(Foreword)

Thorns and bumps, but there is no hesitation.

(Text)

"But what does this have to do with the Tangde Group? Could it be that the luxurious restaurant is a restaurant owned by Tang De? But it's impossible, Tangde Group should have never operated a catering business. Tang Xin asked.

"That's right, that restaurant is indeed not owned by Tangde Group, so we didn't think of Tangde Group at first, but I accidentally saw the letter left by Mo Shanshuang."

"Letter? So what does it say? Tang Xin asked curiously, wondering what the relationship between Mo Rourou's younger brother and Tangde Group was.

"Forget it, there's nothing to say." Ink Rou didn't seem to want to go on.

Tang Xin saw that Mo Rou had no intention of continuing, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"I said you better hurry up and think about what is the way to get out of here." Changkong said helplessly.

"The environment around here is exactly the same, and it's impossible to find the location of the mechanism." Murong Feng said.

More than half an hour passed, and everyone made no progress at all.

Every rock on the wall has been carefully searched, but no clues have been found related to the stone door. There was a hint of helplessness on everyone's face, as if the fields were waiting for a hearty rain after a long drought.

The whole labyrinth is made up of many concentric circles, one ring after another, endless.

"I said, didn't your family build the labyrinth for generations? Then you should be able to find the location of the mechanism? Besides, when you were in the reference room, didn't you still find a reference book? Ink Rou asked.

"It's true that our family has built labyrinths for generations, but I haven't built them, and as I said before, I'm not very qualified among my peers, so I can't help now." Changkong said ashamedly.

He held the book on the labyrinth in both hands and looked helpless.

This book was not only a birthday present from his grandfather, but also gave him high hopes.

When he was a child, he got lost in the odd array, and everyone else walked out smoothly, only he stayed in it alone, Changkong felt the same no matter how he walked, just when he was at a loss, he suddenly remembered the birthday gift his grandfather gave him, and soon he found the answer, the so-called mirror array is that the person who created the maze created two identical mazes in front of him, and these two identical mazes are connected in only one place, but there is only one exit from the maze, in this case, When entering the labyrinth, Changkong took out a pen and paper again, drew the path he had traveled on it, and sure enough, he got two almost identical labyrinths.

And the only difference is the exit from the labyrinth, when Changkong came out, it was already dark, everyone had already dispersed, only Grandpa was waiting for Xiao Changkong. “

"How's it going, isn't the maze hard?" Grandpa asked.

"It's not difficult, I'll definitely build a maze even more powerful than this." Changkong said with a smile.

If it were someone else, he would definitely sneer: "I can't help myself." But Grandpa didn't laugh at Changkong, but said very seriously: "I think you must be able to." ”

"Really?" Sky was overjoyed.

Changkong feels ashamed when he thinks about it now, until now, he has not realized the ideals of that time, let alone a labyrinth that has been passed down through the ages like an ancient labyrinth, even some small labyrinths have never been built, and some people of his age are even maze masters.

"Look at the cracks in these rocks, they look similar, but there are some subtle differences." Tang Xin's observation skills have always been outstanding. When he was in school, he was always able to find out the details that ordinary people didn't notice and solve problems. From this point of view, this ability is something that neither Ouyang Yu nor Murong Feng has.

"I said these cracks don't all look the same, what's the difference?" Murong Feng looked carefully at the cracks on the wall, but didn't find anything different.

The cracks in the rocks on the walls vary in depth, and it seems that each rock has its own lines. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to spot it.

"What's so strange about this, every rock can't be exactly the same, and the cracks on it won't be the same." Mo Rou said disapprovingly.

"You're right, but the maze is not the same as the general building, the materials of the building are generally adapted to local conditions, and the selection of materials for the maze is very particular, sometimes even the patterns on the floor tiles will be exactly the same, not to mention the cracks on the wall." Changkong said.

"That's right, when I was in school, Professor Wang said in class that the construction of the maze is very particular, and the more exquisite the maze design, the more careful it is, and there is absolutely no slightest deviation." Tang Xin added.

"Professor Wang also said such things, why don't I remember?" Murong Feng said.

"Have you ever listened carefully in class? You can remember, that's weird. Tang Xin said.

"Even if you're right, is there anything special about the cracks in this rock? Isn't it possible that we can figure out a way out of here as long as we figure it out? "Ink Rou's main concern now is when can she leave this labyrinth?

"I think this should be the key to unlocking this maze, but it will take some time, and I don't know what these cracks do." Tang Xin looked at the cracks in the rock.

"If you say it, you don't say it, and after a long time, there are still no clues." Ink Rou said disappointedly.

"We can try to draw these cracks on paper and then see what's so special." This suggestion from Changkong is very good.

So Tang Xin and the others began to draw the cracks on the rocks on paper.

After drawing these cracks on the paper, you can use them to compare or stitch them together, which is very helpful for solving puzzles. Adventurers usually carry a notebook with them to write down important clues or graphics, so that they can easily view them when they need them.

Tang Xin looked at the crack patterns drawn on the paper, pondered, and didn't know what these figures meant for a while.

Ouyang Yu looked at his drawings from the side, not saying a word. I don't know if he has thought of a way, or is looking for a way, while the others are constantly searching for new clues on the rocks of the labyrinth.

(End of chapter)