The surging water pounded his body, and Li Weiyin curled up in a corner, and could feel his body temperature drop rapidly in this cold winter night.

He couldn't breathe and couldn't move. The water splashed onto the wall, accompanied by Liang Xuewen's heartbroken laughter.

It's too cold.

Li Weiyin tried to move his body to avoid the spray of the high-pressure water gun, but was shot in the head by the water jet, choked on a large mouthful of water, and lay on the ground coughing constantly, and his face gradually turned pale.

"Enough...... Lao Liang, if it goes on like this, it will really kill people. ”

Wang Dafu worriedly pressed Liang Xuewen and turned off the water valve. Liang Xuewen dropped the water gun, sat on the edge of the bed, crossed Erlang's legs, and lit a cigarette.

"This thing is so fucking easy to use, I should have thought of this way a long time ago."

Since the incident of Lan Silin's attack on the instructor, the academy has deliberately installed a high-pressure water cannon in the innermost boring room, intending to use it from time to time to spray the students who are imprisoned inside, so as to prevent the students from playing dead and eliminating the need to open the cage.

The coarse-grained concrete floor was full of potholes and water stains. There were no drainage holes in this place, and water flowed out of the fence gates everywhere. Li Weiyin fell to the ground, seemingly silent.

Seeing that he didn't move, Liang Xuewen kicked the cell door again irritably:

"Li Weiyin, don't play dead, get moving!"

Li Weiyin let out a gasp sound, turned over with difficulty, and lay down in the water.

He was in a trance, as if he was going to fall asleep at any time, but he kept pushing himself and refused to close his eyes.

The moonlight cast from the small window on the wall, and little by little as time passed, the bright moonlight cut by the fence gradually swam from the ground to the wall. Li Weiyin's gaze kept unconsciously staring at the moonlight on the wall, until a certain moment, his pupils contracted slightly.

He struggled to sit up. Turning his head to look outside the cell, Instructor Wang, who was in charge of the guards, was already lying on the bed and snoring. There was silence all around.

He dragged his tired body, leaned against the wall little by little, his fingers caressed the potholes on the wall, his lips trembled, he closed his eyes, and silently read in his heart.

Horizontal dot, dot, dot, horizontal......

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……

A few weeks ago.

"Calculated at the speed of a naked man, the time should be about the same, right?"

Mr. Demon took a sip of coffee and walked slowly to the boring room, he walked into the corner, dragged the unconscious Liang Xuewen out, closed the door of the boring room, fumbled out the bunch of keys, sat on the floor that was wiped clean, roughly measured the position of the outside light, and drilled a shallow hole in the wall with the key.

Then another shallow hole was made to the right of the hole.

Hit another one on the right.

Then, reverse the direction of the key and draw a horizontal line.

Mr. Demon is doing it very seriously, as if he is drawing. He was still humming:

“

The End of the Sky

Cape of the Sea

Half of the acquaintances are scattered

A pot of turbid wine is full of joy

Don't dream cold tonight

……

A pot of turbid wine is full of joy

Don't dream cold tonight

……”

After carving a long paragraph, Mr. Demon sat on the ground, crossed his legs, pinched his chin, and examined his work with interest, muttering:

And then ...... What would you do? Li Weiyin. ”

He suddenly stretched and took out two lenses from his pocket—they were taken from Liang Xuewen's broken glasses. He walked to the window, overlapped the two lenses, and slowly separated them, watched the image in the lens gradually flip, slowly narrowed his eyes, and looked up at the window.

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……

It's Morse code.

Li Weiyin easily confirmed this. The drill holes in the wall are shallow and new, and should have been left within two months. Extrapolating from the time, it is likely to be Lan Silin's handwriting.

After coming to this conclusion, Li Weiyin's heart sank slightly.

This is too abnormal.

If this is really what Lan Silin left behind, then who did he leave it to?

