The room was pitch black.
Song Yecheng thought that the mission would be carried out in such a pitch-black environment. Unexpectedly, he had just stood up and reached for the flashlight he had found in the drawer when he heard a soft "tick-tock" sound above his head. Then, faint lights lit up in the four corners of the roof.
Song Yecheng immediately understood - this was probably for the convenience of filming. The so-called "lights out" was not that thorough. It was more like an emergency mode when a commercial building had a power outage, allowing people to barely see the direction and outline of surrounding objects, but not clearly.
Song Yecheng didn't think much about it and took a flashlight with him in case of emergency. Then he put the map and the base pass in his pocket, walked to the door and opened it.
At this time, the corridor was also lit with a dim light that was better than nothing. There was no one in front or behind, and it was very quiet.
Song Yecheng closed the door quietly and walked into the corridor almost without making any sound.
In the past twenty minutes, he had memorized the route to the archives room, so he didn't need to look at the map at this moment. He walked straight through the corridor towards the stairs.
The process of going from the second floor to the third floor was very smooth, and there were no obstacles in the process. However, when I went around the corner of the third floor and continued to go up, an electronic glass door with a card reader appeared at the entrance of the stairs on the fourth floor.
Song Yecheng knew that this was where the pass card would come in handy. He took out the card and swiped it across the card reader from top to bottom. Sure enough, the glass door quickly and silently opened to both sides.
According to the map, the archive room should be on the left side of the fourth floor, but after entering the hall, Song Yecheng did not rush to the left, but turned to look to the right.
At the end of the corridor on the right is the central control room, which is tightly blocked by a huge metal door shaped like a bank vault. There is no card reader or anything like that on it, and it does not look like an area that can be opened with a pass card.
Song Yecheng had an idea in mind, so he stopped staying and walked towards the archive room on the left.
The access control used in the archive room is similar to that at the stairwell, both of which are transparent electronic glass doors. From outside the door, you can even vaguely see the outlines of several rows of filing cabinets nearby.
Song Yecheng followed suit, swiping the pass card to open the door. After entering the archive room, he took out a flashlight to increase the light source and looked at the labels on the cabinets.
The archives here seem to be classified by year. The first row at the door has the farthest years, and the years are closer as you go deeper. The archives of each year occupy three or four shelves, and in these three or four shelves, all the file boxes are arranged in alphabetical order according to the first letter of the surname.
Song Yecheng took a quick look around and soon found the filing cabinets belonging to last year in a corner deep against the wall. He was about to search for the last name "S" according to the letters on the horizontal board when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright light flashing in the aisle in front of him.
It was the beam of a flashlight, coming from outside the glass door.
Someone is coming.
Song Yecheng immediately turned off his flashlight, stepped aside and hid behind the last row of cabinets. He then reached out and pulled the camera over with him, and then looked towards the door through the gap in the file rack.
The flashlight beam swung closer, accompanied by the sound of several pairs of footsteps and a woman's voice: "The archives room... is right over here. This door also accepts a card. Let me give it a try..."
That was Tang Yao's voice.
As the glass door slowly opened, her voice became clearer. "Okay, I'm in. Wow, it's so dark in here. What I'm looking for is... Oh, the shelves here are arranged by year. Let me study them first..."
Listening to her babble, Song Yecheng inexplicably felt like laughing. Although he knew that Tang Yao was talking to the camera and interacting with the audience, it really sounded like she was mumbling to herself.
"This one is from... the year before last," Tang Yao said, shining a flashlight on the shelves as she walked. "This one is from the year before last... The one from last year should be still behind..."
As she searched, she got closer and closer to the last row of cabinets, and was about to meet Song Yecheng.
Song Yecheng hesitated for a moment, and before he could decide whether to continue hiding around the cabinet or just walk out, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a flashlight flashing in the direction of the door again.
Someone else is coming?
Tang Yao did not see the beam of light over there, but she keenly heard the footsteps, and her subconscious reaction was to shine the flashlight in the direction of the sound.
As soon as she finished taking the photo, she immediately realized that something was wrong. She quickly turned off the flashlight, took a few quick steps and hid behind the nearest cabinet.
However, it was too late to do so. He only heard footsteps approaching the door quickly. A few seconds later, when the door opened, the other party immediately raised his voice and asked, "Who's in there——?"
It’s Ling An.
