When he knelt on one knee to help Xia Xiqing untie the rope on his legs, Zhou Ziheng himself didn't know what was going on, why he was bewitched by this person, and why he didn't stand firmly in agreeing to his request.

All of this is illogical.

Maybe it was because he was recording the show, and he asked him for a request, so it would be bad if he refused again. Zhou Ziheng found a way out for himself.

"Thank you." Xia Xiqing's tail sounded very pleasant, although his hands were still handcuffed. He stood up from the chair, put his toes on the floor and moved his ankles, and turned his head to observe the room. Zhou Ziheng took off all the white cloth covered in the room and placed it in a corner.

This room is not too big, but judging from the furnishings, it is a study room with a pretty good style. The door they care about most has a password lock. You can open the door by entering the correct four-digit password through the touch screen.

In the room, light brown wallpaper with dark patterns covered the four walls, with several paintings hanging on it, and an oval mirror with wooden frames. On the right side of the mirror is a mahogany cabinet against the wall, with a phonograph on it and a vinyl record on it.

These are not Xia Xiqing's focus. He carefully looked for the camera distribution in this room. After all, it was a reality show, and all the puzzles were arranged, so there would definitely be a close-up of the decryption process with a camera there.

After counting the camera roughly, Xia Xiqing also knew a lot. His occupational illness made him look at the paintings hanging on the wall, and Zhou Ziheng also followed him, but he wanted to check if there were any clues behind the paintings.

"What do you think of this painting?"

Hearing Xia Xiqing's voice, Zhou Ziheng paused with the hand holding the picture frame. Art has never been his specialty. Although he has been acting since he was a child, there is still a big gap between the expression of painting art and performing arts.

"I don't know much about this." Zhou Ziheng still said the truth.

Xia Xiqing smiled, "This is Goya's painting, "Maha in Clothing". This painting actually has a very interesting story."

Zhou Ziheng put the painting back and looked at him. He was actually not interested in the story that Xia Xiqing said, but he remembered that it was in the recording. It seemed that it was not good not to speak, so he had to agree reluctantly: "What story."

"Spain in the 18th century was shrouded in asceticism due to historical reasons. No naked body images are allowed in the artworks of the entire country. The only painting "Venus in the Mirror" is protected from punishment under the protection of the king." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand, which was still handcuffed, and slowly touched the edge of the picture frame. Zhou Ziheng looked at the woman lying on the dark green velvet on the painting in confusion. She was wearing a hazy white gauze dress, and the rose-colored wide belt around her waist outlined her soft waist.

"She's wearing it..."

Xia Xiqing paused, glanced at Zhou Ziheng, and her beautiful eyes raised slightly, "She was not wearing anything. Legend has it that this woman was a noble concubine in Spain. Goya was ordered to paint a full body portrait for her," as she said, Xia Xiqing suddenly chuckled, "Who knew that he was completely fascinated by the beauty and drew a naked portrait. After the incident was exposed, the nobleman was very angry. In order to calm his anger, Goya painted another identical "Maha in Clothing", and both paintings were taken away in the end."

Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, looked at the woman in the painting without saying a word.

Xia Xiqing put down his handcuffed hands and looked at Zhou Ziheng with a side face.

"Are you imagining another one?"

After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng frowned and looked at him, like a little tiger with hair standing up all over his body, "I don't."

Xia Xiqing nodded with a smile and replied in a gentle tone, "Just kidding."

Not a joke at all.

Looking at the false smile on his face, Zhou Ziheng became even more unhappy.

This guy is really, without shame.

Zhou Ziheng left without any nostalgia and walked straight to the long table before, checking the clues on the table. Xia Xiqing was still standing there, and he stared blankly at the paintings on the wall.

Why did this one be displayed?

After standing for about a few minutes, Xia Xiqing turned around and found that Zhou Ziheng was standing by the long desk he was leaning against at the time, looking at the table with concentration. He also walked over. There was a thick book and a torn note on the table.

"It's so broken, the prop set is so attentive." Xia Xiqing teased in a gentle tone as he looked at the snowflake-like fragments.

Zhou Ziheng flipped through the book silently, and a bookmark came out with a line of words on it.

[Whatever I touch is broken. - Kafka]

Xia Xiqing came over and said, "Selected Poems of Kafka."

Feeling Xia Xiqing approaching him, Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable, so he put the book aside, picked up one of the small pieces and looked at it, flicked his eyebrows and thought for a while, then said nothing, and began to work one by one. Xia Xiqing didn't like to do such piecemeal work. He walked to the phonograph, gently brushed his fingers across the phonograph's tonearm, and gently placed the needle on the record.

The unique ethereal inspiration of vinyl records quickly penetrated into this dull confined space with the rapid rhythm of notes. Xia Xiqing leaned against the cabinet and looked at the same dull young man.

"Have you heard this song?"

Zhou Ziheng did not look up and looked at the desktop intently, "I'm not very good at music."

He has no interest in art and has no good impression of art-making liberals.

Xia Xiqing smiled. Although his hands were handcuffed, he stood in front of the mahogany cabinet like a professional music connoisseur and admired it for a while before he slowly spoke. "This is the first song of Ravel's piano suite "Mirror", which was inspired by the moths that swelled fire in the dark." He turned his head, looked at the slowly rotating record, and chuckled, "Although music critics all think that this tiny halftone looks like a flapping butterfly wing, I sound like a mirror that is broken all over the ground."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. He seemed not to have said so much on the show, but Zhou Ziheng, who had been devoted to the fragments before, suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Xiqing.

Perhaps he thought that his metaphor was quite appropriate. Zhou Ziheng, who was originally focused, was also distracted by the flowing music and tried to appreciate the song. It was not until the broken sticky note was accurately restored that he straightened up.

