C5 Seven-path Maze

I sat on the balcony and forced myself to think again.

When I got home, there were three strange things that happened,

The weird father and son of the Uncle Wang.

— Different photos.

— Can't see my security CP.

From the reasoning of the second and third years, I must be a ghost. However, the security officer's question and Uncle Wang's shoulder had proven that I was a human being, so I came to the opposite conclusion.

I was alive, but maybe insane. The face I kept looking at in the mirror was not my real face, it was my own face. Uncle Wang might have been sent by a mental hospital to arrest me. But even insanity doesn't affect the security guards seeing me. It doesn't make sense.

From the deductions from the first three, Uncle Wang's downstairs security guards and Auntie Dog-walking were both in the same group. They wanted to capture me, who had hallucinations, and bring me back to the mental hospital.

But if you want to arrest me, you just have to break down the door and come in. Either do it right when I first came into the neighborhood, or call the police to arrest me. I can't fight any of them.

Especially Uncle Wang, I wasn't on guard against him at all. If he wanted to attack me, she could just casually punch me in the elevator and I would fall.

Why don't you just arrest me and wait for me to come home, lock the door, and then wait outside?

What would happen to me before and after I got home?

I looked at my hands. The only thing I had more than before I entered was a few of my father's clothes. I turned them back and forth.

Could it be that the Uncle Wang father and son were the legendary inner sect great thieves?

But isn't underwear robbers only collecting lacy underwear from little girls? Why do they like to collect old clothes worn by other men?

If he wanted my dad's clothes, wouldn't he just take my keys out of the house or knock me down when I open the door?

The wardrobe wasn't locked, so he could take whatever he wanted.

But when I got out of the elevator and headed home, he didn't come out with me.

A terrible thought flashed through my mind. Could it be that he couldn't get what he wanted, that I was the only one who could?

With a flash of inspiration, I hastily ran back to my room.

In the seven-path maze on the ground, there were seven colored balls. Adding the transparent balls, there was a total of eight balls.

The difference between this and the mini version that Shuyue gave me is that if the mini version goes wrong, it can be pushed back. But the seven-path maze on the floor, every ball is embedded in the groove of the maze's tunnel, unable to be taken out.

In other words, there was only one chance to get through the maze, and if he didn't, the ball would be stuck there forever.

Shuyue sent me a message to tell me not to understand, it might be to remind me that this maze is one-time use, I can't turn back.

I lay on my stomach and looked at the hole in the middle of the maze. It was pitch black, as if there was something there.

He knocked on the floor. It was hollow.

I sat on the ground and looked at the Maze Seven.

Shuyue's worries were obviously unnecessary.

My highest record is that five colored balls have been undone in half a year, but now there are seven random colored balls in the maze.

This was two more than the highest record. Don't underestimate these two. The complexity of the game had increased by at least 200 times.

Not to mention letting me undo it now, even if I were to stay here for another ten years, with my IQ, it would still be impossible to undo it.

In the novel, when the main character discovers a powerful skill in a crisis, turning a defeat into a victory is a lie. Science has shown that not only does a sense of crisis not excite your IQ, it also reduces it to zero.

There was no reason for Shuyue to not know about this.

Furthermore, she had also said that the method of clearing the seven colored balls had long been lost. What could a middle school student who had never qualified in algebra do when he was unable to solve a puzzle that even a professor at an American University could solve?

In a situation where Shuyue clearly knows that I can't open it, yet she left a message for me not to, what does that mean?

No solution, no solution.

Was he trying to tell me that this maze didn't need to be unlocked?

I suddenly remembered a story I'd seen in the toilet reading.

There is a locksmith who claims to be the world's most powerful locksmith, there is no door he cannot open.

One day, the king's messenger came to inform him that the king had hired the finest craftsmen to build him a door, the most complicated lock in the world, and that the king had invited the locksmith to try his door. If he opened the door, he would receive a thousand boxes of gold, but if he couldn't open the door, his head would fall off.

The locksmith came to the door and started opening it with his tools. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye …

He never heard the familiar click of a lock being unlocked.

The locksmith was sweating profusely. Just no sound.

It was dark and he had to kowtow to the king, but the king smiled.

The king rose and walked slowly to the finely crafted door. He pushed it open.

The king had not locked the door at all.

As I thought of this, I dug my fingers into the hole in the middle of the maze and tried to lift it up.

Vin, silk, no, moving.

Hehe, I was really too naive.

I stood up and looked around. There were obvious signs of life in the room.

On the nightstand was a half-read book, an unwashed coat draped over a chair, and a glass of water on the table.

