The four arcs drawn by the blue ballpoint pen formed an irregular circle. The faint light from the crack of the door made the paper look white, and the blue handwriting looked even brighter.
There was the same circle on the back of each prisoner's file. Bohemia spread the files on the floor and placed the four bank statements under them. As she racked her brains, her face scrunched up like a dehydrated bun.
While she was thinking, Descartes floated around her like a dog circling a bun. The dog and the bun were silent for a few minutes. Both of them felt that the number "four" had appeared too frequently. It couldn't be a coincidence. Four prisoner's files, four bank statements, four arcs...
"What does it mean?"
Bohemia fell to the ground with a thud, looking like she had given up.
"It would be great if I could give Lin Sanjiu this difficult question," she began to fantasize. "If she can't answer it, she will have to accept my punishment. That way, I won't have to —"
"That works too."
The voice of the Pocket Dimension host, which they hadn't heard for a long time, suddenly rang out, startling both the dog and the bun. When Bohemia came back to her senses, she heaved a sigh of relief. When the host was talking to her, the game was paused, so she didn't have to worry about the mysterious person in the building for the time being.
"Don't forget that you have the 'trade rights' that allow you to communicate with another game."
"But didn't you say that I can only watch?"
"Yes, at least for now. But after you upgrade your rights, you can talk to, exchange with, influence the progress of the game, and even change the questions. Do you want to play another mini-game and win a higher level of rights? "
Bohemia's hair danced in the air, "No! Not now! You're a liar! I chose the 'harming others to benefit myself' mode. After I cleared the mini-game, I didn't see how she was harmed, and I didn't see what was beneficial to me. "
"You've eliminated the uncertain factor of the Prison Storm, the serial killer. There's one less threat to your life. Isn't this a benefit?" The dungeon host paused and said, "As for the damage, you'll have to do it yourself."
He seemed to be very enthusiastic and hoped that Bohemia would do something to Lin Sanjiu as soon as possible. He took the initiative to remind her, "Actually, even if you can only 'watch', you still have a way to crack her open."
"Just tell me what you want."
"I can't." She had to maintain the fairness on the surface.
Bohemia waved her hand impatiently, as if she wanted to swat these annoying people away like flies. "Then let's not talk about this for now! I still have to figure out this bunch of broken fours! "
"Even if you join the mini-game, it won't affect the progress of the plot. After you clear the dungeon, your trade rights will be enough for Lin Sanjiu to solve this problem with you. I promise."
Even if she joined the mini-game, it wouldn't affect the plot of Prison Turmoil. According to the rules of the final exam, Lin Sanjiu would have to take off her clothes and be punished. "Sure!" Bohemia agreed without hesitation. According to the rules of the "final exam" game, Lin Sanjiu would have to take off her clothes and be punished. "Sure!" Bohemia agreed without hesitation.
When the host spoke again, he sounded very happy. He sounded like a salesman who had just sold a household vacuum cleaner.
"The goal of the mini-game is to spend the night in this office building without anyone knowing or seeing you. The third stage will be over when the sun rises. "
It didn't sound as complicated as the previous time.
Besides, the original goal was to survive until the sun rose and not be seen by anyone. It was quite simple.
"What you need to note is that when you don't interact with the game, your self-perception and physical fitness will remain the same as usual. Once you interact with the game, your agility and speed will still be the average standard of a normal woman. For example, if someone is walking in your direction, you won't be able to run as fast as usual. "
"I understand. I understand. You said it before."
After the host disappeared, Lin Sanjiu turned around and saw Descartes lying on top of a stack of documents. It was so blurry that it made her dizzy. Bohemia poked it twice with her higher consciousness, but it was strangely quiet for a while. Then, it said softly, "This is a pocket dimension, and I am also a pocket dimension. Why …"
"How can you compare to Lord Puppeteer's pocket dimension?" Bohemia said as she turned the lock and bolted the door. "I won't go out tonight. I'll hide here and see who can find me."
"You're in a desperate situation," Descartes commented.
Bohemia turned a deaf ear to it. It was already late at night. Except for the on-duty workers, everyone else had gone home. The office and resting place of the on-duty workers was not in this building. Who else would be looking for her here except for the mysterious person who had quietly come up here? Obviously, the Mystery Person's target was her office, so she could just stay here.
