Bai Chunian glanced at his watch first. To be on the safe side, Bai Chunian collected all the watches on the mercenary's body, both mechanical and electronic. The moment the two of them entered the room, the time of all the watches jumped to one o'clock in the afternoon.

The wallpaper in this room is also a red pattern, and it is also a cube room with the same length, width and height.

There are five or six metal shelves in the center of the room. The shelves are surrounded by sinks, stoves, range hoods, baskets, and fresh-keeping cabinets. There are knife racks on the table, delicate bowls and plates, and the walls are also covered with clean wipes. Mirror.

This is a kitchen. Bai Chunian gave this kitchen the number 13 in his heart, because the time in this room was 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Are they all built according to the specifications of a certain villa?" Bai Chunian guessed silently.

Bai Chunian checked the shelves and cabinets and picked up a note from the ground.

The paper and handwriting of the note are the same as those found in the bathroom, left by the missing writer, and the page number is marked "Second Page", but it is not neatly arranged like the previous note. The position seems to have been thrown on the ground in a panic.

"I see, it's actually a maze, I can't predict what kind of room I'm going to enter in the next second, I can't walk. The room I'm in now is a yellow dollhouse, very warmly furnished (if Ignore the mirrors everywhere on the wall), plush teddy bears and pink bunnies on the carpet, a small coffee table for building blocks in the middle, and a pile of square blocks on the table top, the blocks are arranged in a very nice way In particular, fortunately, I learned descriptive geometry during college, and I can easily draw three views and three-dimensional drawings of it. If the police can see it, I hope it can help you find clues."

Viewing architectural drawings is a compulsory course for alliance agents. Bai Chunian easily understood what the writer wanted to express from the scribbled diagrams:

This is a pile of special-shaped buildings made of 28 cubes of volume wood, and the shape is not any common cube. The overall shape of the cube appears to be a hollowed-out cuboid with a three-by-three base and five high.

This is consistent with the numbers on the clock, and it can be preliminarily inferred that this is the three-dimensional design of the entire secret room.

The way of placing cubic volume wood is actually very strange. It has seven pieces on the bottom layer, three pieces on the second level, eight pieces on the third level, three pieces on the fourth level, and seven pieces on the fifth level. There are many hollow spaces in the middle of the cube building.

The author drew three circles on the schematic diagram of the painting, and divided the cube into three parts vertically. The leftmost layer was marked with blue, the middle layer was marked with red, and the rightmost layer was marked with yellow.

Bai Chunian sat on the ground and closed his eyes and thought about this scribbled diagram.

When a cubic building has three views and a three-dimensional view, the specific shape and placement of the entire building can be completely determined, but there are too many distracting clues given by 324, such as color, digital time, placement shape, and room function. The rules cannot be linked together.

Bai Chunian finally understood how appropriate the content of the file f mentioned by Enke was to the description of 324. This is an extremely self-experimental subject. All the puzzles he gave were based on his own strange ideas, and he never considered it. The experience and situation of the problem solver is no wonder that it will be incinerated and disposed of as a failed defective product. He can't play the role of filtering low-IQ humans at all.

Bai Chunian sat on the ground with his eyes closed and pondered. Lan Bo didn't bother him. He sat by the cupboard and admired the gemstone ring Bai Chunian wore on the tip of his tail. He picked up a plate and ate it as a biscuit.

"This." Rimbaud scrutinized the last remaining piece of porcelain, tilted his head and read, "One yuan per person."

Bai Chunian looked back at him, Lan Bo picked up the broken porcelain in his hand and shook it at him.

"Baby, are you only reading the part that you know?" Bai Chunian took the porcelain and picked up another complete plate to inspect, and found that the plate had a custom pattern of "Zhengyuan Restaurant" printed on it.

This is a hotel with a good reputation in reality. Its reputation is similar to that of Quanjude. At the intersection of Fengcheng South Road and Hongya Road in Tongkou City, everyone in China knows it.

The 109 Institute is also built on the outskirts of the city, less than an hour's drive away.

The communicator rang again.

He So-called: "The restaurant just opened, and we're going to the next room. I don't understand what this room is for. There are four seats in the middle. There is a steering wheel in front of the left front seat, and the right hand Stop, there's an ashtray in front of it and an empty light, the light is down, it means there's someone in the car. It's a Volkswagen Santana cab."

Bai Chunian: "Wallpaper color, what time is it."

He So-called: "Red, twelve o'clock at noon. Where are you?"

Bai Chunian: "I now have a basic profile of Wuxiang Stalker, but I'm not sure yet."

He so-called: "You still do this?"

Profiling refers to inferring the psychology of the observed person by the way he behaves.

"I'll tell you when I'm sure." Bai Chunian was still thinking about another question. Holding the icon left by the missing writer, he circled the room a few times, suddenly jumped up, and landed heavily on the ground.

Rimbaud was stunned, he forgot to eat the broken pieces of porcelain in his hand, and patronized the fool.

After Bai Chunian jumped a few times, the doors on the three walls of the room began to form a gap from below. The gap became bigger and bigger, and the door gradually became complete.

The room where Bai Chunian was located was impacted downwards, so he slid downwards.

"It really is a map."

Through the analysis of the three-view and three-dimensional diagrams drawn on the note, the bottom of room 13 where Bai Chunian was located was empty, and now it was proved that all the rooms were moved vertically or horizontally.

Bai Chunian chose one door and looked out. The three doors were not rooms, but a large, through-hole space.This also confirms the accuracy of the drawings left by the missing writer.

"The room can be pushed." Bai Chunian told He So-called the news.