C5 (2/2)

If I really am a burden to this family, you can tell me Mom and Dad.

Why lie to me?

As he thought about it, his tears started to flow uncontrollably.

The little girl in the picture, as if she despised me, turned her head away.

Suddenly this turn of the head caught my attention.

Some of them were big and some were small. Some of them were long and some were close-ups. However, this girl's face was always tilted to the left.

Some turned their faces to the left, some tilted their heads slightly to the left, and some, though not turning their heads, turned their eyes to the left as well.

I followed her directions and walked slowly to the left side of the wall.

As I neared the end of the wall, a headless portrait of the body appeared in my line of sight.

It was a red neckerchief. After each child became a Young Pioneer, he or she would go to a photographic studio to take a picture of him or her, which was especially popular in the 1990s.

Her face was in the picture, looking straight ahead, not pointing.

As I slowly stepped back, I noticed that she was looking from all over the wall, from all directions, in the direction of the red scarf.

Each photo had a different scene, age, and landscape. Thus, it was not obvious at first glance. One had to be extremely careful to be able to detect it.

The red cravat was staring at the opposite bookshelf.

I turned to the bookcase.

What the girl was looking at was the Lucky Cat bank on the bookshelf.

A white fat Japanese cat holding a big gold coin, as long as you put the coin in its mouth, it will play cat hand.

I picked up the piggy bank and found a thin string attached to the back. He pulled with all his strength, and there was only a ”ka la” sound.

The marble labyrinth on the floor spun.

It opened.

The marble slab had been lifted a crack and contained a paper packet and a piece of torn paper.

It was written on the paper: ”Put the maze back, the package will be opened after meeting Shuyue.”

It was his father's handwriting.

The other diagram is actually our family's blueprint.

I wrapped the package and Dad's clothes in plastic bags and put them in my schoolbag. I covered the marble slab with its original cover, turned it slightly, and it stuck with a click. There was not a single gap.

The maze was originally filled with dents and grooves, so no one could tell that one of the grooves was a lid.

I suddenly understood.

The design of this mechanism had a preconceived concept.

If a thief were to steal something, he would definitely have two thoughts when he discovered the maze and saw that there was something underneath it:

First of all, this maze was definitely equivalent to a secret system of the things below. One needed to unlock the maze to be able to obtain the things inside.

Second, this thing was very valuable, so it had to be insured in such a complicated manner.

Then he would find out that the characteristic of the Maze was a one-way mechanism that could only be used once.

In other words, if you take a wrong step, or if you don't go in the right order, you won't be able to take out the following items.

Unfortunately, the burglar protection system below will automatically activate the burnout system, or automatically alert the police.

If this thief really valued the items below, he definitely wouldn't take the risk.

If my deduction is correct, the reason why the Uncle Wang outside didn't come in and had to wait for me to come out, is because if it wasn't for me, then it would be useless for him to come in.

Because he doesn't know how to remove this thing.

The Uncle Wang must have known about this maze long ago, furthermore she should have found out what the hell this was long ago.

It was very easy to find the Maze of the Seven Roads, and he was sure that he could find out that the method to solve this Maze was lost.

But he must not believe that it could not be undone, because it was illogical, because no one would use a lock without a key, a lock on his treasure. As long as there was this maze, there would definitely be someone who could solve it.

So he might have found out, after some investigation, that I was going to play in the maze, since I used to brag about it with my own mini-edition.

I came back in a hurry after my father died.

So he deliberately opened this room, which was normally locked, before I went home, in case I didn't know there was a maze here, and lured me in.

The best thing was that if I unlocked it, he could knock me out and take my bag with him.

If I hadn't solved the maze, the next step would have been to force me to come back.

I don't think that even in her dreams, Uncle Wang would even think of opening the complete version of the Maze of the seven colored balls.

Right now, there really was no one in this world who could solve this mystery.

The MIT professor has published a paper saying there's no solution, so why can't you believe in science?

I just said that this was a presumptuous miscalculation, and the key to opening the treasure chest has nothing to do with this maze.

It was hidden in the most obvious photos.

I suddenly felt a little puzzled, as if this clue had been custom-made for me.

Other than me, no thief would stare hard at a picture of a child on the wall!

I'll take a closer look. Because I'm the one who cares about her the most.