"Are there any other clues besides the butterfly bookmark?" Zhou Ziheng's voice passed from there, "There are only three known numbers that calculate the sequence. It is not necessarily correct."

That's right, around Xia Xiqing, she found a delicate and beautiful conch next to those books, and a few pictures were posted on the wall above the desk. One was a close-up of the photography of sunflowers, and the other was a famous painting "The Vitruvius" that Xia Xiqing was so familiar with.

These seemingly unrelated things attracted Xia Xiqing's attention. He stared at the wall intently, and suddenly heard Zhou Ziheng's voice.

"Why don't you talk? What are you doing?"

"A man's naked body painting," Xia Xiqing's eyes were still staring at the portrait on the wall, answering his question seriously, but Zhou Ziheng seemed to be choking and kept coughing. After a while, he stammered again, "Oh, me, there is also a picture on the wall here?"

Xia Xiqing was surprised, and he tried to describe to Zhou Ziheng, "A man with long curly hair stood with his legs together, his hands and feet were just on an external square, and his legs were spread out and his arms were just on an external circle. Is this painting?"

"right."

This is definitely not an occasional one, their rooms are similar.

"Is this painting meaningful?" Although Zhou Ziheng has been to this painting many times, he has not had much attainment in art, so he only asks experts in this field.

Xia Xiqing touched the tip of his chin, "It's too much significance. This painting is a sketch illustration drawn by Leonardo da Vinci for the "Ten Books of Architecture" by the ancient Roman architect Vitruvi. Vitruvi once praised the golden ratio in his book, which also inspired Leonardo da Vinci to draw this human body proportional sketch. The man inside is also considered synonymous with the perfect ratio..."

As he spoke, he felt that some important thought flashed over, and Xia Xiqing suddenly stopped, "Wait a minute."

He picked up the conch on the table, turned his head and took the close-up photo of the sunflower, the distribution and arrangement of the seed particles inside.

There is also this famous "Vitruvier".

Originally, like .

"I know that it is the golden section sequence." Xia Xiqing sat calmly back on the chair, "The conch spiral lines, arrangement of the sun seeds, and this painting are golden sections."

Now the fourth number calculated by Zhou Ziheng was also verified, "Is the golden section sequence the Fibonacci sequence right? I just found that 987 is exactly equal to 377 plus 610, so I guess if the last one will be 610 plus 987, which is equal to 1597, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"So other clues are just reminders." Xia Xiqing put down the conch, "Try entering the password."

Zhou Ziheng was ok, and Xia Xiqing sent a ticking tick from his four-digit password on the other end. Less than two seconds later, he heard a mechanical voice prompt "Password ok."

After a long time of struggle, I finally unlocked one. Although it was not my room. Xia Xiqing was waiting for the good news about the work, but Zhou Ziheng replied, "The password is correct, I can't open the drawer."

"Why..." Although Xia Xiqing knew that they were not in the same room, he had no password lock at all. When he heard Zhou Ziheng say that he couldn't open it, he subconsciously pulled the drawer on his side.

I didn't expect to really pull it away...

This is too weird, and Xia Xiqing's tone was full of disbelief, "It's so strange, after the password entered there is correct, my drawer was actually opened."

Who knew that the reversal was not only about .

Zhou Ziheng replied immediately, "Now my drawer is also open. Strange."

Hearing Zhou Ziheng muttering to himself, Xia Xiqing thought of him frowned and couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help laughing, "Maybe it's because he was too young just now."

"No, I really couldn't open it just now."

Maybe it's the program team's question, and they are all artificial props, and there are some flaws to understand.

"Don't worry, what's in it first."

Xia Xiqing, who looked down at the drawer, first came to a group photo. The photo shows a couple holding hands in front of the beach. The photo was carefully installed into a beautiful photo frame.

Based on this photo, the owner of the bedroom has friends.

Why is this kind of photo stuffed in the drawer? Xia Xiqing thought it was not reasonable, and he knew very well that he didn't think too much at this time, so he put the photo frame on the desktop and continued to flip through other things in the drawer.

"What did you find?" Zhou Ziheng asked on the other end.

