After being spotted by the NPC boss, I blew up the system

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Qin Mo went to open the window himself, then leaned against the bed and made a "please" gesture.

From a distance, Qi Yan waved the cards and flew them out.

The pitch-black piece of paper just stuck to the air outside the window, but it instantly turned into light spots as if sucked into a shredder.

If his guess is wrong, he will be completely disqualified from entering the study.

The thought flashed through his mind as the black fragments slowly fell.

Also just flashed.

Two seconds later, the eardrum picked up a string of syllables.

[Boom, boom, boom...]

coming!

[La... la la~ la la la... la——]

The singing of boys and girls echoed in the corridor, and the immature but cold voices slowly approached.

There was nothing in Qi Yan's hands, so he could only tear off the bed sheet from under Qin Mo's body, and twist it a few times in his hand.

The door was pushed open gently.

He just stood in front of the window calmly, with his hands behind his back.

Here are two puppets.

It was very different from the one on the lobby door on the first floor, both wearing well-fitting clown suits.The bright red paint stained the cheeks and the tip of the nose, and the smile was exaggerated.

The doll twisted its neck, tilted its head and smiled at Qi Yan: [Not good...]

It's not your turn to say you're not good.

Qi Yan smiled back, sideways avoiding the flying cards, the red card body had a few hairs cut off, and was crushed by the air outside the examination room.

Almost at the same time as dodging, he lowered his center of gravity and squatted, swept his legs, stood up, and put on a sack, his smooth movements outlined a beautiful body line.

Qin Mo wanted to open the control panel a little bit, so he couldn't record videos, but at least kept a few photos.

Because within a few minutes, Qi Yan picked up a broken puppet and walked to the window.

The little guy tried to struggle to no avail and decided to play dead.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the hand that strangled the back of the neck said, "Three seconds, if you don't take it out, I will throw you out."

"Ahem, handing it over is better than being forced to commit suicide." Look, is this what the questioner should have said? !

The clown puppet heard the sound and spit out a red card.

Qi Yan let go of it, and let go of the other one wrapped in the sheet by the way.

A black and white clown is printed on the playing card in the palm of his hand.

Sure enough.

Blood red in a hand with sharp joints, dazzling

The person on the bed has a sore eye.

He was a little curious about what this little champion looked like before he entered the system.

In military uniform?Police uniform?Or a suit?

or……

He raised his eyelids and looked at the loose gray sweater on his body.

Or a street gangster is also good-looking.

"I'll be leaving first, Harry's burning a little bit." This time Qi Yan reluctantly greeted her, then put down the bed sheet and left.

"En." Qin Mo tapped the bedside table with his finger, and after watching the person leave, he saw two puppets jumping in cautiously.

He reached out to catch one of them, and brought it to his eyes: "Who says he's not good?"

Occasionally, it is still very well-behaved.

·

All the candidates in Room 02 wiped off a cold sweat.

From the appearance of the strange sound to the complete disappearance, it only took about 10 minutes.

I don't know if that one succeeded in catching ghosts.

"If Qi Yan gets the clown card, in order to catch up with the progress, the red card candidates have to go into the study together." It was Hua Xue who said this.

The reason is obvious, but everyone is a little hesitant.

"...Then, what if that one doesn't come back?" The curly-haired girl didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Hey, who said you can't come back?!" Li Jize cut her off, and then suppressed his anger: "I said Miss, can't we hope for something better?"

Seeing that no one expressed his opinion, he simply straightened his legs and raised his voice: "If you want me to say, just follow what Sister Xue said, anyone with a red card who wants to go, just get ready first."

The red card candidate was already in a mess.

Follow that boss, you may die.

Don't follow, if you are left behind by others, you will die if you don't have an answer.

It's all about death...

"Who is the red card? I'll change it." The words were loud, and the black poker was thrown to the center of the carpet.

Everyone looked down - 3 of spades.

The first serial number in the night

"...I'll change!" The crying girl raised her trembling hand and took out her own card while the others were still hesitating.

From the bottom of his heart, Li Jize felt that he was naked now, and he was embarrassed to say that he disliked her "J of Diamonds", so he put the cards in his pocket smartly.

Qi Yan knocked on the door when his tail was up to the sky.

"Whoever wants to go will follow, and the others will stay and take care of Harley." The person didn't come in, so he only said lightly.

Is it so democratic?

A few worried people listened, but they really didn't go out.

In the end, there were only four people who came to the entrance of the study.

In front of the locked carved wooden door, there is still the chair and the reference officer in the white shirt squatting on the chair.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he narrowed his slender eyes and looked at the few people in front of him: "Candidates who repeat grades, cursing brats, girls with short hair... There is also a wounded person."

Qi Yan pretended that he did not exist.

Li Jize didn't understand why there were still Level [-] candidates.

Hua Xue handed over the cards with a cold face.

The sick number refers to the warrior with the window closed, with gauze wrapped around his head, seeing that everyone doesn't like to talk to the reference staff, he doesn't speak.

The reference officer shrugged, took the cards one by one, and stuffed them into the card reader.

[drop--]

The door is open.

What caught the eye was a bright corridor.

On both sides of the corridor are neat oil paintings.

