C58 (2/2)

Forget about the pockmarks, I don't get it either. Everyone counts one by one, so how could I miss out on a single one?

As we walked back and forth along the corridor, it was true that the number one to twelve was twelve, but there was also one room with no numbers to prove that we were missing a number. However, it also proved that this shop had thirteen rooms.

So we counted from the beginning, but we didn't erase the number we had written down the first time, just went on to the second time in another place.

What happened next simply caused the few of us to collapse completely. We counted out twelve rooms each time, and we did indeed see the end of the corridor, and we never missed any of them, but every time we looked back, we would find that there was always another room missing, with no numbers, and that the room that was missed was not a fixed room. Almost every time we went down there, we missed a different room.

”What's going on, pockmarked, how did I get confused and disoriented? Mad one, you know what's wrong, why do you think there's one missing every time, and we've been counting back and forth for a few times, and the rooms that are missing are all different rooms. If there's something wrong with one of the rooms, logically speaking, we should be missing this every time, right? But look, the mark on our door isn't that the room we've never marked before, but this time, this time, this time, this time, that was missed, didn't all rooms have a chance of being missed?”

Boss, don't worry, let's tidy up a bit, did you notice a pattern? Among so many rooms, we only miss one every time, not two or three of them, and we are living people, so why do we miss one every time when we look back? Then why do we only miss one? First, second, every time, we don't find any unmarked rooms. ”If it was before, I would indeed be scared, but ever since I met those things in the forest that are even more ghastly than ghosts, and found out about the pi organization, a ghost, I have despised them. But I understand that this brat's world is definitely still on the cognitive level where ghosts are the most mysterious things.

However, Mariko's words reminded me that whether or not there were any ghosts in this bedroom on the second floor was definitely strange. I looked at Mariko and me, and we still didn't have an exchange of views. It wasn't Mariko, but the concept of the pi organization had begun to take effect in my heart.

Although Mountain Demon had lost his memory, his brain was still working. After speaking for a long time, he broke our silence. ”There should be a hidden room in this place!”

In the presence of Mariko, I did not say that there were only twelve rooms in the design of the old account book that had been discovered tonight, and I was going to avoid being told that, again, it was not the bandit, but that he was not part of the organization, and that I had no right to bring him in, and this sentence of Shanda's made it clear to me that twelve rooms had been designed here, and that twelve rooms could only be marked every time it was counted, and it was not a coincidence, but it was not entirely true. If one room was to be hidden forever, then we would look back and find that one room had been missed, and the missing twelve rooms would disappear at the same time, one to make up for the last time of the balance.

It was still the same, as if he had seen the world for the first time in his life. It was a kind of excitement, and then I winked at him and went back to bed.

Later, when everyone was sleepy, when I, Pockmarks, and Mountain Elf had seen many strange things, and the rooms were not filled with people calling for their parents, we all went back to our own rooms and slept. As we closed the door, the sound of Masako's footsteps could still be heard coming and going in the corridor, and I said in my heart, ”Let's count the number of things.”

That night I slept very heavily, I was too tired, and before I fell asleep, I couldn't stop my mind from thinking too much, but after a long night of dreaming, I felt weird and dizzy, and when I woke up the next day, my head was covered in paste, and my limbs felt like they were made of lead. When I pushed open the door to the latrine, I tripped on something in the corridor, and when I thought I had seen a ghost, the one who tripped me shouted, ”Ghost, ghost, I see a monster!”

With this shout, pockmarks and mountain elves emerged from their respective houses.

It was me and Mariko, and Carmen from Pen went back to sleep.

”F * cking hell, where did you count all night?” I kicked him.

”I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I can't fall asleep!” He rubbed his eyes and stood up.

I saw, no, he was stubborn, too. All night long the door of the room had been painted with Arabic numerals, and from a distance it looked as if it had been decorated and painted with some sort of pattern.

He was indeed a person who took certain things too seriously. His seriousness and persistence towards things were like a difficult growth in height, even though you couldn't see his achievements.

I am a very sensitive person, sensitive sometimes excessively, I always feel that there is some law in these numbers.

So I took three steps down to the back outhouse, drained it, and came up again.

The first line of each door was the first, and the second was the second. So I could look at the number of numbers on each door to see which one had been left out, and the first one was the one between the number 2 and the number 4, which was the third, in a sense.

The second one was the one before the number two for the third time, which was also the first one in a sense.

As I continued to search, I actually managed to find the number 314159265358979323846433 on the door I left behind last night.

”Son of a b * tch, you're so awesome. Do you see the numbers? How many times have you counted them? Every number is the relative position of the room that you missed each time. Look, how many times have you counted it? ” I was also just a salty egg, I actually did a thorough check of the rooms that I missed out on.

When I showed the serial number on the back of my hand to Mariko, she said something that surprised me!

”Boss, aren't these numbers the value of pi?”