Xia Xiqing replied casually to a photo frame, and after that, he saw a clue that seemed more effective, "I found a notebook, it seemed..." He flipped through it and found that it was written on it, and there were some short records, " notebook?"

"I also got a notebook, but there was no album." Zhou Ziheng continued to exchange the information he had, "There is also a greeting card with a sentence on it."

Just when Zhou Ziheng listed the clues he had obtained, Xia Xiqing had already taken the lead in opening the greeting card of the life and recited the above words out.

"The moment I met  was the beginning of the big explosion. Every particle left me and ran towards . Only after that smallest moment did the universe really come into being."

After reading it in one breath, Xia Xiqing suddenly reacted, which was about love words between couples. The atmosphere became a little awkward, and Xia Xiqing didn't know what to say, but she was like this, and she only blamed herself for being too quick and could not blame others.

"Well, then what, are all science students so good at flirting?" In order to relieve the embarrassment, Xia Xiqing added to this sentence.

The more you panic, the more likely you are to say the wrong thing. This sentence is really a famous saying. Xia Xiqing, who had just finished rebelling, immediately thought of the picture [Dingdar effect] that Zhou Ziheng took on the plane before.

Oh no, Zhou Ziheng must have misunderstood that he was teasing him, but he didn't even want to talk about the topic in this regard.

I originally thought Zhou Ziheng could not speak, but who knew that he would even answer.

"That's up to whom."

Zhou Ziheng's voice sounded not awkward at all, but was quite calm, which made Xia Xiqing unable to hold on to his face. It turned out that he was the only one who felt embarrassed from beginning to end. Xia Xiqing, who was alone, completely ignored Zhou Ziheng's implicit sound, and did not realize that he was the "who" that Zhou Ziheng said.

"Ah, the birth on this greeting card is October 23. I think this clue may be useful later." In order to preserve his dignity of "winning every battle" in front of this innocent little wolf dog, Xia Xiqing changed the topic very stiffly. Zhou Ziheng also found that his unselfishness and his frequency could never be adjusted with Xia Xiqing. He only felt that it was his words of private goods that made Xia Xiqing feel pressured. The change of the topic was a disguised polite rejection.

Both of them were in circles, but they were still confused.

While putting down the greeting card of the life, Xia Xiqing once again put his attention on the notebook before. This was a slightly old one. The edges of the notebook were worn out, and the corners of the edges were raised, and they were used for a long time. Thinking of this, Xia Xiqing opened the first page.

"I'll take a look at this notebook." Xia Xiqing explained to Zhou Ziheng through the radio, and then put all his attention on the notebook.

[The weather is sunny on November 11, 2014]

[I originally thought it was my most miserable day. The lonely young man with broken legs spent Singles' Day alone in the hospital ward. Unexpectedly, a new tenant in this double ward was still a super love child. She smiled and had a pair of rabbit teeth, like a little rabbit, and she loved it so much.]

It was this boy's memory... Xia Xiqing flipped it quickly and stopped when he reached a certain page.

"Tsk, it took more than six months to catch up..." He couldn't help but talk to himself as he wrote the page of the issue [May 20, 2015].

"Catch it?"

Xia Xiqing heard Zhou Ziheng's suspicion and heard the pages rumbling across the other end, thinking that he must have not yet reached the back, "It's too slow." After saying that, he flipped back sloppyly, and occasionally went to one of the pages. The note said that [She was hospitalized again, hoping that the operation would go smoothly and not ask questions again.]

This child is hospitalized repeatedly, so he must have a serious illness.

Suddenly he thought of the book on the desk just now.

"The disease his friend had should be... Left Heart Dysplasia Syndrome in the third book. This disease seems to be a congenital heart disease." Xia Xiqing looked through the previous book and tried to find some effective information from it.

"This radio is a gift from the child." Zhou Ziheng suddenly spoke, "Did you reach it?"

"I'm?" Xia Xiqing turned back and turned to the page that Zhou Ziheng said.

[The weather is sunny on May 20, 2016]

[She gave me an old antique and a radio today! She said that this radio was saved up a lot of money for her grandmother when she was young and proposed to her. When she was a child, she lay on the radio and listened to stories every day. Now I imagined the appearance of that little breast rabbit. Oh, it would be great if I really traveled through time. I want to go back. I would like to look like her when she was a child.]