Just in case, she gathered the documents into a pile and stuffed them under the beef secretary's desk. Then, she moved two chairs away and made some space on the floor for her to take a nap.
"Why are you so relaxed?" Descartes didn't agree with her.
Just when Bohemia sat on the floor, she heard a phone ringing outside the door. It pierced through the night and pierced through the door. Startled, Bohemia listened attentively for a few seconds and realized that the ringing was coming from the warden's office.
The entire corridor echoed with the ringing of the phone, like a disturbed lake. Bohemia held her breath and waited until the never-ending ringing of the phone finally stopped. The office building fell into dead silence again.
Who would be calling the office at this hour?
Lying on the floor, Bohemia stared at the crack of the door. The pale white light of the corridor formed a straight line under the crack of the door. If someone passed by here, his shadow would break the light and flash past her eyes.
"Hello."
She waved her hand, trying to drive away the Descartes who was circling around her head. If there was a mosaic, she might miss the shadow.
"Hello!"
Bohemia supported herself with her elbow and sat up. "What are you doing?" She shouted in a low voice, "If you have something to say, just say it. You're so annoying!"
The chaos in the room quieted down. She thought the Descartes had something to tell her, but after waiting for two seconds, it remained silent as if it was angry. Bohemia was too lazy to coax it. When she was about to lie down again, she suddenly stared at the floor.
She saw her own shadow on the floor. It was nothing special. The moonlight must be coming from the window behind her, and the Descartes happened to be facing the window.
At that moment, the decisiveness that had saved Bohemia several times made her lower her body and roll to the side. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the shadow of the edge of the desk above her, she shrunk her limbs and hid herself tightly under the desk.
After the three sides of the desk were covered by the wooden boards, Bohemia felt goosebumps all over her body and her heart was pounding. She looked up and saw that Descartes was still floating in the air, motionless.
The moonlight that shone through the window cast a rectangular light on the floor. The window-shaped light had a clear boundary with the surrounding darkness, horizontal and vertical.
Wait.
The bottom of the light, which was also the bottom of the window, was not straight at all. A semi-circular shadow was slowly rising from the bottom of the window.
Bohemia stared at the floor without blinking her eyes, watching the shadow rising from the moonlight. Finally, she understood what the Descartes wanted her to see. She plucked up her courage, sat up quietly, and poked her head out from under the desk.
From the semi-oval shadow that rose from the bottom of the window, a pair of eyes was staring at the room behind the glass. In the darkness, the man's eyeballs were still glowing slightly. At this time, the two eyeballs rolled to the left and right. It seemed that there was no one in the room, so it continued to climb up slowly. Gradually, the head, shoulders, and more than half of the body were exposed.
It was a man, but Bohemia couldn't see who it was because the light was backlit.
The man climbed up using a ladder. After half of his body was exposed, he raised his hand and pushed the glass window open. Apparently, the beef secretary did not think to lock the window. He sat on the window frame and climbed into the room. His feet landed on the ground soundlessly.
Under the moonlight, the pair of slippers with thick rubber soles approached Bohemia step by step.
The Descartes was still floating in the air. Finally, he couldn't help but let out a satisfied "Hmph!"
For the first time, Bohemia didn't even have the mood to scold him. She covered her mouth and nose tightly, wishing that she could curl into a ball. As the pair of slippers came closer and closer, she curled up and leaned back bit by bit. Finally, the slippers stopped at the edge of the desk.
"Pa!" That person seemed to have turned on a small flashlight. The flashlight must be very small because the beam of light was so thin that it could not illuminate much. It swept across the floor and towards the top of the desk. Then, she heard a rustling sound above her head. The man must be looking through the things of the beef secretary.
Bohemia tried to recall the appearance of the desk in her mind.
Under the wide table, other than the two supporting surfaces on both sides, there was only a file cabinet. On the outside of the desk, which was the place where she crawled in, there was a backboard that covered half of the desk's height. At this time, she was curled up inside the backboard, and beside her was the file cabinet that took up a lot of space.
The sound of rummaging became more and more hurried, probably because the man did not find anything valuable. The pair of feet took another half a step forward. Bohemia subconsciously shrank back again, but when she heard a soft rustling sound behind her, her heart sank to the bottom of her chest.
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