A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

After hearing this, Da Yan cursed a short, vulgar curse.

Inside the broadcast van, Yan Ji sat up straight.

This is the real trump card: no NPCs to scare people, no sound and light effects to scare people, and no chase scenes.

A purely physics-based maze!

The specially hired designer stood next to him; he was around fifty years old, with thinning hair, wearing frameless glasses, and holding a laser pointer.

Yan Ji stared at the screen. "Professor Zhou, is this level okay?"

Professor Zhou adjusted his glasses. "Don't worry. We've done eight hundred computer simulations of refractive index, total internal reflection, visual illusions, and closed-loop paths. When a person loses their visual coordinate system inside, their cerebellum balance will be disrupted. An average person will walk in circles for ten minutes, and their sense of direction will collapse after twenty minutes."

Yan Ji stared at Lu Yuan on the screen: "You think you're so tough? You think you can scare NPCs? This level has no physical entities, no threats. I'd like to see how you deal with thin air!"

Inside the maze, the door behind me was locked.

Shen Yiming forced himself to stay alert. "Don't panic. There's an old way to navigate mazes: the right-hand rule. Just keep touching the right wall."

Big Smoke tightened his shoelaces. "Are you sure?"

"At least it's better than crashing around randomly."

Shen Yiming reached out to touch the mirror wall on the right and led the team forward.

The first paragraph went fairly smoothly.

After the second corner, three walls appear on the right.

One side is a real mirror, another side is transparent laminated glass, and the third side is a fake passage created by superimposed images in the mirror.

Shen Yiming hesitated for two seconds and then chose the middle option.

"Bang." Meng Ying followed behind and bumped her forehead, leaving a red mark.

Da Yan quickly helped her up, saying, "This production team really doesn't treat its guests like human beings."

Shen Yiming's expression was unpleasant. "Again."

Three minutes later, the right-hand rule failed.

Because the mirror wall is not a continuous boundary, it opens and closes in the middle.

Big Smoke took off one of his shoes and threw it at the crossroads as a marker.

The next second, the four mirrors folded into dozens of shoes.

Da Yan stared at the shadowy figures on the ground, remained silent for two seconds, and then took off his other shoe.

Shen Yiming asked, "What are you doing?"

"May they pass away peacefully, in pairs."

Meng Ying closed her eyes and reached forward, bumping into something again.

He Rihuo frantically moved the beads on his abacus, saying, "Wait, let me calculate the life gate."

Da Yan broke down: "Teacher He, this isn't Qimen Dunjia, this is a home renovation scam!"

Ten minutes passed, and the group was still going around in circles.

Shen Yiming leaned against a mirrored wall, his breathing becoming labored; Meng Ying squatted on the ground rubbing her forehead; Da Yan had one shoe on and the other bare, his face etched with the impermanence of life; He Rihuo had upgraded from using an abacus to ward off evil spirits to using an abacus to protect his heart.

Inside the broadcast van, Yan Ji finally calmed down!

Professor Zhou pointed to the monitoring model diagram with a laser pointer. "Look, they are currently located in area B-7, but the actual exit is in E-2. However, the mirror array reflects the light path from area E towards the entrance of area A. People instinctively follow the light, and the more they follow, the further off-target they become."

Yan Ji stared at Lu Yuan. "Why isn't he moving?"

On the screen, Lu Yuan stood in the middle of the passageway. He sighed, "Stop touching it."

Shen Yiming looked up. "Brother Lu?"

Lu Yuan put his hands in his pockets, closed his eyes, and said, "Follow me."

Da Yan was taken aback. "You closed your eyes?"

Meng Ying whispered, "Aren't you watching where you're going?"

Shen Yiming couldn't help but remind him, "There are transparent partitions in here. If you walk with your eyes closed, you'll bump into them."

Inside the broadcast van, Professor Zhou chuckled.

"He's not touching any reference points and he's keeping his eyes closed? The partitions here are irregular polygons; he'll bump into something before he can take five steps."

Yan Ji grabbed the walkie-talkie but didn't say anything. He wanted to see what kind of trouble Lu Yuan would cause this time!

On the monitor screen, Lu Yuan raised his foot.

First step, land; second step, swerve half a body length to the left; third step, sidestep through a narrow passage less than 60 centimeters wide.

It didn't hit the wall, nor did it stop.

Shen Yiming followed behind, half believing and half doubting.