Tang Yao didn't say anything and stood there stubbornly without moving.
Ling An quickly said with a smile: "Don't hide - I just saw your flashlight, brother?"
Hearing this, Tang Yao suddenly realized that there was no need to hide any longer. She smiled resignedly and walked out from behind the cabinet: "What are you doing here?"
"It's you?" Ling An looked a little surprised. "I thought it was Song Yecheng."
"Why?" Tang Yao was puzzled.
Ling An smiled slyly and whispered like a thief, "Because when I passed by his room just now, I leaned over the door and listened for a long time, but there was no sound from inside."
Tang Yao: “…”
Song Yecheng behind the cabinet: "..."
"Maybe he is asleep?" Tang Yao said after choking for a long time.
Ling An raised his eyebrows, a look of complete disbelief on his face: "How is that possible? He looks like someone who is really good at playing games, right? He must have found some clues."
Song Yecheng had no idea how he figured that out, but the experience of hiding in the dark and listening to others discuss themselves was truly novel, and he barely managed to hold back his laughter.
However, at this moment, a nasal "hum" sound suddenly came from the side - the person filming actually laughed.
"who--?!"
Ling An and Tang Yao turned their heads to look at the same time. The next second, two flashlight beams shone directly on Song Yecheng's face through the gaps in the bookshelf, causing him to squint and raise his hands.
"Oh my god, you are really here?" Tang Yao exclaimed in amusement and surprise.
"I told you so," Ling An said with a look of satisfaction, as if he had guessed it right. "He must have arrived earlier than you."
Song Yecheng walked out from behind the counter helplessly, giving the cameraman a teasing look that said, "You betrayed me," and then asked frankly, "Why are you here?"
Although all three of them appeared in the archives, it does not necessarily mean that their purposes are the same.
"Why are you here?" Ling An immediately asked shrewdly, and Tang Yao stared at him with a half-smile.
Seeing that no one was willing to give in, Song Yecheng simply spread his hands and suggested, "How about this, we each do our own things and don't interfere with each other?"
Ling An and Tang Yao were stunned for a moment, then both nodded quickly:
"OK."
"Can."
After reaching an agreement, the three of them immediately went their separate ways, but soon they all gathered in front of the last row of filing cabinets from last year.
Seeing this, the three of them looked at each other tacitly, knowing that what they were looking for was probably the same - their own files from last year.
In this case, Song Yecheng no longer hesitated and took the lead in reaching out and pulling out the file box with his name on it from the row marked "S". Ling An and Tang Yao followed closely behind him, both finding their own files according to the letters. Then they turned around and walked a few steps, keeping a distance from each other, retaining the last bit of privacy.
The file box is an old-fashioned cardboard box with the volunteer's name and the start and end dates of the experiment written on it. There are horn-shaped buckles on the side of the box that tightly connect the top cover to the side.
As soon as he got the box, Song Yecheng was a little surprised, because the box felt really heavy. If it was full of papers, there would be at least dozens or hundreds of sheets.
How long is this record?
Thinking of this, he curiously opened the horn button, lifted the lid, and shone the flashlight inside.
The next second, he suddenly froze in place—
White paper?
Song Yecheng reached out and flipped through it, and found that there were indeed a lot of papers inside, almost filling the entire box, but without exception, they were all blank white papers with no words on them, as if he had opened a brand new A4 paper package.
His first reaction was to think of the settings that often appear in movies and TV shows, where fire or chemical reagents are needed to reveal the text. But not to mention that there are no tools nearby, even if there were, it would probably not be easy to sift through so many pieces of paper one by one.
Thinking of this, Song Yecheng couldn't help but turn his head to look at the two people behind him.
Although Ling An and Tang Yao were not standing together, both of them had the same expression of surprise and astonishment on their faces. Tang Yao even squatted down, put the box on the ground, and began to carefully look through the pages one by one.
After a moment, she finally raised her head as if giving up: "...Is there anything written on your paper?"
Hearing this, Song Yecheng and Ling An immediately realized their current situation - the three of them were actually in the same situation, and they all received file boxes full of white papers.
Song Yecheng exchanged a glance with the two of them, and then expressed his previous guess: "Maybe it is necessary to use——"
——Bang!
Before he finished speaking, more than ten fluorescent lights above his head suddenly lit up at once. The sudden bright white light almost blinded the three of them.
