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Zhong Kui's Diary
Fatty excitedly pressed a few buttons on the remote, and the numbers 507 appeared sequentially in the box at the top of the screen. With a beep, the image suddenly changed, revealing an extremely handsome man.
This man was not Wang Chuan, but just as beautiful. How should I put it? You might think he was effeminate, but that didn't quite fit; he completely lacked any masculine aura. It seemed that "handsome" was the only neutral term that could barely describe him.
As soon as this guy opened his mouth, I recognized his voice from the phone: "Not bad, you actually managed to discover this password. It shows your intelligence is quite high. Keep it up, you're just one step away!"
Then, the screen flickered a few times before going black.
Is that it? Just as Noodles and I were exchanging glances and about to curse, the screen lit up again, and the handsome man reappeared with a smile: "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Gu Quan, not 'Gu Quan' as in considering the overall situation, but 'Quan' as in spring water. There are four of us in Underworld: Gu Quan, Wang Chuan, Autumn Red Flag, and Easily Water Cold, collectively known as 'f4'. Just a friendly reminder, 'f' stands for f/u/k."
Then, the screen flickered again and went black.
After all the twists and turns to get here, we were treated to a self-introduction? Gu Quan, do you even have a sense of humanity? Fatty and I sat there dumbfounded for over a minute, and when the screen didn’t light up again, I couldn’t be bothered to turn off the TV. We sat on the sofa, which had already been torn apart by us but was still somewhat usable.
After lying there for a while, Fatty suddenly exclaimed: “Ghost Brother!”
“Hmm?”
“If we can’t get out of here, are we going to starve to death?” Fatty rubbed his stomach, which let out a thunderous growl.
“I don’t think so. Right now, it feels like we’re just test subjects—White Mouse. They don’t seem to have any intention of killing us; at least so far they haven’t shown any desire to do so. Otherwise, they could have easily killed us while we were unconscious. Why wait until now?” I reassured him, though I wasn’t entirely confident myself. What if they thought starving us would be more entertaining? These people are insane; how could they be judged by common sense?
After rubbing his stomach for a while, Fatty suddenly jumped up. I quickly followed suit: “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I need to go to the bathroom!” Fatty chuckled.
Just as I was about to scold him, the TV screen lit up again. Gu Quan appeared once more with a smile: “Tsk tsk, I’m really forgetful; I forgot to give you a hint. Here’s a little poem I wrote myself. Listen carefully: ‘Cooling has no ears, one breath for one balloon; corpses placed in rice jars!’ Alright, figure it out yourselves!”
Finished, the screen flickered and returned to the initial password input interface.
Damn, Gu Quan is too cunning. If it were someone else, after reading the previous section, they would definitely think it was over. If they casually turned off the TV or unplugged the USB drive, they would never know about this hint. But what kind of hint is this? Is this even a riddle?
Fatty was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shouted and ran to the bathroom. Before long, the sound of flushing came from the restroom, and Fatty emerged with a beaming smile, holding Pants: “Ghost Brother, I finally understand what this hint means.”
I was still pondering what this riddle meant: "Cooling has no ears," what does cooling refer to? A refrigerator? And "one mouth one balloon," what does that mean? Plus, there's a corpse in the rice jar? There is indeed a rice jar in the kitchen, but it's one of those plastic ones, very delicate, barely enough to hold ten kilograms of rice, let alone a corpse.
Hearing Fatty say this, I curiously asked, “Did you come up with inspiration while using the bathroom?”
“It's a word riddle; it must be a word riddle!” Fatty said while fastening his belt, laughing: “Cooling has no ears; the key is in that character. Without its ears, it becomes ‘go’.”
“Hmm, what about ‘one mouth one balloon’? What character is that?” I nodded; this explanation seemed plausible.
“I don’t know that one. However, the part about the corpse in the rice jar corresponds to the character ‘shit’,” Fatty grinned mischievously: “I thought of that character just now while doing my business.”
I was speechless. What could I say? Should I praise him for working hard while using the toilet?
One ‘go’ and one ‘shit’, we could deduce the middle character. ‘One mouth one balloon’ might have been misheard; Gu Quan probably meant ‘one mouth one request’. Putting these together gives us ‘go’, so when we connect these three characters together: go/eat/shit!
Damn it, I've been teased! Underworld, f/u//k 4, let me tell you, this grudge has grown!
We were already feeling downcast, and now we were even more dispirited. The two of us lay on the sofa, analyzing various possibilities with little enthusiasm.
Could there be an exit on the floor? After I proposed this idea, we immediately began a thorough search. Fatty took Hammer and started banging around.
Nothing was found.
Flower Board Is there an exit? Turning our attention upward, the two of us continued to tap on the Flower Board with a stool, the sound still echoing like that of an Iron Plate.
Still, we found nothing.
Where could the exit of this secret room be?
After struggling for nearly half the day, we finally collapsed onto the sofa and fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how long we slept, but I seemed to hear someone laughing lightly in my ear. I suddenly opened my eyes but saw no one. The room was still brightly lit as if it were midday. Glancing at the time, it was already midnight. Looking around, I was surprised to find two steaming bowls of noodles on the Coffee Table.
How strange! How did these two bowls of noodles get in here? Fatty and I had thoroughly checked this house; there was absolutely no place to fit in two bowls of noodles. In fact, there were no openings to the outside world at all. I didn't even know where the ventilation ducts were.
