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Inside the door.

Chen Feng chuckled softly.

"At least you have some self-awareness."

He turned around, ignoring the farce outside the door, and began to carefully examine the abandoned operating room.

Now that Song Qianqian has successfully restrained the NPCs, he should indeed get down to business.

Although the design of this haunted house is crude, since it's an escape game, there must be clues.

Chen Feng walked to the operating table and his gaze fell on a locked iron cabinet under the operating table.

"That's interesting."

Chen Feng squatted down and looked at the rusty combination lock.

The screams outside continued, but Chen Feng ignored them.

Staring at the combination lock.

The game has only just begun.

In the abandoned operating room, the green emergency light was malfunctioning and emitted a buzzing electrical sound.

The flickering light cast long shadows in the room, as if something was lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce at any moment.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of formaldehyde mixed with mold.

Large patches of dark red, dried stains remained on the operating table, extending all the way into the drain.

If it were an ordinary guest, they would probably be terrified and crouching down, calling for help from outside the venue by now.

But who is Chen Feng?

He merely frowned slightly and curled his lip in disdain.

"Did you buy a cheap blood plasma prop? The color is wrong, it looks like pig's blood curd that's been sitting out for three days."

Chen Feng examined the safe.

The metal cabinet wasn't large, but its surface was covered with reddish-brown rust, and a layer of rust would fall off with the slightest touch.

The most eye-catching feature is the vintage-looking mechanical combination lock on the cabinet door.

Cracking the code is obviously not easy.

Chen Feng stood up and began searching for clues related to numbers in the small and oppressive room.

Outside.

Song Qianqian's screams still echoed in the corridor, like surround sound.

"Ah—! Don't come any closer! I'm warning you, don't come any closer!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by frantic banging on the door, Song Qianqian's voice was choked with sobs.

"Chen Feng! Open the door! I know you're in there! Please open the door and save me!"

Chen Feng didn't even turn his head.

Open the door?

What a joke.

We let you in, and then you push you out to block the zombies?

Do I look like I'm doing charity work?

Chen Feng automatically blocked out the noise outside the door and scanned the four walls of the room with his eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped.

On the wall directly opposite the operating table, a huge word was written in extremely glaring red paint—

dead!

Red paint flowed down the peeling paint, forming shocking "bloodstains" that, under the dim green light, exuded an indescribable eeriness and gloom.

Even more bizarrely, the character for "death" is written upside down!

Chen Feng walked over.

He stood in front of the wall with his hands in his pockets, staring at the red words, lost in thought.

"die?"

Chen Feng stroked his chin.

To die upside down.

What is the production team implying in this program?

Chen Feng's brain began to work at lightning speed.

The word for "death" is pronounced "si" in pinyin.

The first letter is S.

The letter S is the 18th letter in the alphabet of Chinese Pinyin.

In the 26 letters of the English alphabet, it ranks 19th.

Both possibilities exist.

18, or 19.

But how many digits are in the password?

It's still an unknown.

If it's only a two-digit number, then the combination lock is far too simple, which doesn't fit the show's style of pushing guests to their limits.

Chen Feng turned around and walked back to the safe, trying to find relevant clues in the safe itself.

Apart from the combination lock, there were no other markings engraved on the safe.

However, on the lower right corner of the cabinet door, there was a yellowed drawing.

The edges of the drawing were curled up, and it contained an extremely rudimentary, even somewhat eerie, sketch.

The picture shows a man and a woman, with a child in between them.

Under the green light, the family of three seemed to be staring intently at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng stared at the picture, deep in thought.

"Three people?!"

"A three-digit password?"

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.

Would anyone set a three-digit combination for their safe?

This anti-theft rating is even worse than the padlock on my elementary school diary.

However, since it's a game, anything is possible.

Chen Feng pulled out a nearly empty ballpoint pen and a crumpled prescription from a discarded medical cabinet next to him.

He took a pen and paper, leaned against the operating table, and first wrote the word "death" on the paper.

Then, next to it, he wrote down two numbers: "18, 19".

Then, he drew three little figures below and put a question mark on them.

There are still too few clues.

We must look for the next clue.

Chen Feng picked up a pen and paper and looked around again.

Inside the room, apart from that disgusting operating table and a few empty metal cabinets, there seemed to be nothing else that stood out.

There wasn't even a single extra prop. Did the director eat up all the production team's budget?

Chen Feng thought for a moment.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly raised his head!

Right above his head.

Hanging from the ceiling is a huge, bizarrely shaped surgical light.

The support frame of the shadowless lamp resembled a giant metal spider's claw, gripping the ceiling tightly.

A blinding headlight shone in the center, emitting a pale white light.

Around the bright headlights, there was a ring of small light bulbs.

Chen Feng squinted, braving the glaring light, and began to count carefully.

"one two three……"

Two of the small light bulbs in that ring were off, and their casings had turned black, indicating they were broken.

The remaining 10 lit light bulbs are the only ones left.

Chen Feng lowered his head and wrote down the number on the prescription: "10".

He looked at the numbers on the paper, his pen tip tapping lightly on the paper.

18, 19.

three people.

10 light bulbs.

What if the huge, lit main light in the middle could also be considered a hint?

Ten small lights plus one large light.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, and he wrote "11" on the paper.

18, 11.

Or 19, 11.

Chen Feng, holding the paper sheet covered in numbers, strode back to the combination lock box.

He crouched down and looked at the combination lock.

Which one should we try first?

Let's try the pinyin 18 first.

Chen Feng stretched out his slender fingers and entered numbers on the keypad of the combination lock.

"Click".

1.

"Click".

8.

"Click".

1.

"Click".

1.

Align the four numbers.

Chen Feng gripped the handle and pulled hard.

"Beep beep beep—!"

A piercing electronic alarm suddenly blared in the quiet room!

Immediately afterwards, a small red light above the combination lock started flashing wildly!

All red lights!

The combination lock box didn't budge; it wasn't opened at all!