Su Ruan took the initiative this time and walked out.

She came to the door of Xue Yao's room, stood at the door and shouted, "Xue Yao? What are you doing? ”

The room was silent, and after a long while, Xue Yao's voice sounded from inside, as usual.

"Nothing, I'm just cleaning."

Su Ruan heard her voice, nodded, turned around and went back to his room, but he didn't take it lightly.

Obviously, whether the person in the room is Xue Yao or not has to be said separately.

At least in Xue Yao, who Su Ruan knows, she is not the kind of person who will hear other people's voices and not open the door.

In the conversation just now, Su Ruan confirmed that the notepad in his hand could not be forcibly opened.

It was also confirmed that Fu Xiao was not the one who entered this script for the first time.

Obviously, although Fu Xiao wanted to show everything as if it was the first time, she didn't want to die.

In other words, the fear of death is greater than the fear of revealing her identity, so she uses her crappy acting skills to show that she knows everything.

Su Ruan didn't say whether this idea was right or not, but Fu Xiao's actions were very useful to him.

At least on the way to confirm Lin Jiao, Fu Xiao can also add an extra layer of insurance.

Su Ruan sat back in his seat, took out the notepad without the password, and compared the difference between the two.

A notepad without a password is thicker than a notepad with a password.

However, Su Soft didn't know the number of pages of the password notepad, so he couldn't get the exact number.

This seems to have reached another dead end.

Suddenly, Su Ruan's gaze fell on the few pieces of furniture standing in the room.

The furniture inside is oppressive at first glance, and each piece of furniture is unusually large, and it just so happens that the light shining through the window can stretch their shadows very long.

It looks like four sharp objects standing tall.

It's just a matter of length.

Su Ruan seemed to be fascinated.

The shortest of these is the shadow length of the bed, which is perhaps wide and short because the shadow length of the bed is lying on its side.

The longest was hung from the ceiling, an old fan, stretched very long.

The position of the fan blade fell on Su Ruan's shadow, which happened to be facing the position of Su Ruan's neck.

Like a man who has been beheaded.

Then there is the shadow of the desk, which is the second shortest shadow.

Like a thick "n", then a desk, like a twisted "h".

Su Ruan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and took out paper and pen to write and draw on it.

If you think of the ceiling and the floor as two parallel lines that do not intersect, then the shadows in them are like numbers in the lines.

Su Ruan drew a picture based on the shadows and lines, and sweat spread from the excitement between his fingers.

It was a little sticky, but in this silent room, she could hear her heartbeat that she couldn't hide.

[1406] Su Ruan twisted the combination lock, and the black in his eyes was as thick as ink.

She loved the feeling of decryption.

Fu Xiao and Lin Jiao's attitudes also show that if the decryption fails, they will all die.

It is impossible for this kind of thing to have no time limit, since Fu Xiao deliberately mentioned time, then it can only be explained one point.

This password is inseparable from the relationship between time.

Su Ruan's head kept storming, and the movements in his hands did not pause at all.

Even her pale fingertips were trembling from excitement.

What's inside?

What could it be?

With a "click", the notepad opened.

【？？？ Why did it open all at once? I wondered, I didn't blink, huh? 】

[How did you get this password?] Why can't I read it? 】

[Is this the difference between a high-level player and an ordinary actor?] That's too big a gap, isn't it? 】

[To be honest, this difficulty is also outrageous......]

It stands to reason that there will be no high-level actors watching E-rated scripts.

After all, they have gone through hundreds of performances, and this kind of low-level script is completely out of their eyes.

But there is no way, the last time someone in the F script auctioned the props, this is the only auction in the script, which attracted the attention of these senior actors.

They also want to pick up a leak, after all, no one will have too many props, and the more they are, the higher the survival is likely.

So looking at the questions on the barrage, they also answered a little leisurely while drinking tea comfortably.

The IDs of the senior actors are all familiar to everyone, so everyone basically keeps quiet when they speak.

[Wen Jiaran: Take a closer look at the shadows on the ground. 】

[Wen Jiaran: The shadow of the bed is like a short "1", the shadow of the person and the fan is like a distorted "4", the desk is a "n" alone, but it becomes "0" with a horizontal line, and the same is true for the bookcase, which is a "h" and a "6" when connected. 】

[Wen Jiaran: This Su soft reacts very quickly, if the sun goes down again, these relationships will be invisible. 】

[Wen Jiaran: The highest mortality rate in this script is the first day, whether it is day or night, it is easy to die. 】

Wen Jiaran quieted down after saying these words.

He looked at Su Ruan's figure, and in a trance, he saw the people he had met at the beginning.

It's just a shame that they're all dead.

The most terrifying thing in the supernatural app is not only the sound immersive death, but also an irresistible assimilation.

Many actors don't realize this until they reach the intermediate level.

Those controlled hours are not only to keep the actors on their toes, but also to keep the actors from being assimilated.

It's just a pity that many actors don't live to realize this at all.

Wen Jiaran hopes that this beautiful chick will live a little longer.

After all, many renditions need people to pile up.

The more senior actors, the more interpretations can be unfolded.

Wen Jiaran's eyes were full of more and more interest, and he casually put the empty water cup in his hand on the top of the head of the woman next to him, and waved his hand like a pet.

"Let's go down."

……

"Ah Qiu!" Su Ruan sneezed quietly.

She rubbed the tip of her itchy nose and hid herself under the covers.

The direction of the window was facing the bed, and Su Ruan turned his back to the window in order to avoid opening his eyes and facing the window.

Outside the window, there was the sound of the wind whistling, and it seemed to carry the sound of leaves rattling.

It's just a pity that Su Ruan's memory is very good, she remembers the window during the day, obviously there is nothing.

Su Yong planted a piece of land under his window, and planted some mushroom species that were still very well fed.

On rainy days, a lot of mushrooms will grow, large and large.

Dusty mushrooms may not be pretty, but they taste good all the time.

Su Soft remembered the taste of the mushroom, soft and juicy, and each mushroom seemed to grow out of the rotten soil with tenacious vitality.

The sound outside the window is getting louder and louder.

Su Ruan couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, a figure stretched by the moonlight shone on Su Ruan's body, blocking the bright moonlight.