The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi acted as if she was praying devoutly. Seeing how curious she was, Ding Hong smiled helplessly and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I'll tell you later. You did guess a few points correctly: the number of glass, screen walls, courtyards, and hidden exits. Although you only know the principles and haven't really cracked them, it's already very impressive. Another key point is the thickness of the wall. For example, if you look closely at the screen wall, you can find that it is thin on one side and thick on the other..."

"So that's it!" An Yi's eyes flashed with inspiration, and he stood up to find out what was going on. However, Ding Hong held his shoulder with his magic hand and he couldn't move. An Yi looked at his boss pitifully, and was about to say that he had rested well, but Ding Hong shook his head and gave him a stern look that was full of warning: "Don't even think about listening to me if you don't listen!"

An Yi immediately sat on the stone bench in an orderly manner, even pursing his lips tightly to prove that he would absolutely remain quiet!

"It's not just that wall. All the walls are designed like this. Of course, you can only adjust the direction slightly in this way to avoid being discovered. This includes the use of glass in the corridor and the diagonal placement of the surrounding scenery. Therefore, in comparison with the reference objects, it seems that you are walking in a straight path, but in fact the direction has changed unconsciously."

"What a huge project!" An Yi exclaimed.

“It’s bigger than you think.”

"what?"

"There are more than two courtyards here, and the corridor you walked through repeatedly is not the same one."

"How come? I marked it!"

Ding Hong smiled but did not answer. Seeing that An Yi was full of energy and in high spirits, he knew that if he did not take her to see for himself, he would not be able to calm her cheerful mood. So he stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to solve the case."

I was waiting for you to say this! An Yi stood up quickly, so agile that she didn't need any help. Pretending not to see the hand the boss held out to her, she walked towards the corridor first, not forgetting to turn around and say, "Boss, I scratched a mark on the pillar with my fingernail, it's right there!"

Ding Hong was not embarrassed to withdraw his unnecessary arm. It would be strange if An Yi really held it. He raised his head and squinted for a moment, nodded slightly, as if to confirm something, and then walked over leisurely.

Seeing the boss walking steadily, An Yi couldn't hurry him, so he had to go up to him and give him directions. Ding Hong took a closer look at the shallow mark: "First, we need to confirm: are the marks you see every time the ones you made?"

"Of course, I checked them all!"

"I believe you checked it, so listen to my question: Are they all the ones you drew?"

An Yi pondered for a moment but still couldn't understand: "It should be, the location is the same, the length and depth are the same. Now that I think about it, I didn't look at it very carefully. But I was the only one here before, could someone make the same mark by such a coincidence? Impossible!" He pondered again the boss's words "the corridor is not the same"...

"Or maybe when I made the marks, the pillars of other corridors were also scratched? The positions are the same, exactly the same? That's weird!" Fear suddenly rose in his heart. Could there really be some supernatural event? A chill ran down his back, and An Yi rushed to Ding Hong without thinking, looking around in panic.

Ding Hong turned his head to look at this funny scene, but his smile turned into regret before it started: It's rare that you take the initiative to lean on me for protection, how can I let go easily? A breeze blew by, disturbing An Yi's long hair. Ding Hong raised his hand as if it had become a habit, gently picked up the strands of black hair and put them back on his shoulders, and the small and soft earlobe disappeared and reappeared. He felt his throat tighten, forcing his breathing to stagnate for a moment, and he struggled to suppress the sudden impetuousness in his heart. But the other party was so frightened that he didn't notice it, allowing him to silently stare at her beautiful profile. He sighed that he could only lie in wait like a hunter, waiting for her to let down her guard and willingly approach him. He had foreseen how difficult and slow this process would be, but he was willing to go through it, giving An Yi plenty of time to see her heart clearly and giving himself enough time to weigh it again and again.

An Yi, if I can, I will not disturb your life or mess up my heart, if I can, if I can...

"Boss, please reveal the secret! I have a very poor tolerance for things. Oh, I'm already scared!" An Yi became more and more frightened the more she thought about it. Similar plots from various immortal cultivation books and even horror movies popped into her memory. She grabbed the corner of Ding Hong's clothes and trembled. The cowardice and anxiety in her voice were so clear that even she could hear it clearly, but she couldn't control herself.

A sneer came from the direction above his head, which made An Yi angry but also relieved, indicating that the boss was confident. So he turned around and looked up at the man who was pursing his lips, almost asking for help, with a stubborn look that would not give up until he got an answer.

"You! How did you decide to come in when you are so timid?" Ding Hong mocked again, but he could no longer hide the smile in his eyes. Without waiting for An Yi to argue, he began to solve all the puzzles for her step by step: "How about doing an experiment?"

"How to do it?"

"Put this ring on the windowsill next to the scratch and see if it's still there. Let's go!" He took off a platinum ring on his index finger, put it away and strode forward. An Yi followed closely behind him: "Boss, that ring must be very valuable. Will it be lost?"