If this was really reserved for herself, it meant that Lan Silin had already begun to calculate herself long before she entered Kanglong Academy.

Let yourself find the first letter, the second letter, and even anticipate that you will play your cards out of common sense, take advantage of this to defeat yourself, and finally predict the existence of the "betrayer" and put yourself in prison......

If all of this really was all in Lan Silin's plan...... Is that kind of layout, that kind of wisdom, really something that human beings can have?

An extremely oppressive feeling burned in Li Weiyin's chest.

But he closed his eyes and instinctively began to ponder the meaning of those two lines of Morse code.

Each set of dots corresponds to an English letter, and the message left by Lan Silin is simple:

deathbed struggle.

"Dying throes".

Judging from the literal meaning of this sentence, it seems that Lan Silin had long expected that she would be locked up in a boring room, so she left such a sentence in advance to ridicule herself. With his character, this kind of thing may not be impossible to do.

But what if not?

What if this is actually an anagram?

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……

The day after he was locked up in the boring room, Li Weiyin's behavior began to become strange.

He did a lot of useless things: desperately shaking the impregnable iron fence, trying to tear it down, and rummaging through the boring room of less than ten square meters, as if looking for some tool that would help him escape. He even put his hand into the rat hole in the corner, but still found nothing.

These unusual behaviors made Instructor Wang, who was guarding the boring room, feel uneasy, and threatened him to use a high-pressure water gun more than once, and whenever he did so, Li Weiyin would restrain himself a little.

Instructor Wang always felt uncomfortable in his heart. All these actions are not the style of the taciturn "dumb" in his impression. Being able to hide under the nose of the academy for so many days, he left the impression of being cunning, capable and resolute. Thinking that this child, who was less than fifteen years old, had blinded Liang Xuewen in one eye by himself, Wang Dafu unconsciously felt creepy in his heart.

In the afternoon, Wang Dafu felt a spasm in his stomach and wanted to go to the lounge to relieve himself. He cautiously approached the fence gate, and after making sure there was nothing wrong with the lock, he pinned the large set of keys to his waist and left.

Li Weiyin, who was resting in the corner, immediately jumped up as soon as he walked on his front foot. Hurried over to the foul-smelling bucket by the wall, moved it to the window in the corner, and carefully stepped on the edge of the barrel, using it as a step, barely reaching the small window half a meter square.

As the Lance Morse code indicates, he tried every way he could get away with it, like a normal, dying man, and although he believed in his heart that it was all in vain, he could only gamble on it.

He bet that there was a mystery in Lan Silin's words, and this small window was the only place he hadn't checked.

He reached out and grabbed the railing of the window and shook it vigorously a few times, but the railing showed no signs of loosening. Li Weiyin's heart darkened slightly, and he felt a sense of loss that his hopes were shattered.

Just as he was about to jump off the bucket, his afterglow swept to the corner of the window, and he was stunned.

Outside the window, there are two old spectacle lenses.

Li Weiyin picked up the two spectacle lenses and put them in the sunlight to study them carefully.

It was just a very ordinary farsighted spectacle lens, which is commonly known as reading glasses, with a lot of dust on it, reminiscent of Lan Silin's attack on the instructor and Liang Xuewen's new pair of glasses afterwards, it is not difficult to guess that this is the spectacle lens left by Lan Silin and originally belonged to Liang Xuewen.

However, there is nothing strange about the spectacle lenses themselves, they are just two ordinary convex lenses.

When the concept of convex lens was formed in Li Weiyin's mind, his heart exploded like a thunderbolt. He pursed his lips tightly and said to himself in his heart: It can't be wrong.

He carefully pinched the two lenses, overlapped them, and slowly distanced them, one in front and one in the back, lowered his head and looked through the convex lens in front of him.

When the distance between the two lenses is pulled to a certain extent, the refracted image gradually distorts and the mirror image is reversed.

At the same time, it has also become bigger.

This is similar to the principle of a telescope.

