Wen Qiao took Liu Mengwei around half of the city and came to a village in the city. After walking around a few times, they found an ordinary blue rolling shutter door. This place looks like a warehouse, but there is no sign, and I don't know what it is used for.
Liu Mengwei looked at Wen Qiao in confusion: "What is this place?"
Wen Qiao did not answer, but stood in front of the wall next to the rolling shutter door. He fiddled with something on it, and a display screen the size of a watch was revealed.
"Open the door." Wen Qiao said to the small display screen: "Otherwise I will knock on the door."
After about 5 minutes, there was still no movement at the door. Liu Mengwei couldn't help but ask questions. At this moment, a figure flashed out of thin air in the darkness, as if passing through the gray wall, quietly. Soundlessly appeared beside the two of them.
Liu Mengwei was unprepared and almost screamed. The man looked nervous, took a step forward quickly, made a "shh" gesture, and faced Wen Qiao with an angry face: "Brother, what are you doing here? You're bringing others with you!"
"Are you sure we want to stand at the door and say it?"
The man sighed and was about to turn around, but he couldn't help but approached Wen Qiao and asked in a low voice: "Is this man reliable?"
He waited for Wen Qiao's answer, and Liu Mengwei also looked at them curiously.
"have no idea."
"I didn't know you brought her here!" The man was anxious.
"Even if I say it's reliable, you won't believe it."
"That's true." The man scratched his head, as if he had made an extremely determined decision, and fiddled with the wall again. There unexpectedly appeared a deep and narrow hole, which seemed to lead underground. "It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck for me to meet you. Let's talk about it after we come in first!"
Wen Qiao walked in first, and the man motioned for Liu Mengwei to follow, so she had to fumble her way in. After a while, she heard the sound of a heavy door closing behind her, and the space here suddenly fell into pure darkness.
"Come on, hurry up, why are you stopping on the road!" the person behind urged her, deliberately making things difficult for her like a mischievous person.
"There is no lamp in such a dark place!" Liu Mengwei complained. She waved her arms and couldn't find anything to hold on to. There were no walls or railings. There seemed to be stairs under her feet. Now she felt like Standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing to rely on, you will fall if you are not careful.
"Hehe," the man behind him laughed strangely twice: "Of course, the more difficult the entrance is, the better, in order to trap some unwelcome intruders. Come on, don't block my way."
Liu Mengwei gritted his teeth and was about to move when his hand in the air suddenly grabbed something - another warm, powerful hand.
"There are seven stairs at your feet, count them carefully." Wen Qiao's voice was like a beacon breaking through the darkness.
After walking up the stairs and down a flat passage, some light finally appeared in front of my eyes. Wen Qiao then let go of Liu Mengwei's hand, but the warm touch still stayed in her hand.
This underground space is about forty square meters, and is filled with various box-shaped machines and instruments, large and small. It looks numerous but not cluttered. The optical cables and indicator lights are flashing rapidly, and they are continuously absorbing information from the void. data. The screens placed on the table are also spectacular. They are everywhere, up, down, left and right, almost surrounding the people sitting at the table.
"My name is Tycho." The man leaned back on the ergonomic chair and introduced himself politely.
"I'm Maeve."
Tycho rolled his eyes at her: "Real name!"
Liu Mengwei was also a little annoyed: "You don't even need to show your real name to others, so why should you ask others to show you your real name?"
"Then please come back." Tycho looked relaxed after hearing her words.
"Okay, her surname is Liu, and she is an associate professor at the School of Psychology, Medical University. That's enough detail." Wen Qiao spoke up in time to interrupt the quarrel between the two of them.
Tycho was visibly stunned, obviously not expecting the gaudy-dressed woman in front of him to have such an identity. In order to portray the characteristics of money-worshiping and vanity in front of Milan, Liu Mengwei specially put on heavy makeup, sprayed perfume, and wore a knitted sweater that best highlighted her figure. At first glance, she does seem to be somewhat different from the traditional teacher who teaches and educates people.
Tycho laughed contemptuously: "It seems that everything has shrunk and depreciated in the past two years. This is true for RMB, and so is academic qualifications."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Liu Mengwei stared at the man sitting in front of her expressionlessly, and suddenly said quietly: "Let's make a bet. How about it? Are you willing?"
"What bet?" Tycho's fiery eyes flashed with a competitive light.
Liu Mengwei raised her head slightly. Originally, her perspective was higher than that of Tycho who was sitting. Now, she felt even more condescending but calm. She softly uttered two words: "You decide."
This calmness and confidence made Tycho change his mind a bit. He finally stood up from his chair, walked up to Liu Mengwei and said, "Okay! I won't compete with you on a project that has no chance of winning, so as not to say I'm bullying. woman."
