Chapter 12 The Hidden Rose

Xia Xiqing did a quick calculation and understood immediately, but before he could speak, Zhou Ziheng, who was still looking at the computer page by his side, took the lead.

"This is the number of four-leaf roses."

Xia Xiqing crossed out the question mark on the draft with a pen, and wrote a number at the end of the equal sign - 1634.

No, how did he do it?

"That's right." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Ziheng in surprise, "You know it's a four-leaf rose number without doing the math?" Didn't he study physics, and mental arithmetic is so powerful?

Zhou Ziheng pointed to the computer, "Look at the roses on this page."

Shang Sirui, who was naturally incapable of computing, followed Zhou Ziheng to look at the computer's page, and he also discovered the secret, "Oh! The roses on this are all copied and pasted. They all have the same length and only have four leaves. Why did I say it's weird." Soon, a puzzled expression appeared on his delicate face, "But...what is a four-leaf rose number?"

Xia Xiqing pointed to the formula on the scratch paper, "This is written very clearly. You see, 1634 is a four-digit number, and the 4th power of the number in each digit is equal to 1634 itself. This is the four-leaf rose. A number. It's actually a four-digit exponent."

Shang Sirui nodded as if he didn't understand. Seeing that the two of them already knew the type of the number, he suddenly became happy, "Then these last two numbers are also four-leaf rose numbers, right? Can you fill in them now? already?"

This kid is too optimistic. Xia Xiqing felt a bit of a headache, his hand turned the pen subconsciously, and gave a straightforward negative answer, "I can't." After he finished speaking, the pen in his hand stopped, and his eyes turned to Zhou Ziheng, "Do you know what the four digits are? Do four-leaf roses count?"

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "I only know there are three."

He studied physics, not mathematics. Probably only a mathematician who can only study numbers every day knows.

Who doesn't have time to remember this? Xia Xiqing sighed. When he encountered such a thing that required patience, he became very restless, and the tip of the pen tapped on the paper, "So what should we do now? Exhaustive?"

"Is it exhausting until the end of this season?" Zhou Ziheng mocked himself unceremoniously, "The violent solution method won't work at this time."

"What kind of brute force and violence to solve?" Shang Sirui rubbed his cheeks frantically, "What kind of fairy-tale dialogue you are having, it's all in Chinese, why can't I understand a word?"

Xia Xiqing laughed. He clipped his overly long forehead hair behind his ears, "Anyway, it's almost impossible to calculate it by hand, so it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not."

"If I knew it was such a waste of brains to be on this show, I would have let the agent down hahaha." Shang Sirui is a very familiar personality. He put his hand on Xia Xiqing's shoulder and smiled so hard There is no burden, "After all, I am a scumbag."

This kid is too funny, Xia Xiqing always used the gentle knife in the love scene, and it became a habit after a long time. He turned his face to look at Shang Sirui, smiled and corrected his definition of himself, "Correction. Even if Yes, she is also a straw bag beauty."

"Oh~~" Shang Sirui hooked his neck, and the two of them leaned on each other as much as possible, "But I think you look prettier than me hahahaha..."

Seeing the two people hooking their shoulders and backs, Zhou Ziheng felt numb all over. On the one hand, he had a deeper contempt for Xia Xiqing, and on the other hand, he was a little worried about Shang Sirui, a heartless second fool.

The expression and tone of Xia Xiqing's words to him just now seemed to Zhou Ziheng to be flirtatious. Xia Xiqing is a poisonous person. When he speaks, his eyes are full of honey, and he smiles, no matter who he is.

It wasn't because he fell in love with Shang Sirui, the thought also frightened him, Zhou Ziheng frowned, coughed, and diverted everyone's attention, "I think we must have missed some important clue, the show The group will not be so embarrassing for the guests, it is basically impossible to do it with hands."

Xia Xiqing nodded in agreement. The show team will not embarrass the guests, especially the original player Shang Sirui in this room. This room is much less difficult than the previous room, so an important detail must have been missed, and the clues will be lost. disconnect.

