The 6-digit number is: 122334. Feng Yan entered the 6-digit number into the password interface of the lock screen and successfully unlocked it.
There is only one app in the entire phone, which is WeChat. At this time, there is a '1' in the upper right corner of WeChat, which is a reminder of unread messages. After Feng Yan clicked in, he found that the name of this WeChat account was Yanfeng, and the friends in WeChat There is only one person, the person who just sent the message. This person's name is actually Feng Yan.
The content of the language message is as follows: "Hello, I am a killer named Feng Yan. I heard that you are proficient in the game of cat and mouse. I want to play a game with you. The tallest building in front of you is also the only one with lights on. Are you there? I'm right there. You need to enter the office building. I will wait for you on a certain floor and find my exact location within 20 minutes. Otherwise, when the time is up, I will show up and kill you. Timing begins."
Feng Yan looked up and saw the tallest building not far away at a glance. It was also the only building with several floors of lights on.
"Really~ What time is it already, and I'm still working overtime? My unscrupulous boss doesn't treat people as human beings at all."
The time at this time should be midnight.
Feng Yan muttered a few words, put his phone in his pocket, and tried to step on the accelerator. He found that pressing it now can accelerate. Feng Yan immediately drove the Jetta as if it were a Gundam. In less than 3 minutes, the Gundam ...Ah no, the Jetta drove downstairs of the office building.
Before getting off the bus, Feng Yan searched the Jetta and found nothing useful. He closed the car door and walked towards the door of the office building.
There was nothing special in the lobby on the first floor of the office building. The first thing Feng Yan had to do was to accurately locate the floor on which the killer was.
"Ah~ It's forty or fifty floors up. Which floor is the guy pretending to be me on?"
Although there seemed to be nothing he could do as he spoke, Feng Yan's expression was not too distressed. He looked around casually and soon found the signs for each floor, which were posted on the west wall and read "Every Floor". Information about all units settled in.
"Well... it's hard to do business, and not every floor is an office-type enterprise... Ha, I saw it, it should be this floor."
Feng Yan's eyes were fixed on the 17th floor. There was only one sign called "One Leaf Tea House" on the entire 17th floor.
Feng Yan took out her phone again, clicked on the killer's voice and listened to it again, and turned the phone's volume to the maximum volume.
On the cloud, Xuanyuan Jingmeng asked Liu Zheng: "Have you guessed which floor the killer is on?"
Liu Zheng nodded and said, "It should be on the 17th floor."
Xuanyuan Jingmeng: "Is there any basis for this?"
Liu Zheng: "When I played the audio for the first time, I noticed that when the killer was talking, there was background music. Although it was very small, I still heard some in the gaps between his words. It was a piece of music. The guzheng version of "Mountains and Flowing Waters", a very elegant piece of music like this, has very limited places to play it. You and I can all think of it, it's nothing more than some very elegant places. Now only the 17th floor of the wall is a teahouse, and there are also gyms on other floors. And cafes and the like, but such soothing music is impossible to play in such places, and it is also a guzheng version, so he should have concluded from this that the killer is on the 17th floor."
After Liu Zheng explained this, the audience outside understood that Feng Yan would not bother to explain this kind of thing. This is just a spiritual space, and Luo Li's explanations will not be worth much. Plus, unless a plot NPC asks him, he will just do things his own way.
"High mountains and flowing water, huh, you really know how to pretend. Is this the killer cultivating his own sentiments?"
Feng Yan came to the elevator entrance and pressed the button. The only elevator door that was still running opened. After Feng Yan entered, he pressed the 17th floor button and the elevator slowly rose.
After arriving on the 17th floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, the door of Yiye Teahouse appeared in front of him. However, Feng Yan did not rush in, but walked to the right. He wanted to understand the layout of the 17th floor first. .
The entire 17th floor is designed in a zigzag shape, with the elevator lift in the middle, and offices on the southeast, northwest, and east sides. But as Feng Yan saw below, there is only one teahouse on the entire 17th floor, located to the north. The teahouse has opened up all the offices in the north. The north side is all the teahouse's territory, while the doors on the other three sides are locked. It seems that there has been no successful investment and they are all idle.