"The original radio is a prop with a story." Xia Xiqing smiled, "This old antique won't have to witness their marriage, three generations of old ministers."

"No." Zhou Ziheng calmly rejected Xia Xiqing's joke, "Their relationship is a problem."

"……What?"

"Flip back and count down a few pages."

Xia Xiqing followed Zhou Ziheng's prompt to the last countdown.

[The weather is cloudy on May 13, 2019]

[Today, we had a fight with her, and I felt that we hadn't communicated well with each other for a long time. Why did we get to this point? I really don't understand. Will time make everything worse?]

As for this sentence, Xia Xiqing suddenly fell silent. This kind of stories of infatuated men's resentment emerged one after another every day. At the beginning, it was always good. Over time, friction, conflict, jealousy, and resentment. These negative emotions began to breed and began to grow wildly until they swallowed up all the feelings between the two. The faces that had never been tired of each other became disgusting.

So why start.

The most stable and harmless relationship in the world is that it has nothing to do.

This current love story made Xia Xiqing's mood reach a low point. He casually flipped the next few pages and used this method to cover up the turmoil in his heart until his fingers stayed on the last page.

[High rain in May 20, 2019]

[Why should I turn off the phone? Even if I get angry after being misunderstood, I shouldn't turn it off. If I don't turn it off, she won't be emotionally excited and faint. Emergency contact... This card is too ironic. The only time I used it, I actually cut off the contact. The person who should be me.]

"Baby..." Xia Xiqing didn't expect that this would end, "Suddenly caused by a heart attack."

"号..." Zhou Ziheng seemed to have something to say, and he paused and said after a while, "So he died without rescue?"

"Yeah." Xia Xiqing put the notebook back on the table. He had long passed the age of being moved by this love story. What he was thinking now was what the purpose of this notebook was. According to the arrangement of the script of the previous secret room, every prop in the room did not exist for no reason. Their role was roughly divided into two categories. One was the clues to introduce passwords. There were too many periods in the notebook. If there were no other clues to cooperate, it would be less likely to be released.

Another function is that it is related to the plot of the secret room, or to killer, which is even more unreasonable. So far, this story is a love story, and has no similarity to the suspense murder case in the previous issue.

So what kind of identity should the killer in this issue be?

Xia Xiqing, who was in a deep state, frowned, and there was nothing else in the drawer. He slowly closed his eyes and his eyes fell on the photo frame he had taken out before that he had been pressed upside down on the table.

Only then did he realize that there was a sentence written on the back of the photo frame.

[Return to the correct position.]

The correct location?

This coincides with Xia Xiqing's idea of ​​this photo frame at the beginning. Things like photo frames should have been placed on the table instead of in the drawer. If the information about the male protagonist and the owner quarrel was linked, it would be explained.

Xia Xiqing picked up this photo frame.

Where should it be placed?

"Is there really no photo frame over there? On the table? Or somewhere else." Xia Xiqing, who had no prompt information, had to confirm to Zhou Ziheng again. After all, there were so many similarities in their room, and maybe in his room, the photo frame had been fixed somewhere.

"No, I didn't find any photo frames." Zhou Ziheng's voice was very sure.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that in the upper right corner of the desktop, there was a palm-sized rectangular groove on the right side of the laptop. He lowered his head, and a somewhat bizarre idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Could it be...

He tried to place the photo frame in the groove in the upper right corner, and as he thought, the photo frame and the bracket were embedded in it exactly!

"I found the right position." Xia Xiqingshu breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that these grooves were useful, but fortunately, he felt something was wrong as soon as he entered.

At this moment, the desk lamp room automatically illuminates without any warning.

And this is not the weirdest thing. What he really thought was extremely terrifying was Zhou Ziheng's next sentence.

"The photo frame appears." Zhou Ziheng's voice was full of surprise, and he couldn't even believe it, "Do you know how it came out? Just like a mechanism, a part of the desktop is opened, and the photo frame is pushed up from inside, standing in the upper right corner of the desk."

“What did you say?”
Chapter completed!