Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1952 A Child's Gift

"Exit,"

The male college student said lightly, "It's in room 102."

Lin Sanjiu stood on the spot with a plastic bag in her hand; she didn't realize that she hadn't expected the other party to answer the question directly until the answer was rashly stuffed to her.

"102, the man who lives..." She paused, and changed her words: "Child?"

The male college student smiled and tapped his temple with one hand.

"A child is in his 30s," he said, "It seems to be some kind of disease. The mental age can't keep up with the physical age. He always said that his mother would not let him open the door to outsiders. Saying good things for a long time...I once gave his family a gift, thinking about having a good relationship with him. Since then, I have been going in and out smoothly."

Lin Sanjiu watched him reach out to pick up the plastic bag, and handed it over in a daze. He knows that saying this will send himself away... Does he have no intention of deceiving people into the house? why? Was it because she was afraid that she would find out that room 206 was the exit of the apartment?

"The old man in room 104 said that there is someone on the second floor who always asks him to do things." She thought about it and asked, "Do you know who it is?"

"Do something? What do you do?" The male college student seemed to be wary, "I don't know. You won't want to do things for him, do you?"

Lin Sanjiu stared at him and gave a noncommittal "Well".

"Don't you," the male college student said, "It's fine if our residents usually do something to each other. You are an outsider, don't do the things they usually do every day for them."

"Why?" Lin Sanjiu asked immediately.

At this moment, the male college student weighed the bag in his hand and opened the plastic bag to take a look.

When he raised his head, somehow, Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered the bank robber with stockings on TV: the face was still the same, and the facial features were the same, but the expression on the face seemed to be slightly shifted. Moved, it's different.

"How can I explain it to you..." The male college student stepped back into the room and said, "I can show you a demonstration. I often play games at home. You come in and play a game with me, and you naturally know—"

Lin Sanjiu stretched his hand into the darkness, held the doorknob, and closed the door with a "dang".

The male college student's voice suddenly stopped; Gate 206 was plunged into the silent darkness, almost as if there had never been a resident.

Don't help residents do the things they usually do...

This thought was like a hand pushing her to walk quickly. When Lin Sanjiu quickly turned around and walked through the corridor, she completely ignored the female voice floating from room 208—"Who is going out? It's all from the neighbors, by the way. Help me walk the dog?"

She was almost reaching the top of the stairs, and there was a sound of opening a door in the dark corridor behind her. The female voice almost seemed to follow her behind her in small steps, wandering incessantly: "My dog ​​is very smart. If he recognizes his way, he can take you out by himself..."

If the place where she first stopped just now was not outside the door of room 206, but room 208...

The sweat in Lin Sanjiu's palm was on the flashlight, and it was a little slippery. She couldn't help but increase her strength to hold it, as if it were a lifeline.

It's not just a matter of truth and lies, conflicts, it seems that the "order" of obtaining information is also crucial; so she had better not do anything until all the information was obtained.

This also means that the time window for her to get out is narrower.

"There are still at most twelve or three minutes," Teacher Yi's voice was gripped tighter than her hand.

It took Lin Sanjiu less than ten seconds to return to the corridor on the first floor—this was not her maximum speed. At the usual distance, she took a few breaths at this time; she looked at the light from the door of No. 102, and found that the dark figure was still standing in place and hadn't moved.

Is it really here?

Lin Sanjiu didn't go up, but knocked on the door of Room 101 instead.

The male occupant of Room 101 seemed to be very cautious. He was the only one who neither unlocked the door nor opened the door for her; Lin Sanjiu had to pass in his question along the crack of the door.

"So you are looking for an exit," the man seemed to be clinging to the other side of the door panel and said, "This is my house."

Lin Sanjiu tightened his lips.

"But I don't think you are like a resident of this apartment. I can't just let strangers in." The man continued, "What are you here for?"

"I...I'm here to look for an agent to inspect the house." Lin Sanjiu said bitterly, "I can't get out now."

"Didn't your agency tell you where the exit is?" the man asked, "How is your agency's reputation, good or bad?"

Without knowing how to continue this conversation, Lin Sanjiu had to pretend to be a fool: "What do you mean?"