But he doesn't like this kind of thing that needs to be solved by violence. He calculates one by one and repeats thousands of times. This kind of low-level work does not need human beings for a long time. Thinking of this, he can't help laughing, "Hey if my nephew It would be great if it was there, like the number of four-leaf roses and the number of daffodils, which are classic examples for their introduction to programming. I have compiled them so many times, maybe I have memorized these numbers long ago.”

"Wow, your nephew? How old is your nephew? You can learn programming. Your family is all immortals..." Shang Sirui still put his arm around Xia Xiqing, and he was about to hang half of his body on him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing woke up in an instant. He turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ziheng, and found that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting in the chair, also looked up at him, and a strange tacit understanding began to develop between the two.

Zhou Ziheng moved the mouse manually, closed the interface at the beginning, and checked the computer desktop and some folders.

Xia Xiqing said to himself, "I shouldn't be able to find it this way... There must be a way to write..." After speaking, he walked back to the previous wastepaper basket.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"There may be clues."

One by one, he flipped through the scraps of paper they had sorted out. Some had irrelevant words written on them, and some were scraps of paper drawn by children, until he turned to a sheet with only one line written on it.

As he expected, it was a path in the computer.

"It's under the D drive." Xia Xiqing took the piece of paper to Zhou Ziheng, and Zhou Ziheng entered the path according to the line, and sure enough he found an executable file named rose in a deeply hidden folder. , after the execution, three numbers are printed directly on the black screen.

[1634 8208 9474]

"Technology is the primary productive force." Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely, and then copied the remaining two four-leaf roses into the blanks of the title.

Zhou Ziheng leaned back on the chair, his legs were too long, so he could only spread to the two sides of the round table, put his hands in the pockets of the jacket, and focused on combing the current clues with his eyebrows.

Zhou Ziheng's logic is very clear, "We have now got two four-digit numbers. Judging from the previous room, there is a high probability that it will be the password of something, but we have not found any items that need to be opened with a password. A thread breaks here."

Zhou Ziheng's tone is very deep and has a beautiful resonance, which makes Xia Xiqing unconsciously think of the bells of Giotto's Bell Tower in Florence, and the sunset in the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Hundred Flowers.

When he passed by with the drawing board on his back, the heavy bell slapped his heart valve one after another, and his whole body was numb, as if it had been electrocuted.

"Um?"

When the other party asked a question, Xia Xiqing recovered from the sunset in Florence. Seeing Zhou Ziheng looking at him suspiciously, he asked again, "What do you think?"

Xia Xiqing nodded. Although he didn't hear what Zhou Ziheng said before, he could probably guess that it was related to the current clue chain, "Yes, our goal now is to find the missing one." He flipped through the clues Shang Sirui had found earlier, and there was only a palm-sized memo that had not been checked, so he flipped through it roughly.

Shang Sirui, who kept looking around, said next to him, "I just found this next to my pillow, and I searched for it for a long time and couldn't find anything useful. I just remember some miscellaneous things, what number? Go to the meeting, pick up the child. This memo also has the words written by the child, which is messy."

The words written by the child?

Xia Xiqing noticed something was wrong, so he flipped through it again. Sure enough, the memorandum contained not only the handwriting of the owner of the room, but also the handwriting of the four-leaf rose math problem. Going out on a trip by yourself, or taking part in a parent-teacher conference or something like that.

After flipping through it again, there is still no information worth pondering.

What is wrong?

Xia Xiqing put down the memorandum, put his hand on his forehead and lowered his head to think. Zhou Ziheng reached out and took the memorandum, flipped it over, and suddenly said, "Is there a page missing?"

"Really?" Xia Xiqing raised his head, but he really didn't notice it. Zhou Ziheng tore open a page of the memo, and sure enough, there was a jagged edge left after being torn.

"So in the wastebasket just now..." Xia Xiqing suddenly remembered that there was indeed a piece of waste paper the size of a memo, and it was the handwriting of that teenage child!

He walked over, got down on one knee and found the piece of paper. Although Shang Sirui still didn't understand the situation, he also stepped forward, got close to Xia Xiqing and read out the information written on the torn memo.

"Dad, the pen you gave me fell under the bed, but I can't reach it, can you help me find it?"