Immediately afterwards, the glass door of the archive room opened with an electronic prompt sound of "beep". Jiang Que, He Jingsheng and Lin Yan, like professional forensic doctors in an elite professional movie, stood in a triangle and strode into the archive room with an aura that came with its own BGM, and walked straight in front of Song Yecheng and the other two.
The scene suddenly became very strange.
Jiang Que, the leader, took out his communicator and glanced at it. He then looked down at the three of them, "It's half past ten. You should be sleeping in the dormitory by now. What are you doing in the archives?"
Ling An and the other two were inexplicably choked by the question. Tang Yao subconsciously looked up at Song Yecheng and Ling An, as if she wanted to see what they were going to say.
In this situation, Song Yecheng actually had the mind to sigh - it was a waste for Jiang Que not to act. This aura and attitude even frightened him and made him feel guilty as if he had been caught doing something bad.
The file boxes opened in the hands of the three people at this time were simply ironclad evidence, so they couldn't even make up stories. In this case, Song Yecheng simply stopped hiding it and told the truth: "We want to see our own files from last year."
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Ling An came back to his senses and asked in surprise: "How did you know we were here?"
Lin Yan, who was standing next to Jiang Que, smiled slightly, raised his hand and gently pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, then lowered his hand, took out the communicator from his pocket, and showed it to them.
Song Yecheng and the other two took a closer look and discovered that the experimental instructor's communicator was completely different from their volunteers' - not only did the body look much more high-end, but there was also a high-definition display screen on the front, which displayed an electronic floor plan of the base. At the location of the archive room in the picture, there was a flashing red dot with the name "Ling An" marked on it.
——That’s an electronic positioning device.
Needless to say, the locator must be hidden in the communicators carried by the volunteers.
"Oh my god," Ling An asked in surprise, "Are you monitoring us?"
"Yes, supervision," Lin Yan retracted the communicator, his tone polite and confident. "When Dr. Jin introduced us, he said that our responsibility is to 'guide' and 'supervise' your experimental process. This of course also includes keeping abreast of your activities at the base to prevent you from doing anything that contradicts the experimental objectives."
Ling An was speechless and couldn't refute for a moment.
"So what are you going to do?"
Song Yecheng was calm and composed. He walked forward a few steps and stood in front of Jiang Que. He lowered his head slightly and smiled at him. "I didn't sleep in my room obediently. Are you going to take me back?"
This flirtatious move that looked like flirting startled everyone around. Tang Yao, who was squatting on the ground, couldn't help but hold back her laughter and lowered her head. All the filming personnel who were outsiders immediately had golden eyes and showed an expression of watching a good show.
Jiang Que hadn't expected such an impromptu reaction, and his ears couldn't help but heat up slightly. However, thinking of his "lab instructor" persona, he raised his eyes and looked back, still trying to maintain the aura of questioning from before: "No, but I want to know why - why do you want to see your own file from last year?"
Song Yecheng pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then said as a matter of course: "Because I'm curious. If you lost a memory, you would be curious too, right?"
This answer clearly fits the plot and character settings, but it also seems to touch upon certain realities through the plot, so much so that Jiang Que couldn't help but be dazed for a moment, and then returned to the present moment: "But you should know that since you chose to forget it, it means that it wasn't a beautiful memory worth remembering. Now that you've forgotten it, is there any need to try to retrieve it again?"
This statement is actually very convincing, just like what Song Yecheng said in the email he received from himself - I know you will be curious, but believe me, you will never want to think about that past again.
However, the more Song Yecheng immersed himself in the role, the more he understood the thirst for knowledge. In other words, he himself did not actually agree with the character's choice last year - to escape the past by forgetting, which he believed was self-deception.
"There's nothing I can do," Song Yecheng raised his eyebrows willfully, "If something is destined to make me regret, then instead of regretting not doing it, it's better to regret it after doing it."
It was obvious that the two of them had never spoken to each other before, and there was not even any such thing as "lines". However, between their questions and answers, everyone around them inexplicably felt a sense of profound and unfathomable exchange.
Hearing this answer, Jiang Que stared at him quietly for a few seconds. Finally, as if giving up his persistence in persuading him, he turned to look at Ling An and Tang Yao: "Do you all think so too?"
Ling An and Tang Yao were still watching the show, but when their names were suddenly called, they suddenly realized that they were also involved in the game. They hurriedly nodded in agreement with Song Yecheng's words: "Yes."