"There are two kinds of intermediaries, one with high credibility and one with low credibility." The man said in a tone that you don't even know this, "As the name suggests, those with high credibility only tell the truth, and those with low credibility only tell lies. What kind of agency did you look for?"

Lin Sanjiu was stunned, thought for a while, and replied, "The credibility is high."

The intermediary Xiao Xu must be in the category of "only telling the truth", otherwise he can't introduce the copy rules to Lin Sanjiu-no, what if the so-called copy rules are all lie?

No, that's not right. There is no obvious exit in this copy, and it can be seen from the residents' conversation that "exit" is the most important theme; based on her experience with so many copies, her goal task should be "find an exit".

At least the intermediary Xiaoxu did not lie on this point.

"That's okay. I guess he didn't tell you because he was negligent. The exit is at my house." While she was thinking, the man was still talking: "What are you going to do now? Come in and have a look or check with your agent. ?"

Is this person tricking himself into entering by retreating?

As soon as Lin Sanjiu refused, the man interrupted her: "I also understand your embarrassment. After all, the tenants, unlike the intermediary, we speak truthfully and falsely. Go to your intermediary, and then you will Come back and ask me to open the door."

"Does the residents speak true or false"?

Lin Sanjiu's heart jumped, and finally saw the mystery in front of him crack open for the first time.

If this sentence is false, then there are two inferences: first, the householder only tells the truth, which contradicts the premise and is impossible; second, the householder only tells the truth.

Judging from the prompts of the middle-aged woman, the sentence "the people in the apartment want to trick her into entering" is true-which means that the residents cannot just tell lies-which means that "the residents speak true and false "It must be a truth.

The man No. 101 provided three information points: one is that his home is an exit; the other is that there are two types of intermediaries in the apartment; and the third is that the residents speak true or false. It's a pity that Lin Sanjiu still can't tell whether the first and second points are true.

But she finally made a little progress—inspired by her, she crossed the corridor and knocked on the door of room 102.

"Big sister is here again," the adult man behind the door said sweetly.

Last time he didn't provide any information at all, this time Lin Sanjiu won't waste any more time.

"I'm looking for an exit." She asked bluntly, "Is your home?"

"Yes." said the male voice who pinched the voice of a child, "my home is the exit."

"How do you prove that your home is an export?" Lin Sanjiu didn't want to let him talk endlessly. "Many people say that their home is an export."

"Well, go and ask your agency," the adult boy said slowly, "I heard you say that your agency has a high reputation. If the reputation is high, he will only tell the truth, then he will I will tell you that my home is the exit..."

He literally took the same script as the man in room 101, and repeated the same point of information; if you go around this way, it is impossible to prove whether the key information of "two types of intermediaries" is true. .

Lin Sanjiu endured his irritability and said, "My agency has long since disappeared, so I can't ask."

"Hey, what should I do."

"If your house is an export, it should be a good proof?" She forced, "For example, you open the door and show me..."

The adult boy giggled twice. "Big sister, I said that my home is an exit, but I didn't say that I would open the door for you." He said, "My mother said, not let me open the door to outsiders. Even if I prove it, you believe me, I too Won't open the door for you."

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't break the door of the instance, Lin Sanjiu really wanted to kick him even the doorman to the ground.

"I don't care if you open the door or not," she gritted her teeth, "do you have a way to prove it?"

"Oh, I got it!" The adult boy and child's tone listened to the fake model, as if there had been a solution early in the morning, and he said it now. "You wait for me a moment."

"Hurry up, I don't have time." Lin Sanjiu said, and looked at the door in the corridor that she hadn't visited yet-if this guy is procrastinating for time, should she knock on someone else's door?

However, she did not expect that the other party would return soon, and this time a rustling sound rang from the crack of the door.

"I received a gift once, it was a Polaroid."

Lin Sanjiu's flashlight brightened the picture under the door where his head was gradually poking out. He heard him say, "I just took a picture of the exit."

I feel that I have been more than a month, and I am fully qualified to take a rest, and when I look at it again, it has only been five more days. Sorry, I am easy to swell.