What is incredible is the content of the oil painting.

On the left and right sides, there are all the same church-like buildings.

A total of 24 pieces, exactly like copying and pasting.

Their style is more weird. — Only red, black, and white were used.

"Let's go." Qi Yan started, and the people behind finally stopped being timid and followed closely.

At the end of the corridor, there is another door.

An unsmiling reference officer sat on the chair in front of the door, and he didn't make any trouble, but just pushed open the bright red door. "please."

·

The warrior who closed the window said that his name is Liu Ran, and he is burning.He used to be a lockpicker, but later a group of kidnappers arrested him to open the safe of a wealthy businessman, and the den was seized by the police before the password was opened.

Later, I finally explained clearly that I was a victim, but I was too emotional and accidentally opened the handcuffs.

"I'll go, there's something wrong!" Li Jize flipped through the books on the wooden shelf, not sure if it was a compliment or not.

Liu Ran sat cross-legged on the carpet, arranging the piles of books that had been brought down. "I'm really puzzled. I thought the candidates were all like us. It's impossible for you, a student, to commit crimes?"

Still committing crimes?It grew so big that it never crossed a red light.

Suddenly curious, he turned to look at Qi Yan. "Brother Qi, aren't you a criminal with a high IQ in the novel? Or a member of an internationally wanted gang?"

Qi Yan put down the brick-thick red book, and picked out another thicker one. "no."

"Really?" The other party giggled and asked again: "You and that reference officer seem to have a good relationship. Could it be that he is an artificial intelligence like him?"

The amount of information is quite large.

But when it comes to artificial intelligence, Qin Mo and Qi Yan really mean something.Regardless of appearance, physical fitness or knowledge reserve, they all compete with machines.

Besides, their relationship...

"En." Qi Yan nodded slightly.

"... Are you kidding me? Brother Qi."

"Yeah." He nodded again.

People can't tell the truth from the fake.

That person could only give up Qi Yan and go to Hua Xue instead. "Sister Xue? What did you do before?"

The girl tied up her cuffs and tilted her head to look at him: "Bandits."

"...Sister, you have learned badly from Brother Qi."

Li Jize pouted, and obediently ran back to work.

Over there, Liu Ran began to complain again: "English, German, Chinese, and... I don't know what kind of tadpole language. This antique dealer is really educated."

"Let me see." Qi Yan walked over and asked for "Tadpole Wen".

He glanced roughly at half of the book, then raised his head: "Find out all the books in this language."

As Ran Qinqin said, the room is connected by three rooms.The large space is a bit like a small library, and the books in it are even more complicated.

When they come in, they don't know where to start.

"Brother Qi, there seem to be all the bookshelves here." Li Jize swallowed.

"Wait." Qi Yan put down the book, turned around and glanced around.

"What's wrong?" The other two gathered together.

"I seem to have seen this kind of writing somewhere." He had a vague impression.

It took a long time to spit out two words: "oil painting."

The oil paintings in the hall on the first floor, six collaged oil pots, and a string of similar words in the lower right corner.

"If you say that, it may be a signature."

"That means the native language of the antique dealer may not be English or German."

"Which country the antique dealer is from has something to do with the time of his death...?"

"not sure."

"There seems to be something behind the book?!"

The three hurriedly took out an iron box from the bookshelf.

"It's a safe." Qi Yan squatted down and turned the side of the combination lock to Liu Ran.

The lockpicking expert waited for more than ten minutes, sat down on the ground sweating profusely, lived up to everyone's expectations, and judged: "This thing is an antique."

Added: "...at least three days to open."

Qi Yan pursed her lips and asked seriously: "Is three hours enough?"

"It seems... no." Liu Ran was absolutely sure.

"Eight-digit password."

In addition to professional technology and violent opening, there must be other information.He looked up at the bookshelf taller than a person, and pulled out another book.

"What do you think this is? You can't even read it." Li Jize was dejected, and ran to find the Chinese version of the book.

Qi Yan carefully read the book for two hours, sorted out the categories he knew, and divided them into five or six categories.

When he has no clue, his mind wanders.

He thought of the paintings in the lobby, and the two rows in the hallway.

It was later discovered that there was a typo in the book.

More precisely, it should be a comment.

He rubbed the pages of the book with his fingertips, and suddenly felt that the thing in his hand should not be called a "book".

"Notes." That's right.

"Although there are more illustrations than words, I still can't understand it." Li Jize shouted.

"It's fine if you don't understand it." Qi Yan closed the book, "Because what you are holding is not a book, but an engineering drawing."

He went straight to the desk and rummaged through to find a rusty pen.Write a string of numbers on the tablecloth.

The three of them leaned together again.

Seeing the smoldering ink, it is "1850".

"What is this? Not enough passwords?"

Qi Yan wrote again, explaining: "It's the meaning of a clown."

"What, what?"

"It's not philosophy, it's not size. It's time," he replied.

Taking advantage of their confusion, they asked again: "Do you know where we are staying now?"

"examination room?"

"It's the hometown of mermaids."

For no reason, they always felt that Qi Yan showed a trace of respect.

And under the tip of his pen is another string of numbers. ——19441002.

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