Chapter 741: Chapter 741: He Lost in Tomorrow’s Hotel
Bai Youwei looked at Robert tauntingly, pulling out the two pieces of paper that she had copied down earlier.
“Before the middle-aged woman in room 405 died, your coded message was:
Four · 囨 return · 囨 囬 group · Four 孩 囨 因 囬 group park,
囡 · Four 孩 囤 囤 · Picture return trapped · 固 团 surrounded by return · 图 囝 Circled group,
As long as you substitute these words for four zero five, this coded message becomes-
Four · 囨o · 囨 囬e · Fouri 囨 因 囬e park,
囡 · Four 囤 囤 · four · zero · five,
At first glance, it still doesn’t make much sense, but the second part of the ‘four 囤 囤’ got me thinking. This is a four-letter word, the second word is i, and the last two words are the same. Considering the experience of the guest 405, it’s not hard to guess that the word is ‘kill’. Hence, I know that ‘four’ is k and that ‘囤’ is l. Substitute these back into the coded message and it transforms into-
k · 囨o · 囨 囬e · ki 囨 因 囬e park,
囡 · kill · four · zero · five,
I suspect ‘ki 囨 因 囬e park’ this term, could potentially be referring to the kitchen as you once told the bald-headed man to burn the kitchen. However, I’m not completely certain. Fortunately, the appearance of a new coded message reassured me that my decoding method was correct.
The new coded message is – park · Four 囝 囤 囤 · 囨 囬 囬 固 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囨 团 团 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囨 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 囬 后什彩霞给了罗伯特和他的同伴致命一击.
Such a mistake, designing this troublesome coded message when you should have been collecting more useful tools instead~”
Robert clenched his teeth, his face turning ashen.
He had not expected to be completely outplayed by this woman that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere while he was still plotting against Willard.
The other party not only guessed the entire coded message but even used false coded messages to trick him! Moreover, they intentionally arranged to meet near his room. Just a few meters away, it’s sinister! Anyone would have been curious and wanted to check.
Robert bowed his head, looking at the metal handcuffs on his wrists.
After losing this time, he could only participate in “Battle 1” given the number of pieces he had left. If he lost again, he would be doomed!
Damn this labyrinth battle!
Damn this puppet game!
Why does the world have to have such things!
Footsteps could be heard from the staircase, looking up, it was the Detective with his two teammates.
Robert closed his eyes in despair.
The Detective arrested Robert and his teammates, and the progress bar on Zhu Shu’s wristwatch instantly filled up.
Then, the rain outside stopped.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the moon emerged. Puddles on the road bathed in the moonlight, reflecting a silver-white brilliance, like shattered mirrors.
And within the mirror, the reflection of Inspector’s tall figure appeared.