I woke up Fatty, pointing at the steaming noodles on the Coffee Table, and asked in surprise, "Look, what's going on with these noodles?"
Fatty rubbed his eyes in confusion, and upon seeing the noodles on the table, he immediately became alert and without hesitation lunged forward to eat.
I grabbed Fatty's wrist and sternly said, "Hold on! These noodles weren't made by me!"
Fatty rolled his eyes. "You just said they don't want to kill us. If they wanted us dead, they would have done it already. Why go through the trouble of poisoning us?"
I thought about it and realized he was right. I released Fatty's wrist, and he immediately dug into the noodles, praising their deliciousness as he ate. The enticing aroma wafted through the air, and I couldn't help but join in; my stomach rumbled loudly. Whatever, I thought; better to eat than starve.
After finishing the noodles, Fatty somehow produced a box of toothpicks and tossed one to me. We sat there picking our teeth out of sheer boredom; yes, we were really that bored that we had to pick our teeth after eating noodles...
"If only we could have a bowl of Braised Pork, that would be perfect," Fatty said with a smile.
"How cliché!" I looked at Fatty disdainfully. "I think twice-cooked pork suits my identity better!"
...
After filling our stomachs, it was naturally time for more struggles. In short, life is a constant cycle of toil. Since someone could bring in noodles, there must be an entrance or exit; we just hadn't found it yet.
After this ordeal, time passed again, and the two of them fell asleep once more. This time, it was Fatty who woke me up, pointing at the Coffee Table and saying, "Ghost Brother, your... your meat..."
What the hell does he mean by my meat? I rubbed my eyes and looked over. The bowl of noodles on the Coffee Table had been replaced with two plates: one with Braised Pork and the other with twice-cooked pork. There were also two large bowls of steaming rice.
After the initial surprise, we had no other options but to dig in. Fortunately, the stir-fried dishes tasted quite good.
"It seems like whatever dish we want, he will provide for us. You should order something that isn't here next!" I mumbled with a mouthful of twice-cooked pork.
"Okay, I want Abalone, big Abalone!" Fatty shouted.
"I want a big lobster!" I also called out loudly.
On the third Coffee Table, however, there were two bowls of noodles and a note that read: "Want to eat lobster? Want Abalone? I've never even had those! Do you believe I’ll make you eat shit!"
Damn it, this guy really has some personality.
This kind of life went on for seven days. During this time, we took turns staying awake to see how the dishes came in, but in the end, we compromised. It was clear he had his own rules; if you don't sleep? Fine, but then you won't get any food.
Fatty suggested pretending to be asleep, but this guy seemed to have sensors. After pretending to sleep twice, we ended up hungry both times and had to give up. As for showering, it was convenient since there was water in the bathroom.
Here, our phones had no signal at all; they could only be used as watches. Eventually, my phone ran out of battery completely, so I tossed it into the Spatial Bag and ignored it. Since I couldn't contact the outside world, I had no idea what was happening with Xiao Yuan. The three-day deadline we agreed upon had long passed; did he wait for reinforcements or had he already been taken out by the Underworld? I had no way of knowing.
Fortunately, Fatty's phone was a standby king; after seven days, his battery had only dropped one bar. According to Fatty, his phone could last a month on standby... This way, we were able to know the time and date. Indeed, cheap phones can be impressive.
Another day passed. After finishing our meal, Fatty lay back on the sofa and pointed at my belly with a laugh, saying, "Ghost Brother, this food is pretty good; you've got a bit of a belly now!"
"Really? Haha!" I patted my stomach; there was indeed some fat jiggling around. It seemed I had really gained weight.
As for finding an exit, neither of us seemed very enthusiastic anymore; instead, we felt a sense of resignation. This was like the effect of boiling a frog in warm water; being in such a comfortable environment could indeed lead to complacency. Fatty raised an objection; we were like dead pigs not afraid of boiling water.
"Ghost Brother, what kind of mentality does the designer of this escape room have? After all our hard work finding clues, we end up with a hint telling us to go eat shit. This guy is definitely insane." Fatty patted his belly, the fat on it rippling like a gentle breeze over Lugu Lake.
"Yeah, insane!" I replied absentmindedly.
"Ghost Brother, if it were someone else, do you think they could find the note in the Submachine Gun?" Fatty was trying to make conversation.
"They probably could. The voice keeps saying 'Come hit me!' With such a twisted request, anyone would want to fulfill it, haha!"
"Not necessarily. If the TV told you to eat shit, would you go do it?" Fatty chuckled oddly.
Hearing Fatty say this made me burst into laughter: "That's different! That hint is about smashing a toy; anyone can do that. But this hint is about eating shit? Who would actually do that? Hmm... who would do that..." At this point, a sudden realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. I jumped up and shouted, "Damn it, why don't we just do it?!"
"You can't be serious about eating shit, right?" Fatty looked at me in shock.
I couldn't be bothered to explain. I grabbed the Hammer and rushed to the bathroom, smashing away at the Toilet. I had already checked the Water Tank with Fatty countless times; there was no problem there. After several strikes, the Toilet shattered into pieces. I kicked aside the porcelain shards to reveal a metal plate underneath. Lifting the plate, a Keyhole suddenly appeared before us.
We finally found the Keyhole.
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