Pen?

Zhou Ziheng came over and knelt directly on the ground to check the bottom of the bed, but the bed seemed to be solid, with wooden cabinets on all sides, and there was no space under the bed at all.

Xia Xiqing tapped the wooden surface.

Not real.

The moment he stood up, he saw a camera placed at the foot of the bed, and he was even more sure of what he was thinking, "We have to move this bed."

"Really or not?" Shang Sirui was a little skeptical, "No, I think ha, are there any other clues? It feels like a pen... and there is so much information in the memo..."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head and asked, "Is this piece of paper in the memo?"

Shang Sirui didn't react, "No, isn't this torn off?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "So... if you were the owner of this memo, why would you tear off a page of it?"

After listening to his question, Shang Sirui folded his arms and thought for a while, "If you tear it up...there are many possibilities, for example, it is useless, ah, but I feel that the entire memo is useless...for example, I don't want to be seen by others. To...?" He suddenly got what Zhou Ziheng meant, snapped his fingers and pointed at him, "He doesn't want to be seen!"

Zhou Ziheng smiled with the expression that you have finally come to your senses.

Xia Xiqing lifted one side of the bed by himself, and was about to ask for help, but found that the size of the bed was surprisingly light, and he could lift half of it by himself.

Sure enough, it's a tool...

The three moved the bed without much effort. There were no marbles under the bed, just a box. To be precise, it is a safe with two lines of password fields, each of which needs to be placed with four numbers.

There is a rose on the box, and there are four tiny leaves on the branch.

"Wow, I feel like I was accidentally covered by two kings." Shang Sirui picked up the box excitedly, entered the password according to the answer calculated by the computer before, and the safe opened with two taps. .

Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly, didn't Bronze enter the king's game by mistake?

Zhou Ziheng looked at his smile on the side, he was simply doting on Shang Sirui, he probably didn't really like Sirui.

A complete misunderstanding.

"The key!" Shang Sirui was overexcited, he took out the key at once, and didn't care about anything else, "Finally, I can go out from this room."

However, Xia Xiqing found that there was also a document bag in the box. He opened the document bag and found a property transfer power of attorney. His expression became cold, and he put the document bag aside.

Zhou Ziheng leaned against the wall with his chest folded, observing the expression on Xia Xiqing's face, which was his favorite thing to do as an actor. He thought it was strange that Xia Xiqing didn't hide his expression just now, obviously he was such a cautious person.

"Is there anything else inside?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

Actually there is. Xia Xiqing looked at the password box, and there was an empty case of medical records in it. "It seems to be stuck in the case." and age."

Shang Sirui glanced at him inexplicably. He didn't have much interest. For him, walking out of this room was equivalent to completing the task. He took the key and inserted it directly into the lock on the door of his room, "The key is right, you can Turn!"

"Be careful." Zhou Ziheng said, "It doesn't matter whether you are an enemy or a friend outside the door."

Xia Xiqing smiled lightly, glanced lazily at Zhou Ziheng, and the two looked at each other again.

Not necessarily inside the door, let alone outside.

The author has something to say: popular science: [number of four-leaf roses]

This number with a nice name is actually a "self-power number". As the name implies, self-power means that the n-th power of each digit (one's place, ten's place...) of this n-digit number adds up to this number. itself.

For example, when n=3 (that is, the power of three digits), 1x1x1 5x5x5 3x3x3=153, and this 153 is the power of three digits. However, the name exponentiation sounds...too mathematical, so it has some cute aliases, the most famous of which is the three-digit exponentiation number - the daffodil number.

This is very interesting. You may be wondering, with so many kinds of flowers, why do you have to choose daffodils? This starts from an ancient Greek myth story. The river god and the fairies had a peerless beautiful boy Narcissus. All fairies would fall in love with him. The most beautiful one had a tragic fate. In order to punish him, the moon god, right He imposed a curse that made him fall in love only with himself. So one day he came to the river and saw his own reflection, and the curse came true. He died by the river, which was full of daffodils.

So daffodils represent narcissism. Three-digit exponents are also called daffodil numbers.