"Anderson, come out, stop hiding," Chris shouted at the top of his lungs.
In a closed environment, people's emotions are more easily aroused, especially when it is impossible to judge the passage of time.
"Stop screaming. It's not yet certain whether Anderson is really dead."
Gur Friedman slapped the table irritably, his expression under the crystal lamp on the ceiling was on the verge of exploding.
"Olivia, you have a good brain. Analyze what's happening now." Joey wanted to see what insights this literary girl who loves detective novels would have.
Olivia pushed up her black-rimmed glasses habitually, shook her head and smiled bitterly: "My mind is very confused now."
"Weren't you very analytical before? Now you're mute? After reading so many books, I'm afraid your brain is stupid." Chris sneered dissatisfiedly.
Chris grew up in an environment where he was struggling to survive. He struggled to provide food and clothing. Reading and literacy was something he once longed for.
This made him hate people who thought they were well-educated showing off in front of him.
Joey glanced at Chris subtly and smelled a smell of jealousy from him.
"Big men, is it fun to bully a little girl?" Joey asked mercilessly.
After all, Olivia is just a young girl. It is normal for three girls to be in a room and Margaret to die inexplicably in front of them, and their emotions will be affected.
"The most important thing now is to find a way to escape. Instead of bickering here, I will go to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat. I will make some food for everyone first." The cook is still the same cook. No matter where he goes, he is the first to eat. All I think about is food and clothing.
"Fat man, wait, I'll accompany you" Joey called to Jami Henriquez.
Gur Friedman also said hurriedly: "I'll go too."
The fat man looked at the two people following him suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong? You look nervous?"
Olivia's mood calmed down a lot at this time, her eyes under the frame blinked, and she said faintly: "Don't you realize that we are in a dangerous situation now?"
The fat man scratched his head: "I know, my brain is not working well and I can't help. I can't just stand around and do nothing. I want to make something for you to eat."
Everyone was amused by his antics. In a sense, Jami Henriquez was a cute fat guy.
“In the end, everyone will die anyway, so it’s better to be a dead ghost.”
"Fat man, you are open-minded." Joey punched him in the stomach angrily, and then said in a solemn tone: "However, we'd better not act alone next time."
"Yes." Olivia nodded in agreement: "We know that Anderson's life and death are unknown, we assume that he is really alive, but he deliberately hides and does not appear, so we can only classify him as the enemy."
At this moment, Professor Remo, who had been studying paintings, let out a soft "Eh" sound.
"You all come here and see, the second shadow changes color."
After Professor Remo interrupted, Joey and the other three had no intention of going to the kitchen, and turned around to see the changes in the painting.
Before Joey could get closer, Chris, who was closest, opened his mouth and shouted: "No, why did it recover again?"
While speaking, he seemed to have thought of something and stared at Joey warily.
"The dim figure just now is clearly that of the cook, which means he is the next person to die. Now that it has returned to its original state, you two are very suspicious."
Chris' words immediately reminded everyone.
According to what Chris meant, the fat man should have died in the kitchen, and the murderer was most likely one of Joey and Gur Friedman.
"Don't talk nonsense. If I were the murderer, I would definitely kill you first." Gul Friedman glared at Chris fiercely.
"Fuck your mother, I'm afraid of you, come on." Chris had a bad temper, and he would explode at a moment's notice. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arm muscles.
Joey didn't argue anything. The scene that happened in front of him gave him a feeling of déjà vu, as if he had experienced this before.
"Don't make any noise." Olivia Via's suddenly raised voice attracted everyone's attention: "Don't you realize that from the beginning of this painting, we have fallen into a very passive situation and started to doubt each other?"
"That's true." Professor Remo nodded seriously: "Olivia is right, this painting is biased towards subjectivity."
In fact, everyone knows this very well, but they all have a lucky mentality. Nine people may not necessarily have their turn.
"Chris, destroy the painting." Annie's eyes turned cold and she decided directly.