Photos of this strange girl are all over the walls, just like me, dressed in the same clothes, playing like a doll, reading the same book, being carried in my arms by mom and dad just like me …

But she spent ten years with my parents.

Maybe every time Mom refused to come to see me, it was to take her out to play. Maybe every time Dad didn't answer my phone, he just took her to the movies.

If I really am a burden to this family, you can tell me Mom and Dad.

Why lie to me?

As he thought about it, his tears started to flow uncontrollably.

The little girl in the picture, as if she despised me, turned her head away.

Suddenly this turn of the head caught my attention.

Some of them were big and some were small. Some of them were long and some were close-ups. However, this girl's face was always tilted to the left.

Some turned their faces to the left, some tilted their heads slightly to the left, and some, though not turning their heads, turned their eyes to the left as well.

I followed her directions and walked slowly to the left side of the wall.

As I neared the end of the wall, a headless portrait of the body appeared in my line of sight.

It was a red neckerchief. After each child became a Young Pioneer, he or she would go to a photographic studio to take a picture of him or her, which was especially popular in the 1990s.

Her face was in the picture, looking straight ahead, not pointing.

As I slowly stepped back, I noticed that she was looking from all over the wall, from all directions, in the direction of the red scarf.

Each photo had a different scene, age, and landscape. Thus, it was not obvious at first glance. One had to be extremely careful to be able to detect it.

The red cravat was staring at the opposite bookshelf.

I turned to the bookcase.

What the girl was looking at was the Lucky Cat bank on the bookshelf.

A white fat Japanese cat holding a big gold coin, as long as you put the coin in its mouth, it will play cat hand.

I picked up the piggy bank and found a thin string attached to the back. He pulled with all his strength, and there was only a "ka la" sound.

The marble labyrinth on the floor spun.

It opened.

The marble slab had been lifted a crack and contained a paper packet and a piece of torn paper.

It was written on the paper: "Put the maze back, the package will be opened after meeting Shuyue."

It was his father's handwriting.

The other diagram is actually our family's blueprint.

I wrapped the package and Dad's clothes in plastic bags and put them in my schoolbag. I covered the marble slab with its original cover, turned it slightly, and it stuck with a click. There was not a single gap.

The maze was originally filled with dents and grooves, so no one could tell that one of the grooves was a lid.

I suddenly understood.

The design of this mechanism had a preconceived concept.

If a thief were to steal something, he would definitely have two thoughts when he discovered the maze and saw that there was something underneath it:

First of all, this maze was definitely equivalent to a secret system of the things below. One needed to unlock the maze to be able to obtain the things inside.

Second, this thing was very valuable, so it had to be insured in such a complicated manner.

Then he would find out that the characteristic of the Maze was a one-way mechanism that could only be used once.

In other words, if you take a wrong step, or if you don't go in the right order, you won't be able to take out the following items.

Unfortunately, the burglar protection system below will automatically activate the burnout system, or automatically alert the police.

If this thief really valued the items below, he definitely wouldn't take the risk.

If my deduction is correct, the reason why the Uncle Wang outside didn't come in and had to wait for me to come out, is because if it wasn't for me, then it would be useless for him to come in.

Because he doesn't know how to remove this thing.

The Uncle Wang must have known about this maze long ago, furthermore she should have found out what the hell this was long ago.

It was very easy to find the Maze of the Seven Roads, and he was sure that he could find out that the method to solve this Maze was lost.

But he must not believe that it could not be undone, because it was illogical, because no one would use a lock without a key, a lock on his treasure. As long as there was this maze, there would definitely be someone who could solve it.

So he might have found out, after some investigation, that I was going to play in the maze, since I used to brag about it with my own mini-edition.

I came back in a hurry after my father died.

So he deliberately opened this room, which was normally locked, before I went home, in case I didn't know there was a maze here, and lured me in.

The best thing was that if I unlocked it, he could knock me out and take my bag with him.

If I hadn't solved the maze, the next step would have been to force me to come back.

I don't think that even in her dreams, Uncle Wang would even think of opening the complete version of the Maze of the seven colored balls.

Right now, there really was no one in this world who could solve this mystery.

The MIT professor has published a paper saying there's no solution, so why can't you believe in science?

I just said that this was a presumptuous miscalculation, and the key to opening the treasure chest has nothing to do with this maze.

It was hidden in the most obvious photos.

I suddenly felt a little puzzled, as if this clue had been custom-made for me.

Other than me, no thief would stare hard at a picture of a child on the wall!

I'll take a closer look. Because I'm the one who cares about her the most.