"will not."

An Yi stopped reminding him, thinking that he was just a drop in the bucket to his boss and that he had fulfilled his duties as an assistant.

The yard was not big, and the corridor was not long. After a few minutes, they successfully found the scratch. But where was the ring? Oh my God! If it wasn't lost, then this was another corridor as the boss said?! After carefully looking at the scratch, they still couldn't tell any difference.

"This time, let it go." Ding Hong took off an exquisite metal cufflink from his cuff and continued walking forward as before.

"Oh my God! How many corridors are there? But there are scratches here too!" When An Yi came to the corridor again and saw that there was neither a ring nor cufflinks, she was no longer panicked because her brain had been numbed by shock.

"Three."

"Three?" An Yi was not doubting the answer given by the boss, but doubting her own ears. Slowly walking to the end of the corridor and stepping into the small courtyard, she looked around at the rooms and their layout with increasing vigilance: "How many rooms are there in this courtyard?" An Yi muttered to herself. She walked to the corner, picked up a small stick, bent down silently, and drew on the ground, thinking about the design of this maze.

Ding Hong did not disturb her, but stood aside and watched silently. After a moment, a smile of approval appeared on his lips, and he walked to An Yi's side, held her hand, and led the direction of the branch drawing. An Yi instinctively wanted to dodge to the side, and handed the branch to the boss alone.

"Don't move if you want to know the answer." A whisper came in his ear, and Ding Hong's hands did not stop moving. The amazing patterns drawn by the branches soon captured An Yi's attention, and he didn't even care about the differences between men and women.

Finally, a concise but unique design emerged. Helping An Yi to stand up, Ding Hong was worried that this woman would feel uncomfortable again if she kept lowering her head. After all, the weather was hot and humid, and they didn't bring any water with them.

"Boss," An Yi's eyes sparkled with joy, "this really opened my eyes! Not only is the design profound and mysterious, but the calculations must also be very precise! How the walls change from thin to thick to match the angles, and how the mirrors overlap and echo with the surrounding scenery. However, you haven't explained how the scratches I made with my fingernails can appear on different pillars? Is there any high-tech rubbing method used?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. This is not high-tech, it's just human effort."

"Manpower? Where will the people come from?"

"There have been people guarding this place for a long time. Your every move since you entered has been seen clearly, including your small movements when you made the mark. It must be a Taoist priest who wanted to scare you, so he got ahead of you and drew the same marks in several other similar locations, making you mistakenly think that there was a 'ghost wall'."

An Yi felt aggrieved: "Scare me? This is too scary!" Then he raised his voice: "Which Taoist priest are you? Please come out, we will meet and make friends. Meeting is fate, not to mention our fate is evil!"

She walked around the courtyard and shouted in a chivalrous manner, which made Ding Hong, who always had a high sense of humor, laugh out loud. He walked up to persuade her: "Okay! It's also the Taoist's duty to prevent outsiders from breaking in and making trouble. Besides, we have already shown mercy and have not used several traps."

"A mechanism? A sneak attack or a trap filled with nails?" An Yi opened his eyes wide in horror.

Ding Hong was helpless with this woman's wild imagination. He raised his hand and flicked An Yi's delicate and smooth forehead. "How could it hurt the body? That's illegal. It's just some small warning device."

"Oh~ I see." An Yi understood: "Then how can they see me? How did you find me so quickly?"

"Here, that pavilion."

"Pavilion?" An Yi looked in the direction the boss pointed. It turned out to be the pavilion she encountered after crossing the small bridge. From where they were standing and the height of the terrain, they could only see the top of the pavilion. Could it be... An Yi's mind changed: "Is there someone hiding in that roof? Or is there a surveillance camera installed?"

Ding Hong nodded and confirmed: "The Taoist priests on guard here used the monitoring equipment installed above. I climbed up directly to find you. There is a wooden ladder hidden in the big thick pillar in the middle of the pavilion. Climbing up, you can overlook the area for several miles."

"I still have a question: How did they get ahead of me? Is there a secret passage or secret room?"

"I've told you enough, don't ask any more questions. Aren't you afraid that people will kill you to silence you?" Ding Hong looked at An Yi, who shut up instantly after hearing this, with amusement: "Do you like martial arts novels?"

"It's okay. I saw a lot of it when I was a student."

"Your visit was not in vain! Those glasses are not only used for windows. The walls and scenery in this courtyard are also real and fake. They also use secret doors, secret passages and dark rooms to travel through the garden and other places. The cameras are scattered everywhere, hidden so that people can hardly find them."

An Yi was so surprised that she was speechless. She just stood there in a daze, trying to digest all the information her boss had deciphered for her.

You are cuter like this now! Ding Hong was enjoying An Yi's cute expression at this moment, but the desire and forbearance in the depths of his eyes were struggling hard.