"Okay." Chris sneered sinisterly, "I've long disliked this thing."
Joey stared directly at Chris and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't"
In the doubtful eyes of everyone, he said softly:
"Do you remember the first shadow that turned gray?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Just smash it, regardless of whether it has a shadow or not," Chris said.
Olivia seemed to have thought of something: "Mr. Enriquez seemed to say, like a woman's figure."
Good family upbringing makes Olivia treat everyone very politely.
"That's right." Joey's voice was slightly lowered: "That is to say, from the beginning, the original script, we tentatively assumed that it was a secret room murder script."
"In the original script, could the first person who died be Margot Ritter?"
Annie stood up suddenly with a solemn expression: "Anderson faked his death."
Her thoughts were opened, and Olivia answered: "Margaret is a doctor, she must have discovered something."
"I remembered," Anne slapped her forehead and said, "The person who suggested staying in the same room was Margaret Little."
"She must have known something and was worried that she would be in danger, so she chose to hang out with others."
At this time, Chris's inappropriate voice sounded: "I don't understand what you are saying, but one thing is, I don't understand why Margot Ritter helped Anderson hide the truth."
As he spoke, he looked around: "In our group, only the doctor can tell Anderson's true condition. What reason does she have to hide it from everyone?"
"Maybe" Joey touched his chin and paused for a few seconds to think: "As the first person to break the glass and see the truth, he saw something that we can't see."
"Imagine being trapped in a place where you can't get out. The clue you get is that only a small number of people can get out. Would you choose to share it or hide it?"
Chris seemed to understand the key, "You mean, Anderson used that 'thing' as a bargaining chip to get Margot Ritter to cooperate with him. If I remember correctly, when the lights went out, Margot Ritter Positioned next to Anderson, they have plenty of time.”
"I didn't see it, Chris, you're not brainless either," Joey said with a smile.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you." Chris just frowned, snorted and looked away.
"Men, if you don't have a good guy, you know how to lie to women." Anne's cold eyes swept over the men.
"Ahem!" Joey coughed lightly. He didn't know that the lady was hurt by that man, and he didn't dare to get into trouble.
"Some pictures just appeared in my mind."
Anne's beautiful eyes turned to glare at him, and she said one word angrily: "Say"
"Leave here, you need a password"
Upon hearing this, everyone's attention was immediately attracted.
Chris asked unceremoniously: "I knew there was something wrong with you."
The door that sealed the house was engraved with obscure and complex complexes. If Joey hadn't mentioned the password now, no one would have thought of the combination lock.
After all, the pattern on the door is more like some irregular palace patterns.
Professor Remo asked in a solemn tone:
"A memory image that suddenly appeared?"
"Yeah" Joey nodded slightly: "It suddenly appeared, as if I had experienced it before, it felt very familiar."
Among this group of people, only Jami Henriquez has a closer relationship with Joey, and he is the only one who cares about Joey at this time.
"How are you feeling now?" He said incoherently, trying to organize the words, but seemed to be unable to think of the appropriate modifiers: "It's just...the brain...the emotions...are there...some uncontrollable feelings?" "
"You mean, pollution?" Anne Block looked directly at Joey with a solemn face.
"Right? It's just pollution, Joey, don't think too much about it, I'm just suspicious, not malicious," Jamie Henriquez explained with a dry smile.
Joey smiled and shook his head: "Fat man, it's okay."
How could he not see that among this group of people, only Jami Henriquez was really worried about him.
"I'm not polluted." As he said this, he slowly moved his eyes towards Annie and said with a smile, "Didn't you say that I was a mascot? If I really wanted to be polluted, I would have been polluted a long time ago, and I wouldn't wait until now."
Professor Remo stood up at this time and tried to use his own words to find a reasonable excuse for Joey: "It's not necessarily that there is something special about Joey. After all, there were so many people, but he survived in the end."