Jiang Que nodded, as if he had reached a conclusion, and turned to He Jingsheng and made a "please in" gesture.
This action looked like an order to arrest, so much so that Song Yecheng and the other two all thought to themselves: What? Is he going to use a big move?
However, after receiving the order, He Jingsheng didn't make any move to move forward. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets, smiled slightly at the suspicious looks of the three people, and said as if he had expected it, "You are not the first group to want to regain your memories during the second stage. The base has already prepared for this."
He paused, then continued, "When you participated in the first phase, you all signed an agreement. According to the agreement, if you choose to abandon the experiment midway, we will initiate a 'revocation process' for you. After the process is completed, you can reclaim your files and recover your forgotten memories."
This was a development that Song Yecheng and his companions had not expected, but although it was unexpected, it seemed reasonable.
Ling An quickly asked, "How do I start the revocation process?"
He Jingsheng said, "You have a final moment tonight to consider. Tomorrow morning, before the official start of the second phase of the experiment, if you still maintain your current decision, we will no longer guide you through the second phase. Instead, you will enter the initial verification phase of the 'revocation procedure.'"
"Startup verification?" Tang Yao asked doubtfully, "What is startup verification?"
He Jingsheng spread his hands, pretending to have nothing to say for the time being. "Then I'll have to wait until you're sure to give up the experiment tomorrow before I can tell you. Before you make a final decision, the base won't reveal any information about the 'retraction procedure' to you."
This means that no matter what, he will not be able to get the file until at least tomorrow, Song Yecheng understood.
"Can we go back to sleep now?" Jiang Que looked at the three of them as if to summarize.
Although the three of them did not get the files this time, they at least learned how to get them back, which means they achieved their desired goal. So they did not ask for more and each of them put the file boxes in their hands back in their original places.
"Pass." Jiang Que extended his hand towards them.
Song Yecheng and the other two were like primary school students who were forced to hand in homework. They took out the pass cards they found in the room one by one and handed them to Jiang Que, and then followed them downstairs.
Back at the dormitory area on the second floor, the three instructors did not rush to their own side of the dormitory. Instead, they accompanied their volunteers to the rooms as if they were carrying out an escort mission.
As they approached the door, Song Yecheng looked around to make sure the other two groups were far enough away. Then he gently nudged Jiang Que's elbow and asked, "Have you read my file?"
Hearing this, Jiang Que hesitated for a moment and said truthfully, "I can't say."
This was obviously some kind of reminder or constraint he received when he became an instructor, just like the sentence "You can conceal but you cannot lie" that the volunteers received.
So, Song Yecheng changed his mind and asked again: "Then do you think I should get it back?"
Jiang Que turned his head and stared at him for a moment, then retracted his gaze and continued to play the role of instructor, saying, "Actually, what I think is not important. What matters is whether you are prepared to face the bad memories."
This statement was actually somewhat irrelevant to the question, but Song Yecheng seemed to be convinced and nodded in agreement.
Arriving at the dormitory door, Song Yecheng took out his communicator and swiped the door open. Just as he was about to turn around and say goodbye, he saw Jiang Que with his back to the camera. From an angle that the camera couldn't capture, he gave him a faint smile that jumped out of the plot: "Good night."
Song Yecheng smiled knowingly, "Good night."
After entering the room and closing the door, the director and cameraman stayed in the room for a while, filming some clips of him returning to the room. Then, under the director's prompt in the headphones, it was announced that today's recording was successfully completed and filming would continue tomorrow morning.
After the two closed the door and left, Song Yecheng breathed a sigh of relief, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and when he returned to bed it was almost twelve o'clock.
After touching the pillow, he did not fall asleep immediately. He recalled everything that happened tonight and felt a little emotional.
Frankly speaking, he had originally taken on this variety show simply to have more opportunities to spend time with Jiang Que, and other than that he didn't expect to get much fun from the variety show itself. But after arriving at the "base" today, just this one night's plot had left him feeling a little unsatisfied. Not only was his curiosity piqued by the suspense of amnesia, he was even looking forward to tomorrow's unknown developments.
With this expectation, he gently closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep in a moment.
The next morning.
After getting up and washing up, everyone gathered in the lobby on the first floor, sat around the long solid wood table, and ate the breakfast arranged for them by the base.