He used the two crude lenses as binoculars, and looked carefully at the scenery outside the window, not leaving the slightest clue. He kept muttering in his mouth:

"Spray paint...... Painted ......"

When Lan Silin talked to the so-called "sister" on the day of the parents' visit, she once told her to remember to bring a few cans of spray paint with her next time.

At first, Li Weiyin did not understand Lan Silin's intentions. Until now, after connecting these seemingly unrelated clues, a vague idea has gradually taken shape in my mind.

Dying like an ordinary man - so he climbed on the ledge.

Then there was the "telescope", then the "spray paint".

Outside the window is a hill. Further away is the farmland, a large truck is parked on the dirt road, the driver got out of the car, and is in the middle of the ridge**. The view here is very open, but you can't see anything related to "spray paint".

After watching it for a while, Li Weiyin's heart became more and more anxious, it won't be long before Wang Dafu will come back, it is already afternoon at this time, and it will soon be dark, once it is dark, it is even more impossible for him to find useful clues in the darkness. He racked his brains and carefully observed every place he could see, but he couldn't find anything left behind by Lan Silin.

The driver in the distance relieved himself, smoked a cigarette, climbed into the big truck, stepped on the clutch with a bang, and drove away.

Li Weiyin's pupils contracted suddenly.

Just after where the big truck used to be, an abandoned white van was parked on the emergency stop strip.

The van was covered in dust, the license plate tires were removed, and the windshield was cracked.

In the upside-down image, the white body, covered with mud marks, was spray-painted with a few eye-catching large characters.

"You're totally losing".

Li Weiyin dropped his glasses and screamed hysterically.

He jumped off the bucket and rushed to the gate of the fence, punching and kicking the iron fence like crazy, hitting his head and biting with his teeth, and shattering his own teeth, as if he had completely lost his mind, and his whole body had completely collapsed.

He used to be hopeful. He had desperately sought the last clue that Lan Silin had left for him in the boring room. He thought he would be able to escape. Until the big red words written in red spray paint appeared in front of his eyes, it was like a bloody knife, slicing his heart fiercely. His mind kept echoing Lan Silin's tense and sometimes lightly raised face.

"What's going on...... What's going on?! ”

Instructor Wang, who hurried back, looked at Li Weiyin, who had suddenly gone crazy, and was taken aback, and shouted repeatedly:

"Li Weiyin! Stop me a little! Stop a little! Do you hear that? I'm going to spray you with a water gun!! ”

Li Weiyin was still shaking the iron fence frantically, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth kept saying:

"Die!! Die, die, die!! Damn it!! ”

"Die, Lan Silin!! Damn it!!!! ”

Instructor Wang looked around in a panic, gritted his teeth, picked up the high-pressure water gun on the ground, aimed at Li Weiyin and opened the water valve, and the powerful water column sprayed out from the water gun nozzle, and Li Weiyin's whole person was hit by the water column and fell backwards and hit the back of his head. As if he had lost his sense of pain, he got up like crazy, and crawled towards the fence gate little by little under the spray of the high-pressure water gun, and hit the door with his head, causing his head to bleed.

"Die!! Damn it!!!!! ”

Lan Celin is not needed.

Lan Celin is not needed.

He's on his own.

He wants to live.

He didn't want to die.

He didn't want to be locked up here.

There must be something else that can be done.

There must be something else that can be done.

There must be something else that can be done...... Rely on your own methods......

Li Weiyin was again swept down by a water gun. He struggled to crawl towards the wall, trying to find even the slightest prop that would help him escape, and he struggled to the bucket and pulled it down, the half-congealed manure poured out of himself and was washed everywhere by the water cannon. He held up the bucket and wanted to pour out all the manure inside, using the bucket to block the high-pressure water cannon. Instructor Wang gritted his teeth again and screwed the switch of the water valve to the maximum. Li Weiyin was rushed to the wall by a huge force and could not move.

