public.
Woman, woman!
But he didn't want her to get what she wanted. As for men, even if they keep saying they want a divorce, those who really want a divorce will not look for a mistress. Only those who don't want a divorce will look for a mistress.
Liu Baofeng has a lot of shortcomings, but she is a first-class architect. I wonder how many connections she has. How can Editor-in-Chief Guo compare to her? He just wanted to keep her hanging for fun. After all, a mature and charming woman came to his door, so he would be wasted if he didn't take advantage of her.
He would not do anything that would give people gossip.
Mr. Qin thought as he paced back and forth in the corridor. When he reached the middle, he suddenly saw an electric meter box on the side and opened the cover to take a closer look.
In addition to the power switch button, there was also a red button in the meter that said "Emergency Help".
He was overjoyed and pressed it without thinking.
The ceiling above his head suddenly opened and a dark cloud fell. He was startled and his cell phone flashed by. Under the circle of light, a fine wire mesh fell down and covered him tightly.
He instinctively pulled it open, but was shocked by the electric current on it and shook his hands violently: "Damn it!"
"What's wrong?" Editor-in-Chief Guo looked over in surprise.
"Help me get this thing off." He looked gloomy.
Editor Guo was about to get up when she smelled a pungent odor that made her tears stream down: "Ahem, ugh, how can you use tear gas... I'll help you later."
As she spoke, she quickly hid in the storage room and closed the door tightly.
"Bitch." President Qin was furious, but he couldn't break free for a while. He was firmly trapped by the wire mesh. The unpleasant gas kept drilling into his nose, and his nasal cavity and trachea were burning, as if he had bitten countless peppers. Unfortunately
, Baofeng didn't know what she was thinking. If you use gas here, who would come to the kitchen to steal things? Is it necessary to be so exaggerated? President Qin complained about his wife's design in his heart, and his head gradually became dizzy.
We can’t let anyone see Guo and I… This was the last thought in his mind.
Then, darkness came and he lost all consciousness.
Editor-in-Chief Guo glanced at her Cartier watch through the door. Only five minutes had passed.
Of course, she didn’t want anything to happen to President Qin. If something happened to him, all the energy and time she invested in him would be in vain. Her ambition to enter the upper class society through marriage would be completely defeated.
You know, men are very shrewd these days. At most, they will spend some money on hotels and meals. If they can give you a brand-name bag, it means they think highly of you. It’s not uncommon for them to fool people with fake goods.
However, she doesn’t really care about Hermès. She can buy a bag worth hundreds of thousands of yuan herself. What Guo Lin wants is just a stepping stone, a ticket to enter the upper class society.
This is something she couldn't do even though she worked so hard as an editor-in-chief. As an editor, an annual salary of one million is the limit, and there is no room for promotion. Unlike Kang Mucheng, being an editor-in-chief is just a formality, and he can still become the boss in the end.
It's time to go out and help. President Qin pretends to be generous and gentle in front of others, but he is actually very narrow-minded. If she goes
too late, he might hold a grudge against her. But for some reason, her brain ordered to open the door, but her hands were unable to move.
A very subtle, almost intuitive sense of crisis shrouded her heart.
Her body obeyed instinct rather than rational analysis, and she was unable to take action.
Editor-in-chief Guo was entangled and hesitated, and waited for about ten minutes before she put on a smile and carefully opened the door.
The smoke in the passage had not yet dissipated, and President Qin was lying under the meter box, motionless.
"Dear." Editor-in-Chief Guo held her breath and pretended to lean over and push him.
Still no response.
Did he faint? As her brain was thinking this, her fingers somehow reached under her nose to try.
No breath?
Editor-in-Chief Guo was terrified, she covered her mouth with her hand and fell to the ground.
After a few seconds, she seemed to realize something, staggered to her feet, rushed back to the storage room, closed the door tightly, and propped it up with her back.
Oh my God, he's dead.
He's dead!
51361, I'm going to kill you.
Who, who wants to kill him?
Editor-in-Chief Guo was so frightened that her legs could not stand and she fell softly to the ground.
On the third floor, Jian Jing, who knew nothing about the ground floor, was still studying numbers.
01#022#3333#517141#35690
111121133114641
78680#987512
01123581321
689#014≡≡≡947824
#098≡≡≡1528#
≡≡≡68294
What do these numbers mean?
"111 is Yang Hui's triangle." The college student who had just taken advanced math class still remembered it. He pointed to the fourth row of numbers and said, "This is a sequence. The sum of the first two numbers equals the next number."
"What about the rest?" Writer Xu was not good at math and was completely clueless.
"I can't figure it out." Jian Jing was also distressed. "It doesn't look like a number sequence, it doesn't have a pattern, and it's not the strokes of the nine-square grid just now..."
She went through the several password types that she was familiar with in her mind, and all of them were wrong.
Did she make a mistake? Was the clue wrong?
Jian Jing's confidence fell to the bottom. She took another poster album and looked through it. There were movie tickets from the past, and there were numbers and English words.
She tried to connect the dots.
The brain replied: %@￥……*#￥%
"Be quiet," Kang Mucheng's steady voice came from the confusion, "Is this Morse code?" Jian Jing
: "Where?"
Kang Mucheng held the notebook away: "Don't look at the numbers, look at the graffiti on it, are they dots and lines?" He was very sensitive to money, but not to numbers. He gave up after taking a look. He wanted to walk a few steps further. At some point, he looked back and the numbers in his sight were all blurred, which highlighted the graffiti on it.
Morse code was written in "White Cat Detective". When the heroine replied to the police, she typed the code of CAT. He was the editor-in-chief at the time and was very impressed. He was sure that "·-" and "-" were A and T.
Among these groups of graffiti, two groups matched.
"Ah!" Jian Jing was suddenly enlightened by what he said. She paid too much attention to numbers and ignored the rules beyond numbers. In fact, the two series were just a trick. "Yes, it's Morse code."
As a mystery novelist, even without a code card, she can memorize this set of classic codes.
She translated in real time:
····is H
·is E
·-is A
·-·is R
-is T.
Put them together and it's the word heart.
"If you turn English into numbers, it's 8511820." Jian Jing gave the answer, "Try this one."
She picked up the phone excitedly and dialed the number on the turntable.
Kang Mucheng and screenwriter Xu also came over.
Click, click, the old turntable made a slightly dry sound.