There are three toilets on the entire fourth floor, located in the southeast corner, southwest corner and northwest corner. These three places are open.
Feng Yan nodded awkwardly and returned to Yiye Teahouse again. The entire 17th floor was lit with lights. Naturally, Yiye Teahouse was also brightly lit. After opening the glass door and entering, the melodious sound of mountains and flowing water could be heard. It seemed that Liu Zheng's The explanation is completely correct, the killer should be the voice message sent to Feng Yan in Yiye Teahouse.
After a simple circle, Feng Yan did not find the killer. This was expected. Xuanyuan Jingmeng obviously would not let him pass so easily.
"So in other words, the killer sent me the voice message in the teahouse, but he is not necessarily still in the teahouse at this time. Apparently he left here after sending the voice message to me. So where did he go?"
While Feng Yan was talking to himself, he began to search the entire teahouse carefully. He was not in a hurry to leave because he believed that there must be prompts to trigger the next plot in the teahouse. If not, it would be impossible to hear the background music on WeChat. Mountains and rivers appeared, and everything pointed to Yiye Teahouse. Now that we came in but returned without success, this was obviously unreasonable.
The interior of this teahouse is very simple. Although the space is huge, there are not many furnishings and the decoration is exquisite. It is obviously not something that ordinary people can afford to come in and drink tea.
Feng Yan walked towards the west and looked around, but there were no clues in the simple furniture. He could tell it immediately at a glance.
At the end, there is an open study room, which is naturally decorated in Chinese style. A long table is placed in the center, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones next to it. It is obviously prepared for writing or painting. At this time, this table There is a piece of rice paper on top.
Feng Yan came to the table and began to observe the rice paper carefully. After a while, he found clues. There were water marks on some places on the rice paper. The water marks had a trace of wrinkles, as if someone had written on it with a pen. There are words, but strangely, there are no words on the paper.
Feng Yan smiled and said: "This is too simple. Isn't it just written with invisible material, and it will become visible when it touches water? Pediatrics."
As he spoke, Feng Yan moved a pot of narcissus next to him, roughly pulled the narcissus out of the water, and threw it aside casually. Then he took the narcissus pot, poured some water with his hand, and moved towards it. The paper was sprinkled with water. After a while, surprisingly, no words appeared on the paper. He sprinkled some more, but the white rice paper still had no reaction.
"You're a fool, haha."
"It's not reasonable. Crazy Yan's approach should be fine."
"It definitely lacks a triggering plot."
While the audience in the live broadcast room was having a heated discussion, Liu Zheng on the cloud also frowned, while Xuanyuan Jingmeng continued to drink wine leisurely.
Seeing that it didn't work, Feng Yan wasn't upset. He put down the daffodil pot and began to observe around the long table. In his opinion, the reminder was not even half a meter away from the table. Soon he discovered a new one. clue.
Feng Yan noticed that the placement of this long table with four legs was not quite right.
"Has it been moved?" After Feng Yan looked at the positions near the four table legs, he simply sat on the ground and said to himself.
In the cloud, Liu Zheng, who saw the table legs and nearby scenes through the large-screen lens, relaxed his brows and said: "I know, the table has indeed been moved. The game you set up is very clever."
Seeing that Xuanyuan Jingmeng didn't speak, Liu Zheng continued: "There are four white marks on the ground. Generally, when the table is placed in the same position for a long time without moving, after it is moved, there will be four spots where the four table legs are pressed down. There will be white marks in different places. This is a unique mark that has been pressed down over time. Especially since the floor of this study is made of floorboards, the marks will be more obvious.
Obviously, the position of this table was not originally in this position. It must have been moved recently. "
As soon as Liu Zheng finished speaking, Feng Yan lifted the table, looked at the four white spots on the ground, and accurately moved the four legs of the table to the positions of the four marks. The moved positions were approximately equivalent to The entire table was moved more than half a meter to the right.
Coincidentally, there happened to be a light bulb above this position. At this time, the light of the light bulb shone directly on the paper, and some words appeared on the white rice paper instantly.