"I think the professor is right." Olivia nodded in agreement: "If he was really contaminated, he would have been dealt with by the church long ago."
Seeing so many people standing up for Joey, Chris muttered dissatisfiedly: "You said you wanted a password, so you should just show it and open the door."
Joey's expression was stagnant, he tilted his head and whispered: "I can't remember."
"You've been teasing everyone for a long time?" Chris took the opportunity to taunt: "I don't have time to entertain you."
"No one is counting on you. Just shutting up is the best help to everyone." He would not coddle Chris and fight back mercilessly.
"I don't know the password, but I know the password is there."
The passwords were not directly given in those pictures that appeared inexplicably, but they were given a general direction.
Joey walked to the middle of the hall on the first floor, and in front of everyone's astonished eyes, he lifted up the carpet, revealing the scene hidden underneath.
That is a bunch of complex, tedious, and obscure mathematical formulas.
"Fulderman's Formula" Remo exclaimed, and at a speed not belonging to an elderly person, he rushed to Joey and lay on the ground as if he had found a treasure, regardless of his appearance.
Those formulas seemed to be carved on the floor with a carving knife.
"My brain is not good. Solving problems makes me dizzy."
"I haven't read the book"
"I took liberal arts in college"
. . .
In the end, the task of finding the password still fell on Joey and Professor Remo.
As time went by, the inexplicable sense of familiarity in Joey's heart became stronger and stronger, and he was even able to accurately point out the direction when Remo was at an impasse in solving the problem.
The other five people were waiting quietly on the side as bystanders.
After all, even if you want to help with something like this, you can't help.
"The first number is 4" the old professor shouted excitedly.
Olivia quickly took out a pen and took notes.
After a while, Joey said without raising his head: "2, 5"
Of these formulas, the most difficult one seems to be only the first number. After the first one is solved, all the following numbers will be solved naturally.
About ten minutes passed.
All 8 numbers are solved.
"Oh, I'm getting old and my waist is weak." Professor Remo said he was tired, but the expression on his face was extremely excited.
Olivia looked at the row of numbers on her hand and murmured: "42505991, what does it mean?"
"There's no place to enter the password on this door. What's the use of these numbers?" Chris stared at the closed door with confusion on his face.
"Don't mention entering the password" Gul Friedman is at the door: "There's not even a keyhole"
Annie, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Is there some kind of pattern, musical note?"
Olivia shook her head and said: "No, I know some music theory knowledge. This string of numbers has nothing to do with the notes and does not match the rhythm and melody."
At this time, Gul Friedman made a soft 'eh' sound.
This was followed by the 'click-click' sound of the mechanism.
"Look, the squares on the door can move."
"You bring the numbers in and try it," Olivia Via suggested.
Like a jigsaw puzzle, Gul Friedman tinkered with the door.
Is it really that simple? Joey didn't think so.
His attention has been fixed on a room in the southwest corner of the second floor.
I don’t know why, but I always have a bad feeling in my heart.
At this moment, an excited voice came from behind: "The last piece of the puzzle is here."
"Wait, don't hurry up yet" he shouted anxiously.
However, it is still a step too late.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the door was opened, a deafening roar sounded, and then, Gul Friedman was grabbed by a thick black tentacle and dragged out.
"Close the door quickly"
Without any time to think, Joey rushed to the door and tried to close it again, but was blocked by half of the wriggling tentacles.
He shouted anxiously: "Don't be stunned, help, otherwise everyone will die."
After he roared like this, everyone came out of their daze and worked together to close the door again.
A tentacle covered in sticky substance was cut off by the door and fell in, squirming and struggling on the ground.
Everyone was breathing heavily.
Now, there are 7 people, one less.
Chris cursed with lingering fear: "Damn, what the hell is that?"
He angrily stepped on the tentacles on the ground with his feet.
Joey gasped and stared solemnly at the room in the southwest corner of the second floor. With a click, the door opened.