Da Yan reached out and grabbed Shen Yiming's sleeve. "I trust Brother Lu now, not my eyes."

Meng Ying followed.

When will the fire be ranked last? With the abacus pressed against his chest, he said, "Don't ask, the answer is my living father, the navigator."

Lu Yuan walked at the front with his eyes closed. The mirror couldn't fool him. With his vision off, the old system inside his body was actually more convenient.

As the soles of his shoes slid across the ground, a slight slope of water seeped up from his arches. Even the flattest studio floor has drainage and construction errors that most people wouldn't notice, but he could piece together those slight deviations into a perfect line.

The vents supply air overhead, and the air circulates in different directions when it encounters solid walls, mirrored walls, and glass partitions. There is a slight whistling sound when it passes through gaps, and it will roll back to the side of the face when it encounters enclosed corners.

These things are more honest in his mind than in a mirror.

Turn left, cut right, go straight for seven steps, pause for half a beat, avoid the automatically sliding transparent partition, and then continue forward.

After walking thirty meters, Shen Yiming's back was covered in sweat.

He noticed that Lu Yuan was very decisive in every turn he made.

Big Smoke looked down at his bare feet and muttered, "This guy isn't really using a map with his eyes closed, is he?"

Meng Ying covered her forehead. "Does he even use his eyes?"

He Rihuo chimed in, "The five senses are just the skin; Teacher Lu uses the third eye."

Inside the broadcast van, Professor Zhou stopped smiling.

He zoomed in on the monitoring map, watching Lu Yuan's route as he gradually traversed the most difficult turnaround zone in the simulation.

"Wait a minute."

The technician did as instructed.

Professor Zhou leaned close to the screen, his face very close. "Why did he choose this path? This is the shortest path in the design, but what you see with the naked eye is a sealed wall."

Yan Ji's voice was dry. "Did he see the drawings beforehand?"

Old Fang looked exhausted. "President Yan, the drawings are in your hands. Even few people in the production team have seen them."

No one responded.

Inside the maze, a green exit indicator light has appeared ahead.

Lu Yuan stopped at the last corner, opened his eyes, glanced back at the entrance, and pointed to a corner.

"The placement of the third main mirror from the entrance is incorrect."

Shen Yiming didn't understand. "What?"

Lu Yuan said, "The angle is off, by about 1.5 degrees. There's a swirling sound when the airflow passes through the physical seam; that seam is leaking air."

Inside the broadcast van, Professor Zhou's hand hovered in mid-air.

Yan Ji turned to look at him. "What did he say?"

Professor Zhou snatched the mouse from the technician, pulled up the on-site construction data diagram, and then magnified the installation angle of the third main mirror.

Standard included angle: 42.00 degrees; measured included angle: 43.47 degrees. Rounded to the nearest 1.5 degrees.

Professor Zhou stared at the string of numbers, his face drained of color. "Mirror number three... it really is misaligned."

Yan Ji sat in front of the control panel, his back pressed against the chair.

Professor Zhou covered his face, his voice escaping from his palms, "How could he measure an error of 1.5 degrees using only his senses?"

No one can answer that.

At the maze's exit, Lu Yuan pressed the exit switch.

The green light came on, and the door popped open.

Da Yan rushed out barefoot, and the first thing he did was lean against the wall. "I swear, I will never go into a shopping mall if there are more than two fitting room mirrors."

Meng Ying followed them out, her forehead red, and she only dared to look up after seeing the normal wall surface.

Shen Yiming stood at the door, looking back at the mirrored maze, and remained silent for a long time.

He Rihu stepped across the threshold, clasped his hands together, and said, "Thank you, Teacher Lu, for leading this humble monk across the river."

Lu Yuan unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water. "Crossing the river will incur a toll, which is separate."

He Rihuo immediately changed his tune, saying, "Thank you to the production team."

Inside the broadcast van, Yan Ji slumped in front of the control panel.

The NPCs are gone, the gas chamber has been demolished, and the morgue has rebelled.

Now even the optical maze built at great expense has been blindfolded and people have pointed out construction errors!

Looking at the screen, Lao Fang cautiously asked, "President Yan, will the final stage proceed as planned?"

Yan Ji did not speak immediately.

In the surveillance footage, Lu Yuan was already leading his team to the next area.

At the end of the passage, red safety lights lit up one by one.

The final struggle prepared by the production team for the ultimate escape awaits them.