Tycho took out an A4-sized notebook from the table and handed it to Liu Mengwei: "In the game "Inception", I can draw a maze that can trap me in 2 minutes."
Liu Mengwei did not immediately reach out to pick it up, but looked straight at the proud and independent man in front of her. Her water-clear eyes were like a bright mirror, reflecting your appearance, your joys and sorrows, your strengths and weaknesses, your everything.
"The countdown has begun. If you are afraid, you can just admit defeat." Seeing Liu Mengwei's delay in taking his notebook, Tycho reminded him coldly.
Liu Mengwei took his notebook, but did not use the black oil-based pen he provided. She took out an eyeliner pen from her bag and started drawing on the paper.
Tycho stood aside confidently with his arms folded. For the sake of fairness, he turned his eyes away from the graphics on the paper. He turned around and went to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke. With just one light movement, he heard a "bang" , the slight explosion of bubbles sounded, like a trumpet of victory sounded in advance.
Wen Qiao didn't have any worries. He just stood next to Liu Mengwei and watched her painting, but his expression became more and more strange.
Two minutes passed quickly. Liu Mengwei put down the pen, closed the notebook, and breathed out gently: "Okay."
Tycho glanced at her: "Do you want me to give you another thirty seconds to perfect it?"
"No, I'm going to start timing too."
Tycho put down the Coke in his hand and stepped forward to open the notebook. The huge draft notebook covered his face and his expression could not be seen. Time passes by minute by second, and it is now 1:30 in the morning. For people with normal schedules, this time is already the time when their mental strength is weakest. It's a pity that the somewhat arrogant man in front of him is a monster who lives day and night. Night is his carnival time!
But at this time, he stood quietly in front of Wen and Liu like a statue, without any movement, and seemed to have stopped breathing.
"Pa!" A clear clapping sound suddenly sounded in Tycho's ears, pulling him back from his thoughts. When he turned his head, he happened to see Liu Meng's charming face with a smile.
"What are you doing?" Tycho said dissatisfied.
"A mosquito flew by just now. I'm going to help you swat the mosquito!"
"Where are the mosquitoes coming from in this weather?" Tycho said angrily.
"How's it going? Have you figured it out? It's been two minutes. Do you want me to give you another thirty seconds to think about it?" Liu Mengwei said in a strange tone.
"What?" Tycho's eyes widened for a moment, and he looked at his watch in disbelief. Although he didn't deliberately time the time, he looked at the time at the beginning. It was 1:28, and now it was 1:31.
"Why do I feel like...it seems like only a few seconds have passed?"
"When you are immersed in thinking, time always passes very quickly. This is not surprising." Liu Mengwei explained, and then her tone changed: "The question is, have you solved it?"
Tycho swallowed, a little unconvinced: "There is no solution to this maze of yours! You cheated!"
Liu Mengwei blinked innocently at Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao picked up the draft book that Tycho had just thrown down from the table. Seeing the two of them quarreling with children, he reluctantly reopened the book and turned to Liu Mengwei's drawings. of the page maze.
"If you look carefully at this maze, there are no branching paths at all. You start from the entrance and follow the line, and you can reach the exit all the way."
"How is that possible!" Tycho shouted, holding up the book again in disbelief: "I walked several times, always going in circles. You connected the paths of the maze and made them form a circle. So, there is no exit at all!”
Liu Mengwei sighed: "If you were willing to use a pen to draw on it, you wouldn't say such a thing. You would trust your own eyes too much." But he heard her laugh again: "But it is precisely because of this, I just designed a Cretan-style maze, which only has spiral circles without any differences. It is so simple that you only need to cover your head and walk forward to find the exit."
"I know you have a high self-esteem and feel that there is no problem that you can't solve. The more difficult the problem, the more it stimulates your desire to conquer. Those questions and answers that can be seen to the end at a glance can no longer enter your eyes. Think of simple questions Complexity is a common problem among those who are smart and conceited, because only in this way can their superiority be demonstrated. Identifying the weaknesses and doing the opposite is the key to breaking the situation."
"However, I did use some tricks to trap you with the simplest graphic." After that, she picked up the eyeliner: "I didn't use your pen because that pen drew The lines are too thin. If the black line parts and the white blank parts can be evenly distributed to form a spiral, it will pose a greater challenge to people's vision. As long as you stare at it for a while, black and white will begin to be confused, and even It will make people feel that the whole graphic is moving. Moreover, this is a commonly used hypnotic pattern. It is normal if you don't see it for a while."
Tycho had already picked up a pen and started to draw a passage on the paper. Sure enough, after a while, he closed the book again in frustration, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.
When he raised his head again, he already had a relaxed look on his face, and his eyes looked at Liu Mengwei with a hint of friendliness: "I am willing to admit defeat, you win."