There was an LED screen hanging on the wall of the hall, similar to the one in the small room last night.
Song Yecheng and his companions hadn't noticed it yesterday. When they saw it today, they thought there might be some clues on it. However, after studying it for a long time, they found that the screen was only playing some meaningless screen savers and sponsor advertisements, which seemed to be simply implanted. So they stopped studying it and returned to their tables to sit down.
After everyone arrived, thinking about how Duan Jingming and Jin Fuhan hadn't shown up the entire night, Ling An couldn't help but ask curiously, "Teacher Duan, where did you go last night?"
Duan Jingming drank the lotus seed and eight-treasure soup as soon as he sat down at the table. He looked up with a puzzled "Huh?" and said, "I didn't go anywhere. I was just sleeping in my room."
Seeing that Song Yecheng and the others had rather subtle expressions, he seemed to realize something: "What's wrong? Did I miss something? Where did you go last night?"
Tang Yao was a little amused: "Aren't you curious at all about what you forgot last year?"
Duan Jingming said frankly: "I'm curious."
But he quickly smiled nonchalantly and changed the subject, "But the most important thing in life is to be happy. I forgot about it last year, so it must have made me unhappy. So why bother thinking about it? It's like if you know a haunted house is haunted, then don't go. Why do you insist on encountering ghosts?"
His inaccurate accent sounded quite humorous, but what he said made sense, so much so that Tang Yao and the others were speechless for a moment.
That's right, thinking back, the actions of the three of them last night were really just like the cannon fodder in a horror movie who knew that the old house was haunted but still insisted on going in to explore - in short, they were asking for trouble.
Thinking of this, Song Yecheng couldn't help but sneer, but after laughing, he had to admire the program crew for being so playful - Duan Jingming didn't look for clues after returning to his room, and the program crew really didn't give him any hints, letting him miss the task and sleep until early in the morning.
However, these were not issues that the guests should worry about. Song Yecheng glanced at Jiang Que opposite him and saw that he was eating a soft cake with his head down, so he reached out and served a bowl of red date and barley porridge to him. When he looked up at him, he secretly winked at him with his right eye with a smile.
They had clearly already made everything public, but with the cameras surrounding them, Song Yecheng's little gestures looked just like those of a young couple in their school days, exchanging glances under the teacher's nose in class. Jiang Que couldn't help but feel sweet and amused, pursing his lips and lowering his head slightly.
At this moment, Dr. Jin, who had disappeared all night, walked up from the distant stairs and came to the front of the dining table.
"Good morning, everyone."
He greeted everyone with his usual polite smile, then turned to the volunteers. "I heard from the report last night that Mr. Song, Mr. Ling, and Ms. Tang all expressed their desire to abandon the experiment and regain their memories, is that correct?"
Hearing this, Duan Jingming seemed to finally understand what they had done last night. He turned around and looked at them in surprise. Song Yecheng and the other two met Dr. Jin's questioning gaze and nodded in unison: "Yes."
"Then I need to confirm," Dr. King continued, "after a night of consideration, your intentions remain unchanged, correct?"
The three of them looked at each other and nodded again.
"Alright," Dr. Jin nodded. "After breakfast, Mr. Duan will proceed with the second phase of the experiment. The three of you will need to sign a consent form to abandon the experiment. After that, we can begin the verification process for the 'revocation procedure'. I hope you all succeed and get the results you desire."
It was only then that the three of them finally understood something from the words "verification successful." Song Yecheng immediately asked, "Is it possible that verification failed?"
This time, Dr. Jin did not give a direct answer. Instead, he smiled meaningfully and said, "Everything is possible."
For some reason, this sentence coupled with his smile actually sounded a bit creepy, as if it meant "digging a hole for you to jump into."
Ling An couldn't help but frown, turned his head with curiosity and confusion, and exchanged glances with Tang Yao and Song Yecheng respectively.
After breakfast, Dr. King led them to the third floor.
The third floor is divided into three areas:
The circular area in the middle of the hall is the office area, surrounded by a circle of glass walls that extend from the ceiling to the floor, with an induction door on each of the four directions of the wall.
The rest of the area outside the glass wall is divided into two experimental areas, A and B, which are entered from the left and right entrances respectively.
