(Thanks to "Dead Fish Eyes and Internal Increase" for the 100,000 reward, the first leader of Heartbeat)
"Why don't you have any clues?"
Feng Yan sat slumped on the sofa in the room. At this moment, he had explored every corner of the room, but under Feng Yan's extensive exploration, he could not find any clues. Various signs indicated that this was a very ordinary guest room. .
"It's really nerve-wracking." Feng Yan sat on the sofa and tapped his temple and began to recall the clues in the hotel outside the room. Soon he thought of the huge picture of "The Crab Prince" located at the entrance of the hall.
There are many details in the original fairy tale. When Feng Yan first entered the hall, he had already concluded that there must be some clues hidden in it. He had read this fairy tale, so he basically remembered the details. What he was thinking about at the time was what would happen next. When similar or matching plots appear, use them to solve puzzles. Now it seems that the clues of Room 8112 must be linked to this fairy tale to solve the puzzle.
"Turning point... time..."
If a clue gives too much information, you have to find a way to grasp a few key points. This is the basic idea for solving the puzzle. In Feng Yan's opinion, the turning point of the story of "The Crab Prince" is when the big crab is found to arrive at the same point every day. Disappearance occurs.
"According to the original book, the big crab disappears between 12:00 and 15:00 noon every day, so can this time be used as some reference?"
Thinking about Feng Yan, he looked up at the wall clock hanging above the TV. It's strange to say that ordinary hotels usually only put a clock on the bedside table, and there is no timekeeping tool, but here it appears abnormally. Feng Yan hadn't noticed the home wall clock just now. He also explored the wall clock inside and out, but found no clues. Now combined with the story of "The Crab Prince", it gave him some ideas.
The wall clock still has power, and the time at the moment is 12:42. The wall clock has a small window that displays morning and afternoon. It displays AM at the moment, which means that the clock is most likely on time. It is now 0:42 in the morning.
After thinking about it, Feng Yan took off the wall clock and started to turn the gear on the back of the wall clock to adjust the time. When he turned the hour hand a full circle and reached 12 o'clock again, the AM window jumped to PM with a snap. Seeing a sudden vision, the entire room began to rotate rapidly in time with the sunrise and sunset outside the window. After more than ten seconds, it seemed that time had gone back decades. Looking at the room at this moment, it had completely changed its appearance.
What is extremely visually shocking is that the original location of the bed has changed. Now it has become an operating bed full of blood stains, with a surgical shadowless lamp next to it. The scene looks like an operating table environment, but there is no body monitoring equipment. This is very abnormal. You must know that during surgery, the patient's blood pressure, heartbeat and other related data must be monitored in real time.
Feng Yan secretly thought: So this means that there is no need to monitor the body for surgery here, and the life and death of the patient is not important at all.
On the auxiliary table were various scalpels and surgical gowns arranged randomly, all of which were stained with blood. There were several boxes of unknown drugs placed in the corner. Feng Yan walked over and took a few glances. Most of them were narcotic drugs. He was familiar with these names, and some of them were occasionally used on himself.
Feng Yan walked to the window, where there was a desk. He opened the drawer and found several pages of information clipped on plywood. After taking a closer look, Feng Yan understood.
"It seems that the former site of this hotel is an orphanage, and it is an orphanage that specializes in harvesting body parts from orphans."
Several pages of information recorded the information of the child who underwent surgery within a week. The information was very detailed. It not only marked the child's name, gender, and age, but also listed how the operation target came to the orphanage, whether there was a guardian, and whether An orphan in the true sense of the word.
Since there were photos of surgical subjects on every page, Feng Yan quickly found information about the blonde girl who had cut the rabbit's throat in the fantasy just now. This girl's name was Jing Jing, and she had both kidneys removed.
However, in this stack of documents, Zhong Yan did not find any information about the twins and the adult woman who had just attacked him.
After putting down the folder, Feng Yan found a newspaper in another drawer. By comparing the date with the newspaper found at the parking lot gate booth, he found that this was a newspaper from 26 years ago. He quickly omitted meaningless information. Feng Yan found a large advertisement on the third page.
[Linglong Orphanage will open soon, and well-known philanthropist Li Yuan will serve as the director]
"Philanthropist? Haha, executioner."
After checking the newspaper inside and out several times, Feng Yan placed it back in its original position after confirming that there was no valuable information.
This desk was the only one in the room at this time. Seeing that the purpose was not achieved, Feng Yan looked at the operating table and other things that could be explored, but found nothing.
Seeing that the exploration was at an impasse, Feng Yan frowned and stared blankly at the operating bed. Then he suddenly walked forward, climbed onto the operating bed and lay down on his back.
In an instant, the operating light came on. Due to the appearance of the light, a visual blind spot subconsciously appeared. Looking at the area outside the light, it was already in complete darkness. Feng Yan found that his body could not move. At this time, he stepped out of the corner of the desk just now. A man came out. He was wearing a surgical cap, mask, and surgical clothes. His hands were wearing white surgical gloves. He held his hands half up in the air like a surgeon who was ready to start operating at any time. He made a strange sound in his mouth. of low laughter.
It seemed that he had triggered the next plot correctly. Feng Yan lay on the operating bed without any panic. Although he couldn't move, it felt much better than wearing a restraint and it was not too uncomfortable.
"Hey hey hey, what organ should be harvested today?"
Since almost the entire face was covered by the mask, the only thing that could be distinguished was that this person had blue eyes. This guy said the above words while holding a scalpel and gesticulating on Feng Yan's stomach with the back of the scalpel. Even with his clothes on, Feng Yan could feel the coldness of the scalpel.
"Dean Li, what kind of plane do you want to build?" Feng Yan found that he could still speak, so he said casually.
"No, no, no, I'm not that guy from Li Yuan. I know you're looking for clues about him, right?"
Okay, it seems it’s time to play the game again.
Hearing what the man said, Feng Yan felt confident. Isn't this an obvious system that arranges a character to have some confrontation with the player? If the player wins, he can get the key clues. But judging from the current situation, this kind of confrontation Most likely it's mental.
"What do you want to play with?"
Seeing that Feng Yan was so direct, the masked man looked up and down Feng Yan's body with increasing interest, as if he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and his mouth was almost watering.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at my body like a BT. Let's play whatever you want."
The man with the mask finally came back to his senses and said: "I'm sorry, sorry, the word 'play' you said inspired me to have a long-lost hobby, but then I thought it was wrong and gave up. Okay, now let's talk. Negotiate terms."
After saying that, the masked man took out a magazine from behind, and the sharp-eyed Feng Yan immediately found the information he wanted on the cover.
The cover of this magazine called Hall of Fame features a man in a suit and leather collar, with some words next to it: The history of the fortune of the well-known philanthropist Li Yuan.
Good guy, it seems that as long as I can get this magazine, I will most likely be able to complete the real-time main task at this moment [find out the relationship network of the Li family].
