C4 (2/2)

In the past, there were no security guards in this building, but in the 1990s, there were a lot of people outside the city, so the security was getting worse. In the past, there were no security guards in this building, but in the 1990s, there were a lot of people outside the city, so the security was getting worse.

The new security guard didn't recognize me. Just now, he stopped me and asked which floor I came from.

He must have had some impression of me.

But then I thought that if I called him, he would definitely meet Uncle Wang at the door first.

Uncle Wang would not call herself a bad person, but would very likely slander me as a thief or something.

The security guard didn't recognize me, and I couldn't remember my mother's phone number. If he came in, how could I prove that I was the daughter of this family?

The phone line was cut, and all the pictures in my room were of someone else.

There was nothing in the house that proved my existence.

Then he could only enter the Public Security Bureau.

I was small to go in, but I wanted to see my father again, and I wanted to see him off in my own clothes.

There was no helping it, if he was really bewitched by Uncle Wang, I would pretend to submit, and then, while Uncle Wang was unprepared, I would run out the door and look for Uncle Polo Shirt.

Thinking about this, I shouted at the top of my lungs, ”Uncle Security!” Save me, save me! ”Save me!”

The guard looked up and met my eyes.

Then he looked past me and back, and I looked transparent.

He just tilted his head and looked at me a few more times before he left.

I suddenly felt that my three views had been subverted. From the looks of the current situation, I should be a ghost.

There was no picture of me in my room, and the security guard couldn't see me.

According to the toilet reading, most living people don't see a ghost.

I felt myself, warm, breathing, unable to walk through walls, and there were shadows. When I walked in the front door, the security guard stopped me and asked me where I was going. If I were a ghost, Uncle Wang wouldn't be able to pat my shoulder.

So I must exist, not only in the spiritual world, but also in the physical world.

Then why can't the security guard see me?

There were only two possibilities. First, he was pretending. Second, he was blind.

If he was faking it, then he was definitely Uncle Wang's group. Right now, he definitely wanted to come up and meet Uncle Wang, then break into the house. This would be detrimental to me, otherwise, if I continued to call out from the balcony, other people would sooner or later hear him.

Then what should I do? If we were to fight head on, I reckon that Uncle Wang and the kids wouldn't be able to move fast enough. If it were two men, it would be obvious that we wouldn't be able to beat them.

While he was thinking, the security guard walked over from afar with a few newspapers in his hand. He was chatting happily with an auntie who was out walking a dog.

The security guard didn't seem to be in a hurry to catch me.

They stopped in front of my building, and I saw a glimmer of hope.

”Help! Help! Auntie, save me. ”

The pet dog immediately raised its head and barked a few times in my direction.

The dog auntie looked in my direction.

She seemed to see me, but the feeling was fleeting, and her eyes were empty. He looked past me once more, looked behind me, and then searched for something.

She turned to the security guard and said, ”Wow, I just saw a student shouting for help on the balcony over there. If you keep looking, it's gone. Are my eyes playing tricks on me?”

The security guard also looked over and retracted his gaze. ”I didn't see anything.”

The dog continued to bark at me, and Auntie tugged at Doggie's rope. ”If you continue calling me that, I won't be able to eat any more canned food.”

I froze on the balcony.

Shuyue told me before that no matter what, I should not scare myself. There was nothing in the world that could not be explained. Logic, where's my logic? Her left brain had to hurry up and go online!

I suddenly thought of the Maze of Seven on the floor of the room.

Shuyue had told me before that the Seven Maze Ways were named the Seven Maze Ways in English. It originated from the Hopi tribe in North America, and it was said that the Hopi race had once built a large Seven Maze Ways in the Mugelong Mountains. They hid their way out of the maze within the songs and songs, using the pattern of the maze as a totem for their tribe.

Unfortunately, the remains of the maze had already been destroyed, and the correct path to the maze had also been lost.

When Shuyue was still studying in the Massachusetts Province, she had participated in a project to research on the Indian Tribe. She reconstructed the route of the labyrinth through various documents.

And the game she gave me, only five colored balls, is a simple modified version.

The real trick was to push the seven colored balls that were randomly placed in the maze into the hole in order. Until now, no one had been able to open them.

In fact, using a white ball to push the colored ball is not difficult, what is difficult is to order. The difficulty of path and sequence planning increases in a secondary direction as the number of colored balls increases, which is why it only takes me two minutes to push a single colored ball, but not five colored balls for half a year.

Many ancients believed that the revelation from nature not only reflected the link between man and the universe, but was also regarded as a response to God's laws of creation.

For example, the veins of the leaves and the shapes of lightning, the whirlpools of the sea, and the rings of the trees, such as the changing period of the moon, are 29.53 days, and the average menstrual period of a woman is 29.53 days.

As for the seven-path maze, it was a metaphor for how the gods created the universe in order from the primal chaos step by step. It could also be said that the labyrinth was a symbolic symbol of the creation of the world by gods.

Seven colored balls, pushed by the white ball through a complicated maze, finally into the hole in sequence, need precise design, only one step wrong can not turn back. Just as God designed the world, if a tiny detail in the middle went wrong, it was probably not a human but a pig that was walking on the street today.

Shuyue has always been using this game to instill in me the logic that random things have a potential. Only a meticulous person can solve this mystery step by step.