He threw his head back and let out a hysterical shout.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!h

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It was late at night.

Li Weiyin lay on the wet ground, motionless. Like a cold corpse.

Until a certain moment, his fingers moved unconsciously.

With a dull moan, Li Weiyin got up from the ground and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. His nose was blue and swollen, and his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them. Outside the fence, the chandelier swayed in the cold wind, and the dim light shone on Wang Dafu's body, who was sleeping soundly on the narrow little bed.

Li Weiyin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled again. When I exhale, my whole body trembles.

Then he didn't move again. Like a silent stone.

After a few minutes, Li Weiyin's fists gradually clenched.

He pursed his lips and began to crawl cautiously on the ground again, crawling to the empty bucket that had fallen to the ground.

He looked up again and glanced at Instructor Wang, who was still snoring and showed no signs of being awakened.

Li Weiyin gritted his teeth, reached into the dung bucket, and took out a small plastic bag stuck to the bottom.

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……

This is the "Boredom Relief Room".

It should be said that it is one of them.

Every room in this entire building is a room of relief from boredom.

But this is undoubtedly the worst condition, and the most punishable.

The reason why he was locked up here was because his words and deeds annoyed the group of instructors.

— and all of this is to be expected.

Shi Zuo was just deducing, and he felt his stomach churn violently. Xu has been sitting next to the dung bucket, and the foul smell has penetrated into his nose from time to time.

He immediately sat up and knelt on one knee beside the bucket, an irrepressible urge to vomit welling up in his esophagus.

He spat at the dung bucket.

But instead of stopping, he plunged his entire index finger deep into his throat and pressed it to the base of his tongue, spitting up all the breakfast he had had eaten last week.

It wasn't until later that his index and middle fingers came together, reached into his throat, twisted his expression in pain, and pulled out a small plastic bag from deep in his throat.

Before entering the Boredom Room, all belongings will be taken away. The procedure for body searches is very strict, and girls are even asked to take off their bras. It is almost impossible to hide the real last letter on your body and bring it in.

That's why Shi Zuo swallowed this last letter into his stomach before entering Kanglong.

As soon as he finished spitting, footsteps could be heard outside the fence gate.

Shi Zuocai quickly turned around and hid the plastic bag behind him.

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……

Li Weiyin didn't dare to think about it, and what he didn't expect was that when he was hysterically looking for the last way to escape, trying to use the dung bucket to resist Wang Dafu's water gun, he found another letter at the bottom of the dung bucket.

Letter in a plastic bag. It's the same as Lan Silin's previous style.

He couldn't figure out why Lan Celin would do this.

After calming down, he took the plastic bag, climbed back to the wall, opened the dirty plastic bag, and gently pinched out the small paper that was folded squarely.

Li Weiyin held the note and took another deep breath.

He was mentally prepared for another ridicule, he wouldn't care.

He slowly opened the note and looked at its contents by the moonlight.

His expression changed from bewilderment, to surprise, and finally to deep shock.

"The necessary qualities to become a Kyogen Master......"

"The first is the ability to think in a different way."

Seeing this, Li Weiyin's thoughts began to flashback, thinking of the first letter Lan Silin left for him, thinking of the puzzle of "things are in the cabinet", and thinking of his own way of solving it using reverse thinking.

"The second is the ability to control the surrounding intelligence."

He thought of Lan Silin's second letter. The content is to "find out the betrayer" yourself. Perhaps, getting to know everyone around her step by step, and understanding the development of the entire arson and school skipping incident, is what Lan Silin wants to do.

But he didn't. He opted for a more efficient and opportunistic approach, and Lan Silin expected this.

"The third is an absolutely rational style of conduct."

He thought of the third letter, which read, "Destroy him."

Li Weiyin's lips gradually tightened.

"Article 4 ......"

"Never give up."

"Article 5 ......"

"If there are no mirrors around, find a way to find eight mirrors."