Since they came for different purposes, Duan Jingming quickly went to the entrance of Experimental Area A on the left side of the hall under the guidance of Jin Fuhan, while Song Yecheng and the other two signed the "consent form" mentioned by Dr. Jin in the office area. Then, they were led by Dr. Jin to the right side - the entrance of Experimental Area B together with their respective instructors.
The passage is very long, with a heavy metal door every few steps. The doors are marked with consecutive house numbers, making them look like confidential places that are off-limits to outsiders.
When they reached the largest door at the end of the corridor, Dr. Jin stopped, pulled out his base general affairs card from his pocket, and personally opened the door for them. He then stepped aside to make way and extended his hand toward the door. "I wish you a successful verification."
After saying this, he turned around and left the door gracefully, like an NPC who had completed his mission of leading the way.
Inside this door is a large circular room——
Spider-web-like light tubes radiate from the ceiling, the floor is covered with dark red carpet, and hundreds of metal drawers with electronic combination locks are neatly arranged on the surrounding curved walls. In the open space in the middle is a huge hollow pentagonal conference table with each side two or three meters long.
"This is the encrypted archive safe."
As soon as he stepped through the door, Lin Yan raised his hand and gestured to the metal drawers around him: "The safe contains the files of volunteers whose experiments are still ongoing. After the experiment is completely completed, if the volunteers request it, the corresponding files will be destroyed. If the volunteers do not request it, the files will be converted from encrypted to ordinary files and moved to the archive room upstairs."
After hearing this, Song Yecheng and the other two finally understood why there was only white paper in the file box upstairs - because their experiment had not yet ended and the file was still encrypted.
"The numbers on these safes correspond to your volunteer codes," Jiang Que continued, taking over the conversation. "The doors are equipped with six-digit combination locks. Simply enter the combination and you can open the safes and retrieve your files."
Tang Yao immediately asked, "How do I get the password?"
He Jingsheng suddenly smiled meaningfully, as if experiencing some moment of glory, and said with great interest, "These codes were not set by the base. You set them up by yourselves. So—you can only figure it out on your own. You can't ask anyone for help."
When these words came out, Song Yecheng and the other two were all stunned.
Set it up yourself?
But soon, they suddenly realized in their hearts - of course the password could not have been set by them, but judging by the current situation, this was probably the task of designing the level assigned to the four behind-the-scenes people in the live broadcast two days ago.
Thinking of this, they immediately became curious about this level, and Jiang Que and the other two did not delay and quickly led them to the starting point of the safe on the right.
"The password here is six digits," Jiang Que pointed to the combination locks on the nearest drawers. "It must be numbers, letters, or a combination of numbers and letters. It doesn't include any symbols and is not case sensitive."
Song Yecheng looked carefully and soon found that in addition to the combination lock on each drawer, there was also a square picture on the left side, and the pictures on all the drawers were different.
"What do these pictures mean?" he asked.
"This is the password hint the volunteer left when they set their password," Jiang Que explained. "It's like a security question, to prevent people from forgetting their original password if they lose their memory."
There are hints.
Song Yecheng and the other two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time - at least they didn't have to guess blindly in the dark, which was not bad.
"One more thing," Jiang Que announced the final rule. "Since you set the password in this room, everything here could be your auxiliary tool. If you still can't figure out the password after seeing the hint image, you can try looking for clues around you."
Hearing this, the three of them couldn't help but turn their heads and observe -
There wasn't much in this room.
Apart from the safes surrounding the walls, there is only a pentagonal circular conference table in the middle, with a circle of chairs around it, and some books, papers, study tools and other things neatly placed on the table.
However, the three of them hadn't even seen their own safes at this point, so naturally they didn't know what would work. So after listening to the rules, they decisively stopped standing there and immediately moved forward to search for the one that belonged to them among the many safes.
Following the circular path, the three of them checked the codes on the safes from top to bottom. It didn't take long for Ling An and Tang Yao to find their own safes.
"Oh, here's mine!"
"I found it too."
However, Song Yecheng had not seen his own code yet, so he had to pass them and continue forward, scanning all the numbers step by step.
It was not until he reached the other side opposite the gate, the top of the entire circle, that he finally saw the familiar string of numbers among countless numbers.
Song Yecheng walked to the drawer and stopped.
All the drawers looked similar, and the one in front of him was no exception. However, when his eyes swept to the left side of the combination lock and saw the combination hint image clearly, he couldn't help but be slightly startled -
There is one and only one thing in that picture.
It was a light yellow kitten.
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