"Have you finished it? You're so awesome."

Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. The sticky notes were covered with broken letters, with many fragments and broken pieces, which made him, who was not patient, feel a headache when he read them. As he said that, he walked to the desk, and Zhou Ziheng was using transparent tape on the table to paste the pieces into a complete piece of paper.

He glanced at it and the letters on the note were all displayed and restored, but they were a disordered letter.

pgoeudeaenhnrd

It was obviously a password. Xia Xiqing frowned slightly. He was curious now why Zhou Ziheng put together these pieces so quickly.

"The movement is so fast, how did you fight?"

Zhou Ziheng turned the paper over and wrote a complete sentence on the back, which was very beautiful handwritten.

[See you at the sophia restaurant at 10 o'clock tonight.]

“The information on the back is much easier to restore than the information on the front.”

Xia Xi nodded. Even if he saw that there was a complete sentence behind him, it would take some time to distinguish the positive and negative sides.

Wait, front and back.

Xia Xiqing reached out and picked up the note and touched it. Sure enough, the paper was specially processed and looked no different, but the feel was different. The front was a very smooth touch, and the back was much rougher.

"You are really careful." Xia Xiqing put the paper back on the table with handcuffed hands, and smiled at Zhou Ziheng with a side face, "It's worthy of being Ziheng."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe it if he admired so much. He responded slightly stiffly, "This kind of special paper is very common in the secret room. If you are not distracted by music, you will find it."

"There is no way, art is life." Xia Xiqing's hand was a little sore. He moved his shoulders and lowered his head to look at the paper. Somehow, the originally ethereal and clear music in the phonograph suddenly became unsmooth, and there was a strange lag, which was unpleasant.

"Your 'art' looks a bit old." Zhou Ziheng rarely used a sarcastic tone. The stuttering music made his mind unable to concentrate, so he was ready to walk over and turn off the music.

At this time, Xia Xiqing stood there motionless, his eyes staring at nowhere, as if he was staring in a daze.

"Wait a minute." Just as Zhou Ziheng put his hand on his tonearm, Xia Xiqing called and stopped, "Don't turn it off for now."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him with some dissatisfaction and found that Xia Xiqing had found a pen on the table and remembered something on the previous piece of paper.

Did he find something? Zhou Ziheng slowly withdrew his hand and began to listen to this strange discontinuous song carefully.

The stuttering in the music sounds almost non-standard at first, and sometimes there will be a short stuttering, and sometimes it will last longer. But if you listen carefully, you will find that at the end of every two bars, the stuttering will stop for a few seconds, and then appear again, and the time for stuttering will be the same.

Like some kind of cycle...

Zhou Ziheng quickly realized that the beginning of each cycle was to repeat the password again.

Long-term lag-short lag-short lag-short lag-short lag-short lag-short lag-short lag-music

Short-term lag - long-term lag - short-term lag - music

Short card - music

Short-Long-Music

Long-short-long-music

...

The length and short transition are Moss codes.

He stood in front of the phonograph and listened to a few subtle points. Xia Xiqing, who was leaning over at the desk just now, had already straightened up, looked at the draft he had just calculated and then, and finally walked to Zhou Ziheng's side.

"Is it solved?" He was a little surprised. After all, according to his understanding, Xia Xiqing's major in art, so how could he solve the Moss code so quickly?

Xia Xiqing nodded, his brows frowned slightly, walked to the mirror he had seen before, stared carefully for a while, and then said to Zhou Ziheng: "You stand a little further first."

Zhou Ziheng was puzzled, but he still stood a little bit away. He saw Xia Xiqing take away his tonearm and the music stopped abruptly. He was about to ask Xia Xiqing what information he got after decoding, but he was one step late. Xia Xiqing took a step back with his right foot, clasped his hands and placed his fists on his chest, and raised his legs and kicked his legs in an extremely skillful posture and movement.

With a bang, the oval mirror suddenly shattered. He took his legs back lightly, and fragments reflecting light fell on the wooden cabinet and the floor, making a cracking sound. The moment he fell, the original appearance of the carved mirror frame finally appeared.

A silver key is pasted in the gray chassis of the frame.

"Please help me untie this." Xia Xiqing turned his head and looked at Zhou Ziheng, stretching out his two bound hands at him.

To be honest, Xia Xiqing's intelligence was beyond Zhou Ziheng's imagination.

After thinking for this second, he even considered whether to take the key as his own while he relaxed his vigilance, so as to serve as a bargaining weight to threaten Xia Xiqing in the future. After all, this is an extremely cunning person, and there is a great possibility that he is a killer.

But he finally gave up on this plan. Zhou Ziheng glanced at his wrists that were a little red from handcuffs, and felt that his thoughts were really disgusting.

If he plotted against him later, he would have to admit that he was unlucky. Zhou Ziheng stepped forward and took off the key. The prop set was really attentive. The key was sticked firmly, which made him take a lot of effort to pick it off successfully.

Xia Xiqing obediently reached out his hands to Zhou Ziheng and watched him lower his head and uncuff his handcuffs. This scene gave him great enjoyment of his aesthetic taste.

Zhou Ziheng's straight nose bridge and exquisitely angled corners look more refined from such a low-hanging angle. It is a kind of exquisite carving full of male hormones. The beautiful lines that raise upwards with eyebrow bones and mountain roots are like silent mountains that fall in the wind. His lowered head and his focused eyebrows and eyes made Xia Xiqing involuntarily think of Paul in Luo Dan's sculpture "Kiss".

If it weren't for recording a reality show, Xia Xiqing would definitely come to his ear and